I have a lot of memories, a lot of respect for Pralb Chandra Basak sir. He was born on January 3, 1947 in a noble Basak family of Bararia village in Tangail. His father’s name is Kutshwar Chandra Basak. He received his SSC from Vivekananda High School and HSC and BSc from Kartia Government Sadat University College. He obtained MSc, MAd degree from Dhaka University. He joined BM Union High School on January 20, 1968 as a B.Sc teacher. He ended his career from this school on January 2, 2007. In our time the student teacher relationship was remote. But Sir’s relationship with me was close. Especially in 1976 when I left the school for family reasons only Basak sir was in correspondence among the teachers. He was also motivated to return to this school in 1977. He lived in a room on the fourth floor of Rashid Building in Dalpatti, he spent more than 30 years in this room. This room on the roof felt very hot in the afternoon in all seasons, winter and summer. A table fan could not cool the hot air. Our studies also went on in this room. He was a lefadurasht of clothes. An ironed garment was read one day. White half shirt was his favorite clothes, white shirt and black pants are good for sir. His demeanor was limited, he spoke carefully, he behaved aristocratically, but the splendor of his vision was all-pervasive. He successfully gifted many talented students during his tenure. Due to which he was never seen professionally disappointed. Prolba sir used to teach science (chemistry) and mathematics in our class. I never memorized the science he taught. Even later in life i.e. studying an applied science like agriculture did not have to be memorized. He used to explain science to us, taught us to read and understand. When Basak sir used to teach maths, he had a story about every math, even if the number (in the math sense) was forgotten, the story would be remembered. If you remembered the story, it was not possible to forget the number. He would write a number on the blackboard in class only once. If the results of the numbers did not match, the result of the book would be cut and cleaned. The point is that Basak can never be wrong. I have found very few such professional people in my life. Prablab sir never commented on other’s profession. I have seen the opposite in my career. Everyone is busy showing skills in other professions apart from their own, which is practically impossible. Maybe that’s why there is a big lack of professionalism in many areas. He mockingly told me that he never taught more attentive students than me. Maybe taught but this sentence is the inexhaustible source of all strength and confidence in my life. I have always tried to remember this in my education and professional life, and have been successful in many cases. He was single when we were school students. But he used to spend his weekly off day in Tangail. After passing us, he got married in 1978. He was sociable, frugal, busy. He used to ride a rickshaw from home to school. He had a distinct gait when he walked. His favorite shoes were bicycle shoes. I can’t remember when and where I last met you. But in 2015, when I was the District Commissioner in Gopalganj, I called Sir and got to know Kushladi. Due to work it was difficult for me to visit. He was happy that I was appointed as District Commissioner and wanted to see me. That day I wanted to send the car to go to Gopalganj sir. He refused to go due to health reasons. Then he was seriously ill, permanently living in Tangail. However, when I visited Tangail as a commissioner, I could not find his family. Finally, in one place of my diary, next to Sir’s name, ‘Moon Pharmacy’ was written. On that basis, with the help of Deputy Commissioner, Tangail, Sir’s family was contacted. Talked to Sir’s only daughter Moon Basak. Moon MA has passed, Lakshmi Ma is asking me to visit them. I heard from him that Moon’s mother was suffering from stochastic disease. Sir used to watch movies in his spare time, but never discussed movies with us. The number of his friends was very few. That’s why no chat was seen outside of studies. I have never seen you angry in my life. The ever-smiling man also taught for some time after retiring from school. In his last life, he suffered from various diseases including diabetes, high blood pressure, heart disease. When he fell seriously ill with 4 consecutive mild stokes, he left his native Tangail. He breathed his last at the age of 72 on April 15, 2015 at his residence at Adalat Road, Barakali Bari, Tangail, after being ill for some time. He is no longer with us today. His merits and labors which established us as human beings, as workers, he will live forever among them. – Md. Khalilur Rahman