Speech on The College Magazine


  • What is a college magazine: distinction with a public magazine
  • How it is organized and financed
  • Leading features
  • Importance and utility
  • How to make it pay maximum dividends
  • Conclusion

The college magazine is a kind of journal, published periodically or annually by and for the students of any college. It bears similarity with a public journal in containing poems, stories, essays and other materials of general interest. But there is yet a sharp difference between the two. A public magazine is a commercial enterprise, undertaken with an eye to the making of profit. Its materials are, therefore, selected to satisfy the variegated taste of its readers. But a college magazine is a noncommercial, academic publication devoted’ to the encouragement of cultural activities among the students of a particular college. Hence its materials, though apparently similar in form, are largely different from those of a public magazine. Thus a gross love poem may find an easy place in a public journal but not in a college magazine. The academic and extra-academic activities and achievements of a college, its aims and difficulties feature prominently in its magazine while no public magazine would have anything to do with such things. Hardly one would come across a public magazine which, directly or circuitously, does not support or oppose a cause or a view, whether political, economic or cultural. But a college magazine stands absolutely on a detached ground, with no views or comments to offer. In short, a college magazine and a public magazine are akin only in name and form but radically different in spirit, approach, and purpose.

The college magazine is, as it should be, organized and managed by the students with the co-operation and guidance of the Professors. It is one of the important functions of the College Union. Its publication is financed from the funds at the Union’s disposal’. A departmental secretary, aided by his assistants, carries on all works from the beginning to the end, while the selection of reading materials is done by a committee of students and teachers.

The college magazine offers a variety of features. The Principal usually writos a preface and the vice-president or the General Secretary of the Union contributes a detailed report on the various activities and achievements of the college. Important events, such as the visit of a celebrity or the college’s participation in a flood-relief operation, are published prominently. Some magazines also carry a digest of international news, that is, some of the recent events of international importance are given in graphic outlines. Other features may include a couple of group photographs, some works of art by students and a few lines of jest and humor. The remaining pages–usually divided into three blocks, English, Bengali, and Urdu–are devoted to the publication of poems, stories, and essays. One of its attractive features is a large number of quotations from reputed authors and thinkers, which many readers are found to get by heart. Contributors are usually students and teachers of the college but may also include eminent ex-students.

The importance of college magazine in any practical scheme of education can never be ignored. It is, in effect, one of those elements which go to make higher education perfect and creative. The magazine encourages the students to read and know things beyond their academic syllabuses. It stimulates their power of thinking independently, provides a medium for self-expression and creates in them a taste for are and beauty. Many reputed authors of our age received their basic training in artistic production through the college magazine. The spirit of the competition promoted by it proves a great incentive to the quest of knowledge. The college magazine also affects a wide exchange and dissemination of knowledge, much of which is missed in the classroom. Last but not least, it fosters a healthy spirit of corporate life among the students, brings about a cordial relation between them and the teachers and serves to focus the attention of all concerned on the institution’s achievements and failures, thus giving them both inspiration and caution.

In order to make the college magazine pay proper dividends, certain requisites have to be provided for. Firstly, instead of calling upon the students abruptly to send in their contributions, the ground should be prepared for several months before a magazine is published. This may be done by organizing monthly wall-papers, one for each class, and by holding occasional competitions in poems, stories, and essays. Thus a large group of writers will grow in the college and the products of these experienced and trained hands will be worthy of consideration for publication in the magazine.

Secondly, contributions from the students, even though below the mark, should always get preference to those of the Professors, a very few of which may be accommodated only to serve as models. To pack up a magazine with Iearned articles from the teachers in order to raise its standard, as is done at times, is to defeat the very underlying purpose of the collcge magazine. Thirdly, more space should be devoted to essays than the rest taken together and articles born of the author’s observation and experience as also those having academic utility should be preferred.

In fine, it is a pity that many of our colleges bring out a nominal magazine once in a year, mostly due to their pecuniary difficulties. More attention needs to be paid to this essential aspect of college life. Any college worth the name should publish at least two issues of the magazine in one session. To remove their economic handicaps, the Government should extend them liberal financial assistance”.

