7th Day of the month of October 2018 shall perhaps remain as of the most glorious days of my life for the future days to come. Let me tell you a story that has happened on that epic day. I was invited to attend a Fair organised by The High Commission of the Government of The People’s republic of Bangladesh in London to showcase the epitome of acceleration of Bangladesh in the recent few years.
What I have seen and what I have heard in that meeting and presentation keeps on reverberating in my ears since that day. I was wanting to write about that evening for the last few weeks but due to millions of things in my to do list put that urge of writing at the back burner for all this time.
Bangladesh my country of birth is sailing to the pinnacle of growth and its salient features of growth, advancement, numbers and percentages of quantifications are simply astronomical. I don’t want to bore my readers with those numbers and figures but instead I would rather do a bit of my reminiscence of my country from the very moment of its birth to today.
I was 11 years old on the 17th of December 1971, we said good bye to our refugee camp in Agartala, India and started a journey; almost emulating the Odyssey. Like the Greek warriors coming back home after the fall of The Troy. However, that epic journey coming back home was painful to see sitting on top of the luggage and bedding on an open top jeep in the midst of chilli December afternoon made me cry with despair, anger and emptiness. The whole journey from Kasba, B. Baria to Sylhet (with a few stoppages en route) was the most horrific of all journeys of my life. Saw on the roads hundreds and thousands of burned military jeeps, lorries, tanks, cannon, artillery carriages littered astride the road. Millions of people walking back home from their refugee camps clutching whatever little belongings they had. Kids with no clothes let alone warm clothes. Mothers in their torn sarees. Fathers carrying huge loads on their heads. The arable land was all empty. Hundreds of bridges were blown away, Indian army engineers were busy fixing them to build makeshift Bailey bridges. As far as my eyes could see there were hardly any houses standing most of them set fire to ashes by the heinous perpetrators.
From those impediments and precious state of life with not a single penny of our National Exchequer’s reserve. The journey of a newly born nation started and the other day what I saw and what I have found out was an utter astonishment.
How a country can progress so fast and how can a country prove its resilience? – One ought to go and visit Bangladesh!
Once negated by a so called diplomat full of arrogance and ignorance by calling the nation a ‘’Bottom of Basket.’’ Well, come and visit Bangladesh and see for yourself what Bengalis can do. The so called country who wanted to annihilate, de populate and ethnically cleanse Bengalis and Bangladesh are now crying to their leaders to turn their country like Bangladesh and emulate the eye watering progression of Bangladesh – I guess some revenges are so sweet in nature to say the least.
It made my eyes moistened remembering my days in school with one shirt and one pair of trousers due to acute shortage of fabrics and now that Bangladesh is sewing shirts and trousers for the rest of the world – can anyone imagine what a journey it had been ?
Bangladesh today is standing tall in the world with a monumental year on year growth in excess of 6 to 7% when many of the first world’s top economies are grappling with growth at 1 – 3.2% percent.
What a joy to get and what a proud moment for us all to cherish this monumental achievement of excellence. It’s an imperative matter of significance that these all has happened due to the stable, dynamic and long lasting governance of our present government under the auspicious leadership of Honourable Prime Minister; the standard bearer of the Flag of our beloved Father of the Nation. The people must view and believe in reality not rhetorics. Seeing is believing. This is perhaps the time for ending the politics of division and destruction. Bangladesh and her people need better governance and a sustainable economy to remain tall in the world society.
I am absolutely engulfed with emotions and remembrance of 1971 – our Great liberation war. After all of that I can console myself that, the blood that soaked the soil of Bangladesh from the fallen body of my martyr brother has not gone in vain. Bangladesh has made him proud.
Thank you Bangladesh for yet again proving everyone wrong by climbing the podiums of excellence to pinnacles.
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