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Welcome to AUSTronics

I’ve been thinking for developing such a online platform where all the AUST students as well as teachers can share their technical thoughts and knowledge with the rest of the technical world. To give this idea a sense, some of my students came forward. It was really a boiling job. To make the site more lucrative and significant, we’ve decided to collect teachers articles first. By this time we make the decision where to open the site. As we need free hosting without any advertisements, we choose WORDPRESS and BLOGSPOT. WordPress does not give privilege to edit any java scripts or DHTML, which made us to confine our idea within Blogspot.

We’ve made it at last! The AUSTronics is open for all now. Surely the credits goes to my students Arif, Kanto, Razie, Shorif, Tahseen and Asif. Asif develop the site almost alone. He added a nice menu bar at the top just below the title banner. Title banner was designed by Shorif. Today when I was leaving AUST, I found Tahseen circulating the lunching news of AUSTronics by placing flyers in the notice boards.

Dear readers, who’re reading this article, please visit the site of AUSTronics. We don’t expect you to be a technical expertise but we can expect at least you can inform others about the site. By the way to participate in the AUSTronics, you don’t need to be a technical person. Your article is techno-oriented — that’s enough for us!

5th Anniversary of iO2

Sometimes there are some special moments or date which you can’t deny for rest of your life. Because they announce what are you now today for every instance! They are the flag points in your life. They are the beginning of every success in your life. January 12 is such a day in my little life span.

January 12, the most memorable day for every IUTians of 2002 batch. This is the day of beginning of our IUT life. On 2003, January 12 we officially became the part of IUT. That day was Sunday. I can still remember the day as if it were yesterday! The day was too much foggy to see objects in a distance of three hands. I can feel the excitements of starting my university life of that day even now!

We are known as 2002 Batch in IUT as our admission procedures in IUT were completed in the year 2002 just after our HSC exam. We called ourselves as i02 (iutians 2002). While we were the students of IUT, we used to celebrate this day every year. Now time has changed, our life has changed but did our feelings change? I still feel the same attraction for that fairyland where I passed my four years. Life is harsh but sometimes it seems sweet for some moments that we hold as memory.

On this occasion, warm greetings to all i02s. Thanks to all i02 friends for supporting me in my entire IUT life. Without you I couldn’t be what I am now. Long live the friendship of i02s.

… and ofcourse thank you IUT for giving us a wonderful opportunity to live within you. I am proud of you. And I’ll be.

Happy New Year 2008!

Wishing all my readers a Happy New Year! This bright New Year is given to us to exist each day with zest, to day by day development and try to be the highest and the best with the extension of faith and the best wishes! As the new year blossoms, may the journey of your life be fragrant with new opportunities, your days be bright with new hopes and your heart be happy with newer dreams come true! Happy New Year!

A Father-n'-Son Eid

Today we celebrated Eid in Bangladesh. Unlike the other year’s Eid, this Eid is special to me. It has been years since my father celebrated Eid with us. The reason of his unavailability was his job for which he has to be stay aboard. And he used to not getting his vacation during Eid. This year all four members of our family enjoyed the Eid. Thanks to Almighty Allah for this great oppertunity.

To day me and my father went to Dhanmondi Eidgah at morning to participate in Eid-ul-Adha saalat. After that whole day we were busy to process the sacrificed animals and distributed the meat among the relatives and the poor people. Our home was packed with our relatives after the noon. And who were not able to come, conveyed their greetings by phone. Two of my cousins were with us from just after the Eid Saalat. But above all, it was a special father n’ son Eid to me. I can’t express the feelings of having my father among us in this Eid. It’s just GREAT!! Thanks to the Almighty again.

Though after half a day work I am tired now, I have managed some gap to write a post in my blog. Hope all Muslims will enjoy this Eid pleasantly. Eid Mubarak!!

Annoying SMSs from Mobile Operators

Let’s start with a story of an alien. The alien was very much excited about his new findings on a trip to Earth. “The people on Earth no longer talk to each other using their mouths,” it reports; “They now communicate with their fingers by typing into a tiny toy.” Like the other countries, SMS (Short Message Service) became more popular than the voice call in Bangladesh when the mobile operators first lunched the SMS concept.

Sometimes SMS from a friend will make you laugh or SMS from family can give you a warm comfort. SMS can lighten your moments or can give you a sudden relief. SMS from a dear one is always welcome. But what about SMS from the mobile operators themselves? Several months ago, mobile operators used the SMS service for promoting their new services. Number of SMSs sent by the operators at that time were about 5-or-6 sms/month. This number has been tremendously increased within last few months. In our home, we are using mobile services from two operators: GrameenPhone and AKTEL. In my GrameenPhone contact number, I receive almost 4 sms/day whereas AKTEL sends about 2-3 sms/day on an average. So if I receive say 7 sms/day, about 50% of that is sent by the operators themselves!

These things (to receiving operator’s SMSs) were boring before, now it becomes disturbing. And the operators are not bother this disturbances. Every time my cell gives me a SMS alert and after opening the SMS, I find that it is another promotion or advertisement of one of their new services. Now it seems torture to me. You like it or not, you have to read their SMS, at least you’ve to open it! Can’t they stop this type of rubbish activity? If they want to advertise their services they can use the media. I am pretty sure about their solvency of doing that. Why are they tormenting us? By the way I am not sure, whether only I am suffering from this disturbance or everybody like me is also suffering?