The winds and waves are always on the side of the ablest navigators.

Speech on My Last Day at College


  • Introduction: a cluster of happy faces: my own feelings
  • The real business is done smoothly: the spirit of farewell
  • The last view of the college: memories and recollections: everything going on as before: change of feeling towards everything: all love, no malice

In the store-house of my college memories, enriched with many pearls and pebbles collected over the last two years, the last day at the college occupies a prominent position. Every part of it is still fresh in my mind and will, I hope, remain so for many years to come. To me, it was not only the day of parting but also one of new realization.

It was a chilly but sunny day. A large number of us who had been sent up for this University Examination-over a hundred and fifty in strength- had turned up early in the forenoon to pay our fees for the final examination. The college office was yet to open. We were loitering in groups on the lawn in front of the office and enjoying the sunshine. There were clusters of happy faces all around-faces beaming with joy and hope. Everybody was discussing examination-mostly the test and casually the final. The examination was far off and everybody was hoping the best to turn out. Hence there was no sign of concern on any face. I was strolling about to meet and take Leave of friends whom, I thought, I would not see for a long time. My own feelings at the time were a mixture of gaiety and sadness. I was gay at the thought that the first phase of my college career had been successfully completed and made the best of. I could not but feel sad also because I was going to leave behind the institution where I passed two joyful years of my life adorned with various experiences and acquisitions.

Soon the college office opened. I received the application form and repaired to an adjoining room where a Professor was guiding the candidates to fill in their forms correctly. My heart was throbbing as my pen paced along the columns. So, I was going to face the second ordeal of my lifc ! Would I fare in it as well as I did in the first ? Rcpcatedly this question rose and fell in my mind. I could not find a definite answer and an unexplainable fear was hovering around my mind. This business took me about half an hour. Next I stood in one of the three queues formed to deposit fccs in three windows. Done in a disciplined manner, this did not take us much time. The clerks, unlike their formerselves, were rather good-humoured and helpful on that day. Several discrepancies were corrected on the spot and some were allowed to pay focs on the understanding of producing some essential certificates later on. On the whole an atmosphere of cordiality’ prevailcd all through. The clerks were wishing good luck to the students which the latter were reciprocating with thanks. It looked like a farewell ceremony and all secmed cager to end the day happily.

As soon as my fees were paid up, a sense of vacuum seized my mind. I had all along been feeling heavy at heart and now a cloud of depression enveloped the entire horizon. I wanted to go home to cheer myself up but felt clearly that I could not move off without taking a last look around the college.

I went first to the College Union office and sat there chatting for a few minutes. As I stepped into the room, my mind flew back to the last election of the Union. What a wave of excitement ran through the whole college, nay, the whole town! Hundreds of students moved vigorously10 day and night to secure votes for the contesting parties. What a pompous procession was taken out by the victorious party! I felt writhe in my heart and a shiver of joy running down my body. Next, I went to the common room the venue of many, many hours of priceless mirth and gaiety. I found it as busy and noisy as ever. The absence of the students of one year did not seem to have mattered at all. I visited the canteen and sipped’ a cup of tea there. here also no sign of change was visible. Next, I went to the library and saw in it the progress of silent quest for learning as ever. I walked along the rows of admirals and shelves and looked at the countless books with amazement. This vast ocean of books remained to me almost as unfathomed as it was on the first day.

On my way back home, I was passing by the staff room and the laboratory when all at once host memories of class-room business were stirred up. How often did I feel bored in the class! How often did I dislike some of the Professors because they were too much serious about their business! How much did many of us hate a Professor or two for their strictness about percentage and laboratory works. How frequently did we speak ill of the Principal because he tried to enforce discipline or turned down some of our prayers! But on this last day of all days, all those feelings had vanished. As I searched my heart, I found nothing but love for them all. Even the clerks and the bearers appeared dearer than ever. How hard they too had labored to make our college days smooth and useful And as I stepped out of the massive college gate, I felt that my heart was full of love for all, and not a bit of malice for anybody.

