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Step - 3 After submitting required information on the database, you will get an email which shall comprise with your credentials. 

Step - 4 Simply put your ID and Password on http://www.aabracu.net/ and login. 

 

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Courage integral part to gain success in life AABRACU

Youths must have courage to face challenges and defeat in the path towards building their careers because these are the integral parts of attaining success in life, speakers told a programme of Alumni Association of Brac University (AABRACU) in the capital yesterday.

There is also no alternative to being passionate towards work as it leads people towards success gradually, they observed at the first ever AABRACU Fest organised by AABRACU at Emmanuel's Banquet Hall in Gulshan 1.

Presenting the keynote speech, Sonia Bashir Kabir, Managing Director, Microsoft Bangladesh, told students of the university that future leaders should believe in four key words, courage, challenge, curiosity and compassion, if they dream to attain success in careers.

It is essential to have courage to face challenges and changes while taking part in any job, she added. “I really believe in one inherent quality that is curiosity, a sense of curiosity as it will take us to challenge,” she observed.

She mentioned that it was also urgent to have compassion for career goals as it connects a person emotionally, to whatever that person wants.

M Manzur Rahman, Country Head (Digital Services), Robi Axiata Limited, said knowing what was happening in the whole world was necessary to cope with changes.

“Self-determination is very important for building careers. It is also vital to discuss with parents about own choices,” he added.

Engineer-turned-stand-up comedian Naveed Mahbub, also a columnist, said it was essential for a person to identify the sector of interest where she or he would like to build up a career.

Sajid Rahman, Chief Executive Officer, Telenor Health, Telenor Group, however, said youths should not care about failures, rather take rest which was also essential for building up a successful career.

Abu Daud Khan, Managing Director and CEO, Enroute International Limited, said it was difficult to predict futures but there was no alternative to enriching skills.

Sumaiya Noor, Executive Member, Alumni Association of BRAC University, said the committee is now focusing on making the alumni association of BRAC University as the most top tire alumni network of the country. 

"We will take our association to that level where AABRACU will need no introduction and that we will be ensuring by working as a team," she added. 

 

Courtesy: The Daily Star 

 


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TARC

It is almost a cliché, how we idealize the past and lament for days bygone. However, this is how I feel about clichés. If something has been mentioned, without fail, by generations upon generations in every corner of the world, it would be remiss to not give it some due credence. Work and life have taken me all over the world, and I have had the good fortune of meeting wonderful friends everywhere I have gone. However, all these years and all those cities later, when I am asked about the best days of my life, my mind skips the Europe and Americas and lands not so far from Savar, in a place we knew as TARC. Where do I begin talking about those days? When do I know I am done? The latter is easy to answer for many of us – one is never done talking about RS days. No matter how many semesters, or years for some us, it has been since you returned. If you were there in winter, the cold foggy mornings remind you of the field under a cloak of mist. If you were then in the summer, you are transported back to afternoons when the sky would darken at a minute’s notice before rain ravished the beautiful little campus. When a quiet evening comes your way amidst your busy corporate life, you long to go back to addas at Murchona just one more time. The authorities then and now are fond of saying how people cry when going to TARC, and cry again when they have to leave. I can vouch for the latter. Leaving that campus, knowing that tomorrow we will not all be under one roof playing cards, watching movies or just shooting the breeze, was one of the most bittersweet memories we all have. I still remember the evening of the day after we came back to Dhaka, sitting in my room, trying to process that I cannot just step out and meet a few dozen of my closest people in this world. I want to say it was a sad evening, but someone once taught me what great fortune it is to have people to miss, and people who miss you. It means you have loved and been loved, and there are few blessings any greater. Nothing can be all bad if some good comes from it. A couple of years back, I found myself in the unenviable situation of having to make small talk with some people while waiting for a common friend to join us. Starved for topics, I fell back on the good old “where did you do your undergrads?” An hour later, our common friend was bored out of her wits and had to put an explicitly forbid us from discussing any more RS memories, dorm tidbits and dining hall in-jokes. Nor is this the only time. Wherever I am, no matter what other differences lie between us, the mention of BRACU brings a spark in the eyes of whoever I am talking to, a conversation that soon ends up being about TARC, Mohakhali, the elevators, and every little thing we loved, hated, and loved to hate during the best days of our lives. Weird as it sounds, the best days of my life were not spent in some posh capital, in a five star hotel room, or at a famous amusement park. The best days of my life, like that of many others I know, were spent in a less-than-perfect dorm room, in a small football field, in a cozy dining hall or at Murchona. Not the best places in the material sense, but we were among people we loved and were loved by. That is hard to beat. That is what still binds us together, across the continents and years. A little place in the outskirts of Dhaka. They call it TARC…


