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Sunday, August 1, 2010

Fwd: [bangla-vision] Weapon of mass destruction - our road



---------- Forwarded message ----------
From: Mohd. Haque <haquetm83@yahoo.com>
Date: Sun, Aug 1, 2010 at 6:46 PM
Subject: [bangla-vision] Weapon of mass destruction - our road
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It was my mother who lost almost all her mundane beings and spent every moment in fear and anxiety of death or attack while my two teen aged brothers fighting somewhere or preparing for ambush and my father on his toes hiding in some distant relatives house. These two boys were in their bravery, exited to make next ambush, fearless and happy to be part of it, for them life was adventure. But it was not so for my mother, whole nine months, and for my father -it was his own life, his two best possessions and his entire family. Who sacrificed more, who suffered most and who ripped the benefits?

40 years on we have 40km road block(Dhaka, Chittagong highway on 30th July) to move from one city to another. Not clogged road under the sky but kept and maintained as 'weapon of much destruction'. 55 thousand people were killed in 15 years and 12 people daily. No one to see to these no one to give us a road to walk safely. These roads are manned by machinery in perfect machination of obstruction, snatch, small and big loot and above all threat and intimidation. This machinery is set up by the statecraft by changing and enacting policies under their own freedom and whim. They are the supreme authority yet people make believe that, when people die they grief, offer sermons.
And we are taking their sermons often in the spirit of my parent's sacrifice, with a pretense of sadness and grief. Sarcastics and insulting gesture of our supreme leaders.
So far neither we could take on to any of those who obstructed the road traffic, collecting tolls, allowing illegal and unauthorized vehicles to ply without any kind of road discipline. What a heaven created for illicit operations by vetting human lives. So many people already gone and everyday getting killed, a nation often boast about its media, intelligentia, civil right, human right groups, claims to remain vigil against all perpetrators could not or did not stop a single mishaps. When statecraft run by mafia and there henchmen, the regulators or supervisors can't be present and working for people.
The latest sacrifice made for prosperous Bangladesh is two highest officials from our bureaucracy, only yesterday. I wouldn't write emotional stories(how there kith and kin cried and yelled) like some news media handcrafted and compare their offspring's agony, fear and anxiety with my mother's during 1971. Outrageous enough these two officials were part of the supreme leader's state program.
They were trained as official for more than 30years for nation's service. Gone without notice. Who cares. Hundreds of highly trained military were killed in peace time, cars and helicopters started colliding with electric wires only to kill the GOC's or big officials. As if statecraft is on vacation before their summer drill.
Killed are usually buried, those alive grief, make statements then carry on as usual. So is the human face in our part, a brute, uncompassionate and careless characteristics and days on, getting solidifying.
If someone think of blaming(to come out as good guy) he/she follows no intelligence or human rule.
Only few days back the very well known writer's mother were given an empty oxygen bottle to breath inside ICU in a well known hospital and noticed by the writer himself, not by the attending nurse and mother did not die. The writer was charges with taka 80,000 (eighty thousand taka) for the maltreatment. Went home and perhaps started writing another piece of his writing on whatever he right best and whole community cheers with him. This mother has another two bright, well known, well established sons.

To me artists means a special creatures who can only think of his beauty, body, sex, money and fame, else not a matter. They learn how to enjoy life and bocome ruthlessly materialistic, yet if fall sick had to beg even after a very colourful career. Elizabeth Tellor enjoyed her life, married 9 times, earned two Oscars yet raised millions for suffering people and often sided with fellow artists to help in need. It is only Eliyas Kanchon shown some wisdom after his wife's tragic road accident and only person who is after so many years, still obsessed with the cause, continuing his own endeavor.
But the monstrous authority that control everything, often using their own truck driver to kill their opponent can not be tamed or bring into account by endeavor of Kanchon!
We do not have voice (imagine the same writer wrote an article how a man was killed on the eve of a recent hartal and kept mum on the negligence that is also taking many lives everyday and about to take his own mother, oi je political mileage), we do not have literature, we have lost our sovereignty, lost our morals and values what we remain with that only matches the media that write stories to sell, writers novel about free sex and materiality of life and gossip of those so called right activists.
My mother is long gone, gone are the two bright hard earned assets of this dilapidated statecraft, their sacrifice or blood has no value to this nation.

M Haque


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