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 6th 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.