Nayeem Islam Nibir
Due to hundreds of attempts to reconcile a number of recent events and personal mishaps. I couldn’t sleep for about a week. Sitting at the table in the middle of the roof all night, I was overwhelmed when I heard the poem of Syed Shamsul Haque Nuruldiner Sara jibon in the voice of the late Ali Zaker. I have heard the same poem thousands of times. But after the death of Ali Zaker, when his various works of art were floating on social media, suddenly the poem recited by him came to my notice. As I listen to the poem, I can’t help but think of the moving pictures, the howls of the people, and the moon-stars-galaxies in the night sky.
I get phone calls from different people for many current events. Due to which the mind does not want to receive the phone anymore. But perhaps at the end of the afternoon, with a last sip of coffee, he looked up at the sky and saw the clouds in the western sky. The gray clouds in front of my eyes slowly began to turn into frozen black clouds. The speed of the gentle wind is constantly increasing. The torrential rain has started. My lifelong friendship with the rain. But it is forbidden to get wet, so I am going to close my eyes and look for the rhythm in the sound of the pouring rain. At such a time, the phone is ringing somewhere in the distance. After receiving the call, a well-wisher said that an attempt was made to rape and kill the actress Pori Moni. Which is why there is a heated discussion in Bangladesh now, why I did not write about the Pori Moni!
Within a moment my annoyance started so I hung up the phone again with my eyes closed. Finally, for the sake of the esteemed readers from the point of view of many people and many comments, I was relaxing when I was busy writing this article. At that moment, when I looked at my eyes and brain with a trembling sleep, I saw a small white dim light coming from the side verandah – a four-legged cat-like monster dancing on the wall and coming towards me. When I saw it, I realized that it was really a cat just when I was almost unconscious or about to pass away.
Locally we call him Marger or Bilai. The owner of this cat is my neighbor and the beautiful Mayawati Chiral-Keshi is an impossibly beautiful teenager. As soon as I saw the cat’s eyes, all the hair on its body and cheeks swelled like a balloon and came to my feet and sat down. Undaunted, I hurried to the cat. Surprisingly, the cat did not show any signs of being particularly frightened even after my chase. Ulto looked at my face and raised his hi, pulled the tail a little and sat down a little. Unable to understand anything, I took a break from writing the essay, focused on the cat, stared at it, and listened intently.
The cat forbade me to write about the Pori Moni at first and kept telling me why she (Pori Moni) went to the boat club so late at night! Pori Moni is a girl. Why did she go to the boat club for drinking and treat the Pori named Pir Nasir Uddin of the boat club badly! Pori Moni is living a luxurious life with cars and houses worth crores of money. She does this from time to time, which is normal for him.
Pori Moni could not have gone to the boat club so late at night. Where did Pori Moni get so much money even though she didn’t have any successful movie? Pori Moni Bangladesh has vandalized all the clubs in the world including Dubai. Marger Pandit also said that he (The cat) went to Pori Moni’s house one day to cut and eat the leftovers and saw that there was no rice pan in Pori Moni’s house. There is no furniture just huge huge glass bottles of wine. None of Pori Moni’s relatives ate rice or fish. They survived by drinking alcohol. The curse of the Pori Moni is the root of social chaos. This is how it will be with them. They will have no place in our civilized society, so any writing of you (Nayeem Islam Nibir) about Pori Moni is strictly forbidden. Trying to understand the cat’s innermost thoughts, I have failed miserably to guess at what stage of the spiritual conversation with the cat I fell asleep.
When I regained consciousness, I began to focus on analyzing the underlying meaning of Marger’s statements. I realized that at present, due to the judicial power of the state and the tailwinds of those in power, we have not been able to investigate the unjust crimes committed against the Raghabboyals. What has become clear is that in our country since independence, there have been horrific instances of impunity, which has resulted in a geometric increase in crime everywhere in Bangladesh.
In our country, Pori Moni did not steal sugar-salt-corrugated iron or blankets bought with state funds. In our country, Pori Moni have not danced with joy by carrying out crossfire-disappearance-killing in public. From time immemorial in our country, the Bargis, the Mir Jafars, the Lord Clive, the English or the Pakistanis have not plundered the central treasury of the country. As a result, the perception of crime and criminals in the last one hundred years of Bangladesh has been completely reversed.
According to the poem of Syed Shamsul Haque, if the soil-air-water of a country is wasted, then there will be wasted crop. The seeds produced by spoiled crops are also spoiled and poisoned. The crops produced by poisonous seeds are also destroyed by those who eat them.
Thus, when the perimeter of destruction consumes the society-world-state, the millions of stars in the sky and the light of the full moon cannot save public life from destruction. In other words, in a corrupt society, the blessing of God also fails.
Nayeem Islam Nibir is a young generation political leader and columnist in Bangladesh.
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