TEEN REVOLT 2018 , Bangladesh
- A pain in the ass we are blessedly enjoying
" One day I lashed out on a bus conductor for misbehaving
with the passengers, for his unruly behavior and unjust fair collection. NO
ONE, simply NO ONE said a single word , let alone shout along. My wife was with
me and to this day, she repeatedly sites that incident to shush me in cases of
my revolt against any general injustice in day to day life, claiming I am a
fool for wasting my breath on a society that only knows how to hide their head
in the sand to avoid conflict and maintain their complacence in silence, until
the shit hits the fan over their own head.
Well then, I hope the kids are starting to change all that !
I don't blame her for doing that at all, as I know she is only
looking out for me, just like my Mom, my dad, my brother, my little Daughter
who doesn't even let me shout at an insect, my beloved friends, especially that
over pragmatic best friend of mine, and every other well wisher, BUT I ask you
this, if we do not act on changing our own surroundings, if we do not try, at
least try to Unite against Tyranny and Torment brought upon us by our Own
people in this day and age, Who Will ?
Today we are watching the Teen Revolt of 2018 sitting at the
edge of our cozy chairs, with lit up eyes and gnashing teeth, hitting the like
or haha or angry emoji buttons, sharing the very next tantalizing video that pops
up on our feed but tomorrow, when all this is over, are we gonna remember the
sensation these little kids of Bangladesh, little tiger cubs have given us?
Can we trust a system that is as impotent as it can be against a
group of illiterate hooligans running free on the streets of our beloved city,
charging illogical fair, treating tax paying citizens like used up cans of
cheap drinks?
Can you put your hand on your heart and promise to show even a
fraction of courage and gumption against injustice wherever you see in this god
forsaken country, following the footprints these Kids are laying out today?
These words are not mine, these thoughts are not mine alone,
these are vowels and sentences creeping up on your mind for as long as you can
remember living in this city of Dhaka, in this country, in this world, watching
innocent lives being squashed on the streets everyday, a bus full of kids lost
on the highway, your little sister Felani hanging by the barbwire on your own
border, raped and violated by shameless, skinless neighbors, your wife, your
daughter, your mother being verbally, mentally molested by the pests of the
society day in and day out, in front of your own eyes.
And Yet, here you are, still glaring in silence.
For what?
Saving the life that's practically at the mercy of people who is
not even worth the dirt on your feet?
NO.
That's not it.
You are silent because you are a part of it too. You have an in
on it. You remain knowingly silent because you know it deep down in your heart,
that you are gonna make the streets dirty yourself, you are gonna cut corners
the very first chance you get to be somewhere you need to be, without a single
slap on your conscience because that is our way of living in this city, in this
country and in this world as we know it today.
This is probably, the most unique and to my knowledge only
movement in the world in recorded history to be initiated, organized, executed
and maintained by boys and girls of ages less than or around 13/14/15 against a
massively powerful government, and yet no international media has covered it
well.
This is not just a regular movement, riot, revolt for demanding
Justice against the accidents and murders by the dark forces in our transport
industry and their backers, this is in its truest form a National Reform
Movement brought about by the teenagers of Dhaka and other cities of Bangladesh
to point out the age old nasty practices and rotten mentalities of our ruling
party, authorities, so called political elites, think tanks, and so deeply
devastated to say, even general public of all classes, in our daily lives, that
we can simply get away with anything as long as we have a louder voice than the
next guy on the street.
What this movement has basically shown in the form of bringing
the ever complex and uncontrollable traffic jams by the kids of Dhaka city
under stern discipline and vivid control within hours, that it is only the will
power and genuine good intention that's standing between hopeless us and happy
them. What our traffic police, urban planners, relief eating so called
bureaucrats could not have done in over half a century, these kids have done it
within less than quarter of a day.
Shame ! Shame ! Shame !
And yet, this is not getting as much support as it should. They
are not getting the proper international coverage for the whole world to see
what this new brand ambassadors of Bangladesh are doing on the streets to rid
their country of its decades old cancers inflicted by its own people, not some
unwanted alien force.
May be they would not get their 9 point demands met, may be
their voices would be hushed by the very force they are fighting against, may
be their movement would be polluted by the people in power in order to restore
the earlier sustained peace (of shit??), may be some of them would become Neo
Khudiram and die a sacrificial lamb of a lost cause, may be more mothers and
sisters and fathers and brothers would lose their blood bonds in vain, may be
nothing would change, may be it potentially gets worse, at least we got to see
the power that lives within our next generation, at least we could see Swines
in Blue and Green left speechless by mere kids, at least we got to see
Ministers, Judges, Politicians with Mammoth might, disgraced in public and left
with a desire to bore a hole on the ground and escape through it.
What more proof and probe do you need to stand tall, shout
louder and pick up the courage to hit back at the ones that have been booting
your head every chance they get?
Ask yourself, should you let this, much needed, long awaited,
well presented opportunity to take your stance and bring the changes that your
own city, country needs? Or should u just let it get back to business as usual?
We all have been letting ourselves down since the day we were on
our own with the thought at the back of our head, that it's not me, it's not my
job to do it, but how long?
I know, just like you, It pains my soul, it boils my blood, but
we are burdened with the thought of losing more than we could give, and just
pause and think for a single minute, if they felt the same way as we do today,
we would not even be able to speak Bengali, let alone walking free.
My condolences for us all, and a HUGE clap, salute, and HUG to
the little brothers and sisters who are swiping the slugs off the streets of my
lovely city.
P.E.A.C.E
- Md Islam "
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