Hello! I am the environment of Dhaka city. You littering people are so cruel and have no love for life. On daily basis, you are burning the fuel of existence, breath and life of mine. You are polluting my body, skin, eyes, heart and finally, my brain. Hey, people, you are throwing garbage on my body.
For lack of proper drainage system, the garbage begins to rot on my body. My skin becomes muddy and gives you noxious smell. You won’t get this smell by spending your whole bank balance, ha, ha! I am suffering from a sick body and skin diseases. Sometimes, you crookedly look at me and say it is tough to live in a dirty environment. You think demons are responsible for this. No, my disloyal friends, look at your daily activities, then you will repent.
By using outdated transportation, you people are spreading venomous smoke in my eyes. When you suffer from eye problems, you become restless to see a doctor. I am giving you a comfortable life by seeing your sorrow, but you don’t take any initiative to save my eyes. Honestly speaking, due to your heedless activities, I am suffering from eye defects and I cannot see far. As you don’t take care of my eyes, how can I help you, as I am on the edge of blindness? If you suffer for my action, remember I am not responsible because you people have made a master plan to make me blind.
As my body loses nutrition, it becomes unable to supply fuel to my brain. Without fuel, the brain doesn’t work, and as a result, I am becoming mentally deranged. As you have destroyed all functions of my body, now my heart, my service centre, has become a debacle day by day. You people have broken all promises. I am here for supporting you, give you a good life. But you don’t respect and nurture me. You people have become anarchic in your own kingdom and disappoint me. You play with me very badly, like a heartless doll. Don’t you know what is valuable for life or not? You have learned to play with everything like a doll, and you can do whatever you can with a doll. You people have crossed all limits. For this, you will be rewarded because crossing is not easy.
Now, my entire service centre has begun to work against you. My heart is determined to hit back at you cruel people. Raining cats and dogs, intolerable heat in your city is a punishment of your misdeeds. When you cannot go to your workplace for waterlogging due to my action, then I feel like laughing at you, but at the same time, I feel pity for you. It is the best opportunity for the city’s people who cannot swim, it is high time to learn swimming, and this package is totally free. But will you learn swimming here? After swimming in this garbage, you will be hospitalised. How funny! Poor people, I am here for your betterment, but it is a matter of sorrow that you force me to work against you.
Finally, you can take it as my warning or request, whatever you want, but to lead a healthy life, save me. I cannot tolerate it any more.
The writer is a student of Department of Public Administration, University of Dhaka.
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Editor : M. Shamsur Rahman
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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.