“I will cut off your fingers if you write about me again!”I look at the man calmly; he has just been elected a minor political secretary of the ruling party of a city district. There is no doubt that this post has gone to his head. I had known that he would make such comments, and had come prepared to be calm and cool. I listen to his barrage again. I had thought that with such a provocative statement he would realize he was speaking to a journalist and calm down. But such is the bullying nature of our politicians and
their henchmen that till they get caught, they scream and yell and shout and I always believe they continue doing that in jail, not believing
their days are over.
I turn to the chairman of the meeting and ask him, how he can allow such threats in this office room, but the chairman looks helplessly as the bully looks menacingly at me and screams, “You heard me, I will cut of your fingers if you write about me again!”
Yes I’ve heard him, and I smile. I know they wonder why I smile as I take my phone from the table and switch off the recorder. Technology has won again, I have the evidence I need!
There are many who question technology, many who say the net and access to gadgets like spy cameras and sting operation instruments, hardware or software are corrupting the youth. I believe it is just taking us closer to the truth.
A few years ago, such a scene as I described above would have been refuted by the bully. “I never said that!” he would have said with finality, but today every word is recorded. Nobody can get away.
It is a known fact that Hitler’s major weapon was secrecy. Even the poor Jews never knew they were being taken to concentration camps to be gassed.
The world got to know after millions died!
Whereas today with technology truth not only travels, truth protects.
I look at my fingers, I know they are safe!
There is some uncertainty in the room I have been sitting in, as they realize they have been recorded. I pretend everything is bonhomie and slip the phone into my pocket, knowing they could make a grab at it. I laugh disarmingly and put out my hand, shake theirs and quickly move out into the open.
Later as I listen to his screaming voice I thank God for technology and the safety it provides.
Are those my fingers sighing with relief?
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Editor : M. Shamsur Rahman
Published by the Editor on behalf of Independent Publications Limited at Media Printers, 446/H, Tejgaon I/A, Dhaka-1215.
Editorial, News & Commercial Offices : Beximco Media Complex, 149-150 Tejgaon I/A, Dhaka-1208, Bangladesh. GPO Box No. 934, Dhaka-1000.