Genius Does What It Must, and Talent Does What It Can.

My First Day at College Speech


  • Introduction: a red-letter day?
  • A cherished dream of college life
  • The first day: English class: first feeling of maturity: change of room – scuffle and race
  • Civics class: common room: college canteen: college union: library
  • Conclusion: liberty conditioned by responsibilities

As I look back today over the colourful passage of my college life, what flashes first in my mind is the first day at college. I can recollect every one of its varicd memories and experiences as vividlys as if they had happened only yesterday. It will, in fact, go down into my life as a rcd-letter day because on this day of all days I gained the first real taste of a frce and full life.

Unlike many others, I approached the day after a good deal of craving and preparation. Right from my school life, the thought of the college had been occupying my imagination”. I had been hearing of the wonderful life at college from neighbouring students, who extolled the numerous opportunities and prided over the liberty and dignity, they enjoyed. The very model of their life, whether at home or outside, seemed to have been radically changed by the magic of college life though they had left the school only the other day. This made a deep impression on my mind and it was since those days that I had been wistfully 16 looking forward to the time when I also would step into the Arcadius of liberty and Earning. And, at least, the cherished day was knocking at my doors when on passing the Matriculation Examination I got myself admitted into the college of which I am now a proud pupil. My classes were to begin a few days later and I kept longing impatiently for the approach of the day – the day on which I was to stand face to face with a new life, which, as I find now, is laden with thorns and flowers in an equal measure.

The fancied day at last came. It was a sunny Monday. I hurried through my lunch, put on a new suit of clothes and set out for the college with only one exercise book which I knew to be a custom of college students. But as soon as the stately college building came in sight, my courage began to fail. As I passed through the massive gate and was walking up the majestic flight of stairs leading to the first floor, I could clearly hear the beats of my fluttering heart. With trembling legs, I entered into the lecture hall, crowded all over with about one hundred and fifty students. I cast a glance around the hall and discovered a couple of known faces. One of them-an old classmate called me by my name. This dispelled my nervousness considerably. I replied to his greeting with a labored smile, went along and took my seat by him. For the first time he appeared so dear to me-the dearest on earth-though in the school we had never been very close.

Shortly afterward the commencing bell rang. It was a class in English. A middle-aged Professor, followed by a dozen of girls, came a few minutes after. He was wearing a somber face, which I never found him relax. We stood in his honor and he returned it with an indifferent nod. Then he walked to the platform with an air of self-confidence, stood behind the table, cast a wide look over and around the class, opened the register and called over the rolls with the names, cycling over every boy as he responded. This over, the Professor delivered an address in stiff English not on anything relating to the subject but on the relation between the teacher and the taught, on their mutual rights and obligations and, inter alia, sounded a note of warning against bazar notes. The whole class listened to him minutely. Despite his austere countenance, I liked the speaker because of his speech which he opened addressing us as gentlemen and repeated the same several times. It conveyed the first recognition that we were grown-up gentlemen, trusted to be capable of safeguarding our interests and no longer boys needed to be watched and overseen.

Our next class was to be held downstairs. As soon as the Professor of English left, almost all of us at once made for the doorway which was already crowded around by another group of students who were to come in. A push-and-elbow contest ensued we trying to get out and they wrestling to get in. It was an interesting sight and looked very much like a scuffle. My friend and I somehow managed to escape through the crowd. Equally interesting was to see all of us racing down the passage downstairs, laughing, talking, shouting and doing everything to show that we were fresh from the school-no doubt ardent contestants for maturity but yet remaining boyish at heart.

