Bangabandhu was forewarned

One of the most barbarous acts in the history of modern times was perpetrated in Bangladesh in Mid-August of 1975. The Father of the nation Bangabandhu Sheikh Mujibur Rahman was brutally killed on that dark night with all the members of his family (save two daughters who were abroad at that time), in a lightning coup attack-by a small clique of delinquent army officers who had the blessings and well planned backing of many powerful pro-imperialist and anti-national   forces both at home and abroad.

Life has no speed. It just rolls on. The time to stumble is around, melancholy engulfs the whole gamut and perhaps it plays the central theme of human life. Again there is a stage where the melancholy of life peeps in. The mid-sky sun tilts towards the horizon. And, a meta¬morphosis takes place around.
The inner-self cries out in vain, “I do not want to part with this beautiful World”
Ògwi‡Z Pvwnbv Avwg my›`i fye‡bÓ| ...................

Then again, one mutters the truth itself “still one has to die and that is the order of the creator ..........” the nature and Allah’s different crea¬tures with their metaphysical and sub-conscious vision perceive and foresee events in the offing much in advance.

Like all great people in the World, Bangabandhu was tired of the mundane existence and as usual he used to be impressed and enchanted by the quiet and peace of nature.

A close relation of Bangabandhu, narrated to me an incident, which, to my mind, appeared to be a rude truth. He said, “A few days before the ghastly incident, Bangabandhu, an ardent lover of nature, who was, of late, found gradually inclined to lead a life of self-denial, purity and renunciation greatly believing in the metaphysical aspect of human existence got an ominous indication of the terrible fatality awaiting him which, however, was not perceived in the correct perspective. One afternoon, Bangabandhu, as characteristic of him, was seen fondly feeding swarms of fish at the Dhanmondhi Lake adjacent to his road No. 32 residence, along with the members of his family. Suddenly, the swarms of fish, on being frightened, instantly disappeared. Being bewil¬dered and puzzled, Bangabandhu looked back and saw Mushtaque stand¬ing behind with distinctive cap on. The incident, to say the least, was not taken much seriously. However, Bangabandhu wittingly remarked (meaning Mushtaque) “Even the mute creatures of nature instinctively did not fail to discern the innate crookedness and foul play being often indulged in by you and so insidiously camouflaged by your symbolic cap.

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ÒcÖK…wZi wbixn Rxe¸‡jvI †Zvi gZ Lj I
lohš¿Kvix †jv‡Ki f‡q AvZswKZÓ|

A little thing but quite revealing. The strange demeanor as ex¬hibited by the swarms of fish, no doubt, had given warning of the strange fatality awaiting Bangabandhu being masterminded and spearheaded by no less a person than Mushtaque himself. It further revealed that the inevitability was round the corner. It is an irony; this revelation of Nature was not taken into cognizance.

A well wisher forewarned Bangabandhu about Taheruddin Thakur. “To whom he is then loyal”? Bangabandhu enquired “To Mushtaque” the friend answered “But Mushtaque is loyal to me”, Bangabandhu said with confidence which later on proved fatal.

From the dawn of civilization, people in the East greatly believe in the will of God and predestination and man’s utter helplessness before the mighty invisible power. And there is an element of chance of Fate in keeping with the oriental nature of the theme.

Shakespeare says,
“We are such stuff
As dreams are made of, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep”.

In each nation’s history there are chapters so dark, so full of shame and disgrace that no subsequent triumph can erase it altogether. The sad episode and the ghastly massacre on the night, no doubt, is the history’s biggest tragedy depicting a tale replete with relentless tears.

Indian Mythology is replete with numerous instances, when the best of men, with best of preparations, have been forced to yield, under the worst of circumstances, to the natural and super-natural forces only because destiny has willed it.

Even in Greek Mythology, hundred of examples are there when the human actors have been drawn inexorably, inch by inch, to the roles destined for them in the greater drama of life.

The Indian Mythology says, “No matter what a man desires and wishes, some unforeseen destiny and absolute power overrules it and compels him to act not in the way he desires but the way it is predestined and pre-ordained.” Shakespeare is quoted as saying “Coming events cast its shadow beforehand”.

