Being a nation

Bangladesh, the name starts from the time of freedom, was always a mysterious land. Its role from the age of yore always attracts attention. It was never completely subdued by any of the kings approached to the sub-continent. The fragile characteristics and sense of freedom of its inhabitants was its both advantages and disadvantages. So, it was very hard to conquer this land and if conquered it was harder to rule this country over. So, the country often remained free from foreign interferes.

But their waving polity got a great shake at the time of entering of the British. They were not like the other rulers like Hindu, Muslims, Afghan or Persian. All the previous rulers were seasonal and actually came to invade, plunder or at best to capture in order to prove their pride and pomp. Besides these, the extension of their territory as well as to follow the norms of Islam regarding Islamization of the nonbelievers. But the British came for a real cause. And that was their business. So, they settled and ruled. They demitted as well as massacred. The event was not an experience of fun. They laughed and killed. They made joke and hit. They hired and fired. They taught how to rule and to be ruled. They were the white British. The grand, the merciless.

We were awkward. We were foolish. We died. We lost. We were raped as well as torn. The country experienced some of all time great famines especially one of that was in 1770 called great Bengal famine. One third of the total population was disappeared. The situation worsen when they lost their control over America in 1776. They became harsher and ran bulldoggers over us. They managed their loss incurred from the losing of their other territories. We were stumbled but nothing to do. The British applied the greatest policy of the millennium “Divide and Rule”. We lost the game completely. In 1947, they awarded us freedom. But it was the greatest mocking of the time. A divided sub- continent.

We had no other way. They created such a salty situation that we had no other way to be divided. There was a deep peril to stay together and the peril became deeper after partition. It was a two sided sword. We drowned. We grabbed. We got our address through a great holocaust. We were ravaged by ourselves. The great British alms. Finally, they planted the tree of perennial crisis. We are still bearing this heritage. The British were over. But the clash is going on.

There is none to tell the truth. There is none to stop us from this horrific debugging. There is none to tell us that we should stop here. A group of people is blaming the other as Indian! The later is blaming the former as Pakistani! We still live in one country. Yes our ancestors also lived here. We, both of us, should think again. What are we doing? In our Parliament it is our common debate. We are used of hearing these topics. We are such a type of guys. We are as usual.

It is still forty two years we have got our freedom. But we are still many unsolved issues. We are always hammering our heads. We never think that years have been passed but where are our changes. Where are our achievements? How funny. We think of ourselves, our survival. We are making our society vulnerable. We are trying to change our history but do not know history can not be changed.