Story of a Martyred Intellectual of 71’s war

14th December 1971, history remorses for the killings of intellectuals of Bangladesh in this day. When the Pakistani Military realized that they were totally unable to defeat Bangladesh in the Liberation war, they tried to crack the psychological strength of freedom fighters by killing numerous intellectuals of Bangladesh. But off course they failed!! I am here to tell the story of one of such bright sons of Bangladesh, who was happened to my relative.

Nizamuddin Ahmed, younger brother of my grand-father, is a martyred intellectuals who was killed on 14th December 1971, just before two days of the Victory of Liberation War. I never saw him actually, but my grandfather never forgot his brother for a single moment in the rest of his life.

Nizam Uddin Ahmed

Nizamuddin Ahmed was born in Munshiganj in 1929. He was a journalist. He passed B.A (Hons) and M.A in Economics from Dhaka University in 1959. Later he joined Pakistan Press International. He became the editor of PPI in 1969 and was promoted to the rank of general manager.

He was an ardent supporter of the liberation war of Bangladesh. He used to send news items on the atrocities of the Pakistani forces to various foreign news media. He had taken New York Times journalist McBrown to a guerrilla camp to collect authentic news. He provided BBC with authentic news under strict censorship. For this reason he was taken to General Rao Forman Ali’s office on two occasions.

On December 12, 1971, while he was taking his lunch, members of Al-Badr (a branch organization of Razakaar) picked him up from his residence forcefully. At that moment there was none but his mother in the house. That was the last time his mother saw him alive. After the victory of Bangladesh, my grand-father took every possible steps to find out his brother’s body, whether he was dead or alive. But his body was never been found.

We’ve passed 36 victory days but the murderers were went unpunished. Not only Nizamuddin, the Razakaars (now they formed Jamat-e-Islami) killed numerous intellectuals from Bangladesh at 1971. But what our political leaders did with them? Whether it was Awami League or BNP, they just made collaboration with them for the power. And at the present day the Caretaker Government is doing actually nothing to the Jamat-e-Islami for their past misdeed. These beasts are roaming in our country, which costs the blood of 3 million martyrs. Does our politics really think of our country? I don’t know. But one thing is sure that I hate the Razakaars as well as the political parties and the individuals, who have already abandoned their moralities for the wealth and power by supporting the Razakaars.

Can’t we dream of a Bangladesh, which is free from the liberation war opposer? Can’t we do something to make the liberation war’s martyr’s dream true?

Farewell to the Fairyland.

This article I wrote immediately after my graduation from IUT. In my little life IUT has a robust impact. It was very difficult for me to leave IUT after graduation. From that hollow feelings I wrote this article. It was first published in ROOTS, the annual publication of IUTAA in 2006. I was almost forgotten about this writing. While rearranging my book shelves I got the first issue of ROOTS which reminded me about this article. I think I should share this article with my readers. That’s why it is in my blog after a so long time. By the way all these pictures of IUT were taken by me… 🙂

‘Once upon a time, there was a small country with enormous beauty. In that country, there is a fairyland where little fairies from various countries were studied to become a proper perfect fairy…’ this could be the starting of this story, as it looks like a fairy tale to me. But for me this story is going to be finished. It is the end of an era. A chapter of my life is drawing to totally close. I could not believe that I have finished my Bachelor of Science in Engineering degree. To be precisely on September 3, 2006 at 12:30 pm, I had appeared my very last exam, marking the end of my undergraduate ‘career’. After finishing the exam, when I stepped out of the exam hall, I felt that the 20 years old buildings of IUT were looking at me with a silent pride. Every step seemed me as though I was turning over the last few pages of the most enriched chapter of my life. Instead of joy suddenly my heart was filled with a tacit mourn. I could not take my lunch; my whole memory was flushed with the last four years. My memory swept me to a day, four years ago, when I entered to the IUT with a smell of a fresher …

THE SCARLET REALM
During my 1st year in Notre Dame College, one of my relatives first mentioned me the name of Islamic University of Technology (IUT). He gave me a rough sketch of the enriched faculties, the organized environment for study and of course the beautiful scenery of IUT. But those things did not attract me, which attracted me most is the abbreviated name I-U-T. What a sweet–cute-little name! From then I dreamt to be an IUTIAN.
backward view

Red is everywhere

I first saw IUT in IUT’s official website and the result was a deeper feeling to get in touch of IUT. But the harder fact is IUT is in Gazipur, which means to visit IUT an inter-district travel was necessary. in that time this was really a very tough task for me to go to Gazipur. Also I heard that non-IUTIANS are not allowed to get inside IUT (as it is a diplomatic zone). These matters delayed my first step in IUT. Continue reading Farewell to the Fairyland.

Nckia!!

This incident took place in Boshundhora City Shopping Complex on last thursday, when me and one of my colleagues went to the shops for buying an 1 GB memory card for a Nokia N95 mobile set. While we were searching for the desired memory card, suddenly a mobile set on the display caught my sight.

It was a Nokia N95. The amazing thing was it’s price tag; the tag announcing that it’s worth 6600 tk (approximately 9.5 USD)!! I was surprised and showed my colleague the tag. He was also astonished. How could it be possible for a Nokia N95 series to have such a low price? Definitely something fishy there. I curiously took the set and observe carefully. Then it became clear to me. Instead of the spelling “NOKIA” it was embedded with the spelling “NCKIA”. And the difference between “C” and “O” was so mere that one could not observed the difference at the first glimpse.

Just see the real Nokia logo and the fake Nokia logo that I found in the market. I tried to draw the fake logo similar to that one I saw in the shop.

The real logo

The false one