Thanks for Planting the Seeds of Knowledge

To the world you maybe just a teacher but to me, you are a hero.

Here I will tell the story of respected teachers in my university life. Completely neutral, From the point of view of my personal thinking. I think every graduate should do it. Because we may not be what we think we are in this false world, but what “others” think of us.

I recently expressed a two-line opinion on a particular class of teachers at the university. “The crowd” probably made a hundred lines out of those two lines. Some of those who have less depth of intelligence may have thought that I have made the comment about all the teachers. Some have even pulled school teachers there. They seem to support the “seriousness” of university teachers and want to keep them a little higher than school teachers.

But believe me, the way I kept the name of a teacher in my school life 20 years ago in my mind, I fell into a trance to remember the name of a university teacher 5 years ago.

Again, there is the opposite. Well, let’s face it, this is my failure as a student. But when I heard a university teacher tell the story of his childhood school teachers, it seemed that the school teacher had a great contribution behind his current position. Who do you look down on? Some people think that the teaching position in the university is the seat of “God”. Through lobbying, nepotism, money laundering, localism, political maneuvering, etc., “Teacher” means respect him? Will “God” be unhappy if you disobey? You can’t learn in life?

Listen, it’s not as easy to get a teaching position as it is to become a real teacher. If someone asks me how much you are capable of criticizing teachers? I would answer, “Students are the proper critics of teachers”. If a teacher cannot tolerate student criticism, he should not be a teacher.

Almost four years later, I completed my graduation from Hajee Mohammad Danesh University of Science and Technology in Dinajpur. Many stories of pain, stories of joy are mixed. Out of all the teachers I have got in my university life, three respected teachers have made me feel a hundred percent pure.

This respected teacher never gave me a chance to be close to them, maybe not to anyone. And I didn’t get the chance myself. I got them for a short time.

First I got a respectable Md. Saikot Sir of Genetics. As soon as I approached him, I felt as if the purity of him was overwhelming me. He is probably in Australia now.

Later I got the respected professor of chemistry, Md. Saleh Uddin Sir. He seemed to be a very cold tempered man.

Then I got the respected professor of statistics Mr. Taposh Sir. A wonderful man. Always happy. A man without anger. He is now at Khulna University.

If I could get these three awesome people closer for some time in my life or if I could always communicate with them in person, I don’t think it would be too late to get my best version as a human being.

Towards the end of my university life, I met another Sir, Respected Professor of Genetics Mr. Mijan Sir. When I was in my fourth year, he got his Ph.D. from Japan. He has just returned to the country. Although he may seem like a communal person, he is actually a non-communal person with a very clear heart. He used to teach a little. A man of extraordinary patience, neutral and clean hearted. Loved me so much. The day he first called me by name without ever asking me my name, that was the day I fell in love with him.

So long as I told the story of my teachers, I got them for a short time. But where is my mind sitting? I don’t know if a short story is so sweet!

This time I will name a Sir, who is my only university teacher, whom I was afraid of, and still afraid of today. He is also a respected professor of genetics, Tushar Suvro Sir. I feel he is an angry man. even if he smiles, why did I think that he is smiling with anger? A very serious personality. His lecture sounded pretty good. If he had a Ph.D. from Thailand before I stumbled upon campus, He would come back at the end but the story of my university life would have been different.

I will tell the next story about the respected Mr. Rashed Sir. He is also of genetics. Now in Japan doing his Ph.D. A different kind of intimacy was formed with him in the first phase of my university life. I was trying to help with his research. Many of my batchmates thought I was a spy. One day I even stood in the dock of the accused. He loved me dearly and I believe he still loves me equally. I am a poor boy. Sometimes I would take money from him and have lunch. He used to tell me, You shouldn’t think you will get higher marks in the test because I love you. I used to say, “Sir, I have nothing to do with you.” I will remember him for the rest of my life.

Respected Md. Nahid Sir of Technology will come after that. He loved my creative work for the faculty. He has a collection of all my work. One day as I was walking through his room, I heard he was enjoying one of my tutorial videos on youtube. He used to ask me to sit in his room. He used to have tea. He used to tell stories. I miss the love of sir very much. When he didn’t know me very well, one day I knocked him on Facebook. Later in the class, he scolded me a little. From then on, he loved me very much. I enjoy a very affectionate smile when I meet him.

The two teachers in the faculty who first discovered this lowly talent and inexperienced creativity were the respected Shaon Sir and the Krishna Sir. They joined as teachers after I came to campus. But they were the first to discover “me”.

When there was a commentary on the cricket and football fields and calls for slogans at the annual events of the faculty, I was being called many times. Now I realized that there was a hand of the Krishna Sir behind it. Who knows, maybe I’m here today for the discovery of sirs.

Now let’s come to the topic of a loving teacher, Respected Umme Fateh Madam of Technology. She also loved me very much. I think she loves everyone equally.

Respected Sithi Madam, Sumi Madam, and Sukla Madam helped me financially while going on the “Country Tour”. I will remember forever. Towards the end of my graduation, Sithi Madam was an assistant hall super of a female hall. I asked Madam for help in getting someone close to me (now my fiance). She kept talking. I will be grateful to her for the rest of my life.

Respected Bilash Sir and Professor Kibria sir are the most talented person I ever have seen. They have such a look on their faces that even if they are angry, you will not think that they are angry. Loves me a lot and these two sirs firmly believe one day I will be much bigger.

Everything is possible with the blessings of Sir. There are some more teachers, I can’t say anything good or bad about them. They must be in a position of respect for me as a teacher.

I will talk about a teacher at the end of it all. But whose name I will not tell you. He is not my direct teacher. But he loved my work. He also promoted me. But later I realized that he wanted to use me. Unsuccessfully, he also sent me a “take a look” message through someone. Whenever I talked to him, I would hear despise to others and self-praise. I want to forget him. It is very easy to pretend as a teacher, but it is very difficult to be a teacher. I also endured some “annoying” teachers to successfully complete graduation. Erase the names of “annoying” teachers.

I know each of you has a story like mine. These stories need to be told. Otherwise even the people you love may misunderstand you. Prove him “he” is wrong. The day the truth will be revealed spontaneously, “he” will find much more comfort in the midst of grief.

Thank you for reading.