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21st February: The shaping of a country’s destiny and my amour with Bangla

My schooling days started off with going to a very fancy British Curriculum based institution where I spent my entire adolescence. I was exposed to different dimensions of learning starting from liberal arts, culture, sports, humanities etc. but a comparatively less importance on my mother language Bangla. It was a strictly conducted English medium school and we were charged a fine for speaking Bangla within campus premises, for instance, Taka 2 per Bangla word. So basically, that’s how I spent my entire childhood at school being all alert and conscious of not blurting out a Bangla word in fear of being fined. Yes, we were definitely taught in school about the phenomenal language movement of 1952 that today, on the 21st February is celebrated across the globe as International Mother Language Day. Ekushey February is a red letter day that goes back sixty-four years ago during 1952 when Bengalis, as a nation, were caught up in a struggle against the then state dispensation for the recognition of Bangla as one of the state languages of the then Pakistan. On this day, students held a mass demonstration in Dhaka against the decision to impose Urdu as the only state language of Pakistan. Police opened fire resulting in killing of several of the demonstrators. This massacre aggravated the situation and soon shaped a national movement for rights and justice. And the rest is history. The 21st of February is a date like any other one on the calendar. But Ekushey February is much more. Beyond its numerical value, “Ekushey” is not a date, but a phenomenon in our national lives. The tremendous power of this phenomenon, its élan vital, is reflected in the ambivalence of its commemoration every year. The formal trappings of the day, designated as “Martyrs Day” and the only holiday when the national flag flies at half mast, is of mourning. The ambience, however, is celebratory. People walk barefoot, wearing black badges to the Central Shaheed Minar. The somber monument stands proud and flood-lit, flower-bedecked. Brilliant alpona motifs and quotes from Bengali poetry written on the walls and streets all around the monument create an aesthetic experience far removed from grief. After years, when I was in my 6th grade, knowing the kind of a crazy bookworm, I happen to be, one of my friends gifted me with a Bangla fiction book called “Kohen Kobi Kalidas” written by the legendary Humayun Ahmed. Yes, that was officially my first ever encounter with a Bangla storybook and I was in love. I was in love with the book, the simplicity, the passion, the beauty of my language. I remember I kept reading the book over and over again and began to regard that very book as my best birthday present ever! And that was it; my never ending journey with Bangla literature. I explored my language like never before, an expedition of knowledge, wisdom, enlightenment, sophistication and artistry. I never stopped since then and have continued reading, fathoming and comprehending my beautiful language: the language that pours down love and warmth, the language that I have a romantic affair with. Every year on the 21st February, like all the other proud Bangalis, I remember and mourn for the valiant martyrs who led from the front in shaping our destiny, our language, our nation and the proud Bangla speaking community we are today throughout the globe. We simply cannot thank these heroes of our nation enough for achieving the long cherished dream and freedom for us to speak in our language, our mother tongue which upholds our identity and our individuality. Today, Ekushey February has enriched our aspirations, our culture, and our creativity and dignified our struggle as a sublime achievement in the world. Ekushey February does us proud as Bengalis. Remember my friend, it is not Bengali, it is BANGLA; Amar Shonar Bangla. “Because without our language, we have lost ourselves. Who are we without our words?” ? Melina Marchetta


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