We are not stupid, are we?

That's a question I often ask myself, especially when I am spending my money in Dhaka city. I feel stupid to buy fake Dairy Milk chocolates that have no aluminum foil cover and taste deplorable which is found even in the most reputed stores and superstores of the city. I feel stupid buying fruits laced with chemicals, because no one can do anything about it. I feel stupid bargaining with the CNG driver over the fare, because I know it's not his fault why he can't afford to go by the metre. I feel stupid waiting in the traffic jam because of lack of planning in developing the city. I feel stupid when I read about students being handed out GPA 5 galore, because it does not reflect the intellectual prowess of our students; they just vomit out what the educational system wants. I feel stupid to see the standard of our schools and universities, because we are so far behind everyone. I feel stupid that I don't have the power to do anything. Maybe I need a crash course on how to change Bangladesh. Maybe everyone needs it.