dinguli mor…

Last Thursday, 8th February, was my convocation. It was also the day when I realized that I am hopelessly in love with BRAC University, despite all arguments I might try and present to the contrary. Sure, there were times when I regretted being a part of BRAC U, but hey, there have also been times I have regretted being born, so I guess that is OK. Anyway, that realization, albeit late, triggered a desire to write about my time in BRAC, all the little moments that flashed through my mind as I stood there, waiting for the President to formally confer the degree upon us. I do not plan on writing an autobiography. Far from it, really. What I want to do is recall some of those small moments that may mean nothing to the rest of the world, but to me are the greatest moments of my University life. I am guessing none of the incidents I mention here can be deemed historically important, but they are a definitive part of me. They capture the essence of my stay at BRAC U, the good, the bad and the downright crazy. None of the matter here will ever make it to a big national daily, but all I want is for them to make way into the hearts of my friends who will read this.