It was now a class on Civics. Soon the Professor appeared at the door, putting on a smile which broadened into a grin as we stood up in his honor. With an easy but impressive gait, he moved up to the dais, placed the register on the table and opened a chat in Bengali, asking this boy his name, that boy his address and enquiring about a lot of other things. The period thus rolled by and towards the close, he took the roll call. Just as he was preparing to leave, a student asked him if students should read notes. To my surprise he replied emphatically in the affirmative, adding, “I myself read notes and have them quite worthy”. But you have to make your selection”. Upon this he left the class, leaving us to wonder at two contradictory opinions on the subject by two members of the same faculty.

This class was followed by two off-periods and the general recess. My friend and I, therefore, went to the common room. It was packed to capacity. A few were reading papers and journals; some others were playing carom and table-tennis, and the rest, divided into several groups, were chatting and talking at random”. I met a few familiar faces and exchanged smiles with them. The common room was very noisy and there was no room for us to sit. So we moved out through the opposite door and found the college canteen to the left. We went in but found it no less crowded. Here also was the same noise and debate. A few were sipping tea standing and arguing? hotly on the foreign policy of Pakistan. My eyes fell on two cabins at the extreme end of the big hall. One was for the Professors and inside the other were sitting some girls. I was impressed and felt happy at this atmosphere of freedom outside the classroom. We took out tea standing and moved off for the library. On the way, my eves fell on a small sign-board with the inscriptions College Union. A notice board was hanging on the wall. I stopped and glanced over the board which contained several notices. One of them particularly caught my cycs. It was the notice of a meeting of the College Union in the Principal’s office. I read it again and again. It imparted me a feeling of importance. I saw in it a recognition of my capability to share the administration of my alma mater.

I went to the library and received there the greatest joy and amazement of the day. It consisted of two big rooms, packed up with rows of almirahs and shelves, containing an incalculable number of books on various subjects. I strolled along the rows feasting my eyes on the contents inside though I knew little and yet do not know much of what priceless treasure was stored up within. To me the library appeared to be an ocean of books, whose countless waves can only be wondered at and never fully admiral.

I had no mind nor any mood to attend any further class though two more were to be held in the last periods. Having, therefore, taken leave of my friend I started home back. On my way home, I fell into a reverie and began to recapitulate the lessons and experiences of the day. I found nothing to doubt that the college meant a definite change-over from a life of spoon-feeding to one of independence. But I found at the same time that the freedom was not absolute, that it was conditioned at every step by the shadow of responsibilities and that improper use of the freedom might well Icad to self-destruction In my boyish imagination. I fancied the college to be a domain of liberty and Learning. On the very first day, I found the college life burdened with responsibilities which is the price to be paid for its liberties. And throughout these years of study in it, I have found that the scale of responsibility is much heavier than that of freedom.

“Results are what you expect, and the consequences are what you get.”

Speech on School Life and College Life


  • Both are formative phases: mutual compensation
  • Charms and pains of school life
  • Marked changes in the college
  • Academic and extra-academic life in both are different
  • Which one better? difficult to make a definite answer: both
    have their respective good and bad sides
  • Feelings of post-student life: both school and college memories equally dear

School life and college life are two phases in the formative period of one’s life. Viewed from a distance both school days and college days assume the appearance of lost Arcadius. The impressions gathered in the school, though immature, remain in one’s memory as engravings on granite, never to be wiped off by the vagaries of time. In the college, the school-time gaiety may be slightly sobered; yet the novel sense of freedom, responsibility, and maturity, tinted with pride, highly compensate for the little loss.

Children are admitted into the school at an age between 5 and 8, the time when their minds arc tender and extremely receptive. Then their capacity for enjoyment is boundless. Everything is now and amazing to a budding mind. Just the very entrance into an impressive school can set a little heart throbbing with excitement. The teachers with their varied temperament, classmates, games and occasional punishment and such others combine to adorn the years in school with a chequered color. School endeavors to mold the raw material of children’s mind into a human shape. Consequently, schools observe a code of strict discipline. School students are checked and guided at every step. The teachers keep a sharp watch not only on the lessons but also on manners, movements, dress, and habits of the school students. Exuberant’ as children arc, breach of discipline occurs quite frequently which is promptly followed by standing on the bench; detention after school and even caning. So, school life is full of crosses. At Icecast that is how school students feel. Compared to that, the college is the Elysium a student’s fancy, where an ogre of a Headmaster does not make life a torment.

