Some people can not realize their dream because they don’t want to, and some don’t follow their dream because they don’t know how to.

Back a few months ago, soon after the city corporation election I had read an article in BD today by young poet Faqir Elias. In reality, he is not young but my memory of him is still from that young age. At one point of our life journey, we both had studied at the same High school back in Bangladesh. Then I never thought that one day, he would become a poet, and be writing article from America, and I would be sitting in the UK pondering over myriads of political brainteaser. This is fate as we say; you never know in 10 years time, where you fate will take you to. Some people can not realize their dream because they don’t want to, and some don’t follow their dream because they don’t know how to.

Faqir Elias followed his dream from a very early age. I remember he used to play with words and write poem now then, he would enthusiastically share his new found talent with us. This is how it begins as do with many other poets. You don’t know what is hidden inside you unless you try to explore. I remember reading somewhere, that the famous poet Rabi Tagor wrote his first poem in Bangla something like this: ‘Bristi pore, pata nore’ Amazing! How a few lines opened up his treasure of words to receive the great Nobel Prize for poetry?  My American friend Faqir Elias is no where near to receiving a Nobel Prize like Tagor, but he can write good poems, and some time he writes article. One difference though, ideologically we are not in the same par. We get on well in facebook, not minding what thought we follow, most important thing is that we follow something with an open heart, always ready to receive any light, where ever it may come from.

Talking about dreams, another friend of mine, most amazingly having similarity with Faqir Elias, but at different department, had a passion for investigating microbes. From an early age, when ever he travelled from our local High School with us, we would see him investigating microbes, talking about microbes, like a little Einstein. He realized his dream, because he knew his heart well, and he followed his dream to becoming a microbiologist, and now living in a fat mansion, working as a researcher in Houston University, in America. My friend Jahangir Alam, the microbiologist, is now investigating our roots in facebook, strangely comparing, and measuring the size of our toes. Little did I know that two of my friends would be realizing their dream in two different fields, wide a part?  Now, the purpose of my writing was not about dream but about an article my friend Faqir Elias wrote. By the way, my friend is not Faqir as in ‘Poor’, but he is rich in money and words. He writes fluently, and some time acknowledges the truth.

I was impressed at his acknowledgement of some of the cause for Awamileague unpopularity in the city corporation election. He agreed that many of the reason that led to people losing love for Awamileague was Share market collapse, destiny, hallmark and myriads of corruption. What he failed to underscore was the killings of Hifajot men on the night of 6^th of May, in my view, apart from the killings of 28 February, one of the single most cause that affected people’s sentiment was the whole sale massacre of unarmed civilian in Shapla Chottor. Today, our political parties are in a stalemate over who should preside over the election. More importantly, what is in the mind of Awamileague leaders is the fear of losing power. As soon as they loose power, witch-hunt will begin to settle the scores for abduction and killings. This thought of reprisal had made the incumbent government more irrational, further complicating a free and fare election. Awamileague is now looking for a security clause from BNP, and unless this comes, the fate of Bangladesh political sky will remain uncertain.