Tale of a 'Golden Land'?
Children born during the struggling days of the War of Independence have to watch and hear with shame and disgust the pathetic collapse of Dr. Humayun Azad on the doorsteps of a top literary institution. They have to painfully observe in silence the devilish ascension of Kala Jahangir and Ershad Sikder.
It is a great pity that priceless martyrdom of millions of Bengalis today results in recovery of sliced chunks of human torso from within busy metropolitan areas in broad daylight. Moreover, such gruesome mutilation is being carried out on the very day of the anniversary of the country's independence.
The nine-month bloodshed for a Golden Bengal, after three decades, aids brands like BMW and Lexus to the elite but only at the expense of the hapless commoner who is thought to be best fit under the wheels.
Could anyone, who was a direct victim of the torturous days of 1971, presume that the ripe fruits of Independence would be so bitter and toxic, so to say, in the present-day form of social annihilation?