In college, the students enjoy much more freedom than in a school. Here they are regarded as intelligent individuals, with a mind partly mature. The professors address a collegian as a gentleman and are disposed towards treating him as such. A college student is not chained to his classroom from morning till afternoon like a schoolboy. He can take his time and go to his classes leisurely with no apprehension of being scolded for late coming. He may not even be present at the class. If he wishes to enjoy a matinee show or a radio program instead of attending the lectures, no one will restrain him. He is, in short, the absolute master of his own self.

Method of teaching in a school is vastly different from what it is in a college. A class in a school consists of a limited number of students. The teachers become closely acquainted with each of them. Every day new lessons are given to the pupils and they are compelled to prepare their classwork and home task, failing which they are sure to get punished. No one can be absent from a class without being noticed immediately. Not only in the class-room but also in other activities of the school a student’s part is defined by the teachers and he has no choice. If an imaginative lad tries to escape with his ‘Arabian Nights’ during the games period, the drill-master will have him punished or even himself pull his cars in presence of the rest.

In the college, professors scarcely know the faces and the names of their pupils nor ever care to do so. After the lectures, professors need not inquire about the progress made by the students. College students are quite free to use or waste their time. They are never forced to prepare their lessons as school students are.

But it is not so easy to give one’s definite opinion as to which of these two conditions, the rigid discipline existing in schools, or the complete liberty prevalent in colleges is more desirable for a learner. In the school, a student, though shackled by the strict watch, is still free from the responsibility of improving his own mind. For, this responsibility is borne by his teachers. College students may enjoy some freedom no doubt, but that freedom is weighed down by a heavy responsibility on his shoulders. Very few students can appreciate and utilize their liberty. For the lazy, unintelligent, indifferent boys and girls this absence of restraint and direction proves to be the doom of their academic career.

In schools, much greater intimacy between the teachers and the pupils enlivens the atmosphere with a homely spirit, whereas in the college an average student completely loses his identity in a large crowd and is reduced to a mere roll number. But then, the college common room and the library offer him an ample opportunity to spend his time profitably and pleasurably which the school does not provide so liberally.

Games and sports are organized both is schools and colleges. For school children, games are more or less a spontaneous outburst of energy. In the college, a well-equipped gymnasium is maintained for students to build up their body by systematic exercises.

It is not so much before as after we have left both school life and college life far behind us, that we are in a position to appreciate fully their respective values and charms. Both our school and college have great influence in molding our life and character. Most of us are just what our alma maters have made us. The school is left behind and the college also is about to be crossed overalls. And as the memories of both will become more and more things of the past, they will appear in our vision in their real perspective – as ideal homes of joy, where so many invaluable lessons of life have been learned and precious friends made. How keenly shall I then pine for the lost paradises, as all our predecessors! do now!

Speech on Hostel Life


  • Introduction: relation of the hostel to college in the west and the cast
  • Hostel life furnishes a memorable experience
  • The perpetual flow of life in the hostel
  • Blessings of hostel life: extensive education both theoretical and practical opportunities for expressing creative energies
  • Evils of hostel life
  • Conclusion: role of the hostel in higher education: the condition of hostel life in our country

The hostel is an inseparable part of the college. Every educational institution worth the name has one or more of them, where a large number of students are accommodated. In the advanced countries, most of the colleges are residential, hostel life forming an integral part of college life. In the East, however, the economic condition of the students does not permit compulsory residence in hostels were, therefore, only a small percentage of the students can afford to live. Nevertheless, in these countries also the hostel occupies an important position in higher education.

Students who never had a chance of being innated? in a hostel have indeed missed a valuable and memorable piece of experience. Neither parents nor their wards usually feel much inclination towards life in a boarding house. But once the boys and girls have lived in a hostel for some time, they feel as much reluctant to leave it, as they felt before entering the hostel.

