Privileges..

So you're ravenous after one of those tedious, soporific lectures on ''Post modernism'' and ''Evolution Theory'' and all you want to do is run to the nearest cafeteria or makeshift carts scattered all over your campus and grab a quick bite. After relentless persistence you coax your best friend to accompany you( because eating alone is awkward) and you ask the vendor to give you some of those deep fried, calorie-infested fritters or a plate of delectably mouth watering combo of spicy'' khichuri ''( yellow rice) and  curry. You devour it hurriedly, gorging down spoon fulls of that yellow-crimson concoction, satiating the incumbent gastronomic pangs. But if would take your eyes off your plate and observe carefully, you'll see a  skeletal  malnourished urchin, with matted, scraggly hair and threadbare clothes, silently watching you, unscrupulously  gaping at your shameless exhibit of epicurean gluttony. The naked craving and yearning in his eyes is unmistakable, and he might just be salivating at the sight of that scrumptious meal you're relishing.
One of the perks of being a public university student in Bangladesh is the almost nonexistent tuition fees incurred in the four  rigorous years of tertiary education, in stark contrast to the exorbitant, and almost astronomical academic fees charged by private institutions. Quite astoundingly  such inexpensive education yields the cream of the crop- talented   doctors, lawyers, scholars, entrepreneurs, sophists with unimaginable potential and capabilities. Prestige and Pride are two befitting words that describe the stature of Dhaka University, the melting pot of different strata of brilliance and creativity. In a third world country with stereotyped problems of hunger and poverty, these young, innovative minds rekindle the light of hope, that one day   terminologies like  ''destitution'' and ''dispossession'' won't be used to describe  the socially unacceptable  and inequitable distributions of wealth and income. That education will not be considered a privilege, but  recognized as a necessity,  a weapon to conquer ignorance and illiteracy. A society where every child is equally blessed and fortunate  with  opportunities that life has to offer, free form the clutches of  malignant anomalies like child labor and trafficking.
And if all this is too utopian, too idealistic, at least  maybe a country where they are not condemned to ogle hungrily at us, while we insensitively brandish semblances of  ill fortune to those pallid faces ?...