“If you don’t deal with your enemies firmly, they will eliminate you” Fidel Castro was quoted to have warned Bangababdhu. Indria Gandhi, too, had warned Bangabandhu more than once that there was a deep-rooted conspiracy against him which had gone unheeded by Bangabndhu. One who is a believer in fate or destiny would agree that there is a higher law than that of the will that regulates events and it leads a man to act the way it is predestined heedless of the overt and covert danger and rumbling of a hidden thunder.

It is an irony, a man who was the unquestioned leader of the people, popularly  known as “Bangabandhu” and “father of the nation” and all through a champion of the people’s cause and surrounded by innumerable disciples and admirers did not find any solace, not to speak of protection, from any one who with the rest of the members of his family was brutally and barbarously assassinated a tragedy that has no parallel in the world, neither in the past nor, I believe, will there be any in the future.

The pages of history are like heaps of carcasses over which vultures were hovering pages besmeared with the blood of the martyrs of the Liberation War However, these appear both insignificant and immaterial compared to traumatic assassination of Bangabandhu.
It was a crude terror in the sense that poison too, can be pure and unalloyed. It seemed as if Carlyle’s Vast Empire of Pain” Nazrul Islam’s “Vast Ocean of Pain” and also Mir Mosharraf Hossain’s “Bisad Sindhu” on Karbala Massacre ¬all mean very much the same melancholy had, nevertheless, mingled together to overwhelm us like one of the cataclysmic floods which overtakes these Parts from time to time, only in this instance with far more cruelty.

To-day, the rumbling of a hidden thunder is felt very acutely, the sky looks vicious and the weather more hostile. Truly, trial is a duty the nation owes to humanity.

To me, it appears, from that dark night onwards the morning has closed its eyes, heedless of insistent call of loud east wind and a thick veil of darkness has been drawn over to very wakeful sky. Let me not forget for a moment; let me carry this pang of sorrow in my dreams and in my wakeful hours. The day is gone, birds will sing no more and the wind has fizzled out.

My heart bleeds for Bangabandhu and his family. Whoever will read this tragic story, will feel sorry like me.