Life in a boarding house is seldom, if ever, monotonous? With a large number of young. energetic, sportive members, a hostel perpetually vibrates.lt with life. The paradise may wear outs and lose its charm but the hostel will not. The old exit and the new entry, with the spring of life flowing in unbroken continuity. When an outsider chance to enter a hostel, his cars arc invariably greeted with hollow laughter, loud singing, and noisy gossips, his cycs meet everywhere lively, cheerful faces moving about, and he instantaneously gets the impression that cares and sorrows of life have no access into the four walls of the hostel.

A well-organized hostel has a robust spirit which pervades the whole atmosphere and has a salubrious effect on its inmates. When a boy enters a hostel for the first time, his feclings are none too happy. To be placed among a crowd of strangers, after being severed from one’s home and dear oncs, is really an ordcal. In course of time when this sore heals up and the new boarder accommodates himself to the new mode of life, he begins to appreciate its joys to the extent of thinking that the hostel is better than the home. That is because in the hostel a student enjoys an ample measure of independence, which was beyond his reach at home under the watchful eyes of the parents and guardians. Of course, there is always a superintendent to check the movements and activitics of the students, but his control is more noniinailthan real. If the boarders do not violatc hostel rules or create any internal trouble, his cxistence is almost never felt. Hence a boarder can freely go about places and associate with people of his own choice. In a hostel where the borders are mainly of the same age, distracting gossips flow freely. Here and their boys may be seen in twos, threes, and fours, having a lively charge.

A good hostel offers many opportunities through which the inherent energies of a student can find expression. Every hostel has á common room. furnished with indoor games, radios and magazines, a small gymnasium and also arrangement for outdoor games like tennis, badminton, football, and cricket. Apart from these borders can organic dramatic performances and musical source” and variety shows. They can also publish magazines and wallpapers. Picnics, parties, and excursions can be undertaken as frequently as time and funds allow. Besides, the borders constitute a ready and organized force which can be fruitfully utilized in social services.

Hostel life can impart valuable social training to the borders. In a hostel, one learns to adjust one’s own likes and dislikes to those of others. Here, a boy or a girl cannot be selfish or slovenly without inviting general criticism and condemnation. Hostel life also teaches cooperation and mutual’ help. This education received in one’s tender age proves extremely useful in after-life. Moreover, those students who participate in the hostel administration derive a lot of organizing skill too.

Like many other beneficial institutes, a hostel also is not free from blemishes. A hostel being a mixture of all types of boarders, students otherwise dutiful and honest are at times led astray by evil associates. Misuse of liberty often blighiso many promising careers. Sons and daughters of the rich sometimes set bad examples of luxury which influence the character of the rest who thercupon squeeze their parents unreasonahli. Further, a prolonged stay in hostels for many years slackens? family tics in young persons. They gradually become callous and indifforeni to the needs and claims of their respective homes.

In fine, real education does not consist of delivering classroom sermons. To achieve perfect education, students have to Icarn a good deal outside the class, perhaps more than what the class can give. And the most effective agency of extra-class education is the hostel where students keep Learning throughout this day and the night without even knowing that they are doing so. Even when they gossip, they learn from each other. It is in recognition of this important role of the hostel in higher education that Mr. Eliot. President of Harvard University, once said, “If I wish to found a college. the first thing I would build is a dormitory.” ‘Those of us who are willing to remember” says Prof. Roger W. Holmes of the USA, “find it easy to recollect that the most valuable things that happened to us in college usually happened in our dormitories.” But in our country, all hostels do not fulfill the conditions required by a standard boarding house. A hostel must have a capacious building, an extensive compound and a small but permanent administrative unit to ensure a decent, healthy living to its borders. Sometimes a hostel in our country is no better than a habitation where students flock merely to put their heads. Except having common mess they have hardly anything in common. Life in such a hostel is ugh, uncomfortable and unfavorable to the pursuit? of education. Each student needs a minimum of space for his cot and table.