An epilogue to "Anything can happen"

By Capt. Sayeed (Rtd) Dhaka
7 October 2004, 18:00 PM
We can't accept your "Anything can happen" on this small chunk of land of ours called, Bangladesh. Want to know, reallywho, why, how etc? Prior to the replies to all those, Mr. Farid Bakht, heart felt love, from the very goodness of the soul for those "script" like few lines of your article "What happens next?". So ordained and time consumed were the narrative, that in turn dictates the onlookers to say that the reply to the first question 'Who' is --you and your likes.

The answer to the second question 'Why' is very simple and precise ­ we can't afford to wait for that "anything" to happen here.

We have a small chunk of land on this planet called Earth and how come, we let' "anything" happen to this when the very definite effect of this "anything" is nothing short of losing it!

Don't we know the historical fate of an identical human race that inhabited the shore of the Mediterranean , and lost it in the ancient time? We think, this group of people has a striking semblance with us. They had with other things a very common linguistic and cultural identity, lived beside the shore of a sea as we do here beside the Bay. The ensuing homeless 1500 years-­ the status as immigrants or the bohemians, the inhuman hardship borne by this band of human beings in different parts of the world ­-the holocaust and what not up to now, is well known. If someone here says we don't know this or we would repeat that part of the history knowingly, the answer is a clear and resounding- No! Never!! We the people beside the Bay also walked a long and protracted path of the history again for thousands of years and fought out with everything for our liberation. After that we found us fighting among ourselves! Why? Because, we let those skippers take their turn and led us for the destination of a common goal. Now, we see, as Bakht sees ­- and have rightly started believing "that anything can happen" to us, on this soil.

Now it is time to say to them shouting clearly, -- this is no leadership, whatsoever. "We" will definitely bring out this leadership ­- skilful not muscle-flexing. Can't we Bakht? -- We can steer our distressed ship through, up to the port of Tranquillity.