Bangabandhu was forewarned

One of the most barbarous acts in the history of modern times was perpetrated in Bangladesh in Mid-August of 1975. The Father of the nation Bangabandhu Sheikh Mujibur Rahman was brutally killed on that dark night with all the members of his family (save two daughters who were abroad at that time), in a lightning coup attack-by a small clique of delinquent army officers who had the blessings and well planned backing of many powerful pro-imperialist and anti-national forces both at home and abroad. Life has no speed. It just rolls on. The time to stumble is around, melancholy engulfs the whole gamut and perhaps it plays the central theme of human life. Again there is a stage where the melancholy of life peeps in. The mid-sky sun tilts towards the horizon. And, a metamorphosis takes place around. The inner-self cries out in vain, I do not want to part with this beautiful World gwiZ Pvwnbv Avwg my`i fyeb| ................... Then again, one mutters the truth itself still one has to die and that is the order of the creator .......... the nature and Allahs different creatures with their metaphysical and sub-conscious vision perceive and foresee events in the offing much in advance. Like all great people in the World, Bangabandhu was tired of the mundane existence and as usual he used to be impressed and enchanted by the quiet and peace of nature. A close relation of Bangabandhu, narrated to me an incident, which, to my mind, appeared to be a rude truth. He said, A few days before the ghastly incident, Bangabandhu, an ardent lover of nature, who was, of late, found gradually inclined to lead a life of self-denial, purity and renunciation greatly believing in the metaphysical aspect of human existence got an ominous indication of the terrible fatality awaiting him which, however, was not perceived in the correct perspective. One afternoon, Bangabandhu, as characteristic of him, was seen fondly feeding swarms of fish at the Dhanmondhi Lake adjacent to his road No. 32 residence, along with the members of his family. Suddenly, the swarms of fish, on being frightened, instantly disappeared. Being bewildered and puzzled, Bangabandhu looked back and saw Mushtaque standing behind with distinctive cap on. The incident, to say the least, was not taken much seriously. However, Bangabandhu wittingly remarked (meaning Mushtaque) Even the mute creatures of nature instinctively did not fail to discern the innate crookedness and foul play being often indulged in by you and so insidiously camouflaged by your symbolic cap. `L, cKwZi wbixn RxejvI Zvi gZ Lj I lohKvix jvKi fq AvZswKZ| A little thing but quite revealing. The strange demeanor as exhibited by the swarms of fish, no doubt, had given warning of the strange fatality awaiting Bangabandhu being masterminded and spearheaded by no less a person than Mushtaque himself. It further revealed that the inevitability was round the corner. It is an irony; this revelation of Nature was not taken into cognizance. A well wisher forewarned Bangabandhu about Taheruddin Thakur. To whom he is then loyal? Bangabandhu enquired To Mushtaque the friend answered But Mushtaque is loyal to me, Bangabandhu said with confidence which later on proved fatal. From the dawn of civilization, people in the East greatly believe in the will of God and predestination and mans utter helplessness before the mighty invisible power. And there is an element of chance of Fate in keeping with the oriental nature of the theme. Shakespeare says, We are such stuff As dreams are made of, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. In each nations history there are chapters so dark, so full of shame and disgrace that no subsequent triumph can erase it altogether. The sad episode and the ghastly massacre on the night, no doubt, is the historys biggest tragedy depicting a tale replete with relentless tears. Indian Mythology is replete with numerous instances, when the best of men, with best of preparations, have been forced to yield, under the worst of circumstances, to the natural and super-natural forces only because destiny has willed it. Even in Greek Mythology, hundred of examples are there when the human actors have been drawn inexorably, inch by inch, to the roles destined for them in the greater drama of life. The Indian Mythology says, No matter what a man desires and wishes, some unforeseen destiny and absolute power overrules it and compels him to act not in the way he desires but the way it is predestined and pre-ordained. Shakespeare is quoted as saying Coming events cast its shadow beforehand. If you dont deal with your enemies firmly, they will eliminate you Fidel Castro was quoted to have warned Bangababdhu. Indria Gandhi, too, had warned Bangabandhu more than once that there was a deep-rooted conspiracy against him which had gone unheeded by Bangabndhu. One who is a believer in fate or destiny would agree that there is a higher law than that of the will that regulates events and it leads a man to act the way it is predestined heedless of the overt and covert danger and rumbling of a hidden thunder. It is an irony, a man who was the unquestioned leader of the people, popularly known as Bangabandhu and father of the nation and all through a champion of the peoples cause and surrounded by innumerable disciples and admirers did not find any solace, not to speak of protection, from any one who with the rest of the members of his family was brutally and barbarously assassinated a tragedy that has no parallel in the world, neither in the past nor, I believe, will there be any in the future. The pages of history are like heaps of carcasses over which vultures were hovering pages besmeared with the blood of the martyrs of the Liberation War However, these appear both insignificant and immaterial compared to traumatic assassination of Bangabandhu. It was a crude terror in the sense that poison too, can be pure and unalloyed. It seemed as if Carlyles Vast Empire of Pain Nazrul Islams Vast Ocean of Pain and also Mir Mosharraf Hossains Bisad Sindhu on Karbala Massacre all mean very much the same melancholy had, nevertheless, mingled together to overwhelm us like one of the cataclysmic floods which overtakes these Parts from time to time, only in this instance with far more cruelty. To-day, the rumbling of a hidden thunder is felt very acutely, the sky looks vicious and the weather more hostile. Truly, trial is a duty the nation owes to humanity. To me, it appears, from that dark night onwards the morning has closed its eyes, heedless of insistent call of loud east wind and a thick veil of darkness has been drawn over to very wakeful sky. Let me not forget for a moment; let me carry this pang of sorrow in my dreams and in my wakeful hours. The day is gone, birds will sing no more and the wind has fizzled out. My heart bleeds for Bangabandhu and his family. Whoever will read this tragic story, will feel sorry like me.