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Amra shobai Raja in this land of our King


Now this country is beset with problems (some created by man, read woman too, and some by divine spells) that no one will deny, not even when one is sitting outside the parliament.

There goes one Sidr and here comes another Aila. Some scribes have written that the latter has caused more havoc, but nonchalant as we have become, we are getting used to these alien-named storms.

When there was a quorum shortage, all parties elected were inside the House; and now that there is none whatsoever, we (Speaker shuddha) are all urging the opposition to please get in. But unless you give them one more seat, just one more (for whom we do not know at this time, perhaps for the person who has enjoyed mou and doodh since before 1971), how can they possibly? In cinema halls they put the extra chairs for VVIPs (brother-in-law of DC) in the aisle.

There was money allotted for quality food for patients at DMCH but for years they were provided sub-standard meals by powerful inhuman coteries, who have held hostage all administrations.

Our cricket captain (I pray he becomes ex before this reaches you) looks all around to absorb the field his Irish counterpart has set for him in a crucial T20 match, and then he gives the only one slip in place 'catch practice' by a shot which Oxford Dictionary is seriously contemplating to define as the Bangla khocha. But then Bangladesh was always the underdogs. Nyara has gone to under the wood-apple tree twice.

At Kuakata, an enemy of the government party in guise of its supporter (as reported in the media) uses the cheapest of sentiments possible and his cohorts to ransack a hotel belonging to someone else. No one in any government can support such deplorable behaviour, but some people have always used their government-link image to carry out their personal agenda.

Car/bus/truck drivers cause death to people (10-15 every day on an average, and many cases not reported, and one of the highest per capita casualties in the world) and although sometimes their vehicles are seized, they remain palatak. I cannot recall even one case when a killer driver has been jailed. This is the highest form of management in practice.

We know that phone companies, albeit with overseas connections, have been making good money from the very beginning because of their professionalism, expertise and fabulous marketing, and yet we find sacked (for whatever reason) employee's of one company giving it a bad name by going on “hunger strike” until death/fulfilment of their “legal” demands in front of their head office from 31 May 2009. The management may respond and may not, time will tell. I mention the overseas part to emphasise that back in their home country, they would have to respond, this way or that.

We have situations when every individual is asked to surrender their licensed personal arms (even pistols which may not fire because of age and fear) to the nearest thana, and yet we see that huge quantities of arms loaded on not one, not two, but ten trucks were being readied to be transported across the country or to unknown destinations within the country we do not know, and now it appears that the entire state mechanism was involved.

Such erratic behaviour over decades compelled some researchers to carry out extensive long-term social surveys to get to the bottom of the cause/s of such problematic matters. And boy! Have they come out with an astounding result? Yes! Just one result! According to these dedicated impartial souls, the reason for such 'regal' deeds is regrettably one single Bangla song, and it is a very popular song, and widely misunderstood too:
Amra shobai Raja aamader ayee Rajar rajotte
noiley moder Rajar shoney milbo kee shottey?
Amra ja khushi tai kori...

Unfortunately, not many people sing the whole song or want to, nor do they care for the lyrics of the entire composition. There lies part of the problem.
Translated, the song reads:
We are all Kings in this kingdom of our King
If not, how else can we meet with our King?
We do whatever we desire...

Such an inspiring song, that is. That is why we can actually do whatever we want to do. Not only are we independent, we are indeed the most independent people in the world.
Cheat someone, whether you are old, or jubok. You can manage the bungling.

Burn a factory or a building down. You can get away by stating on TV within the first half hour that it was the work of a short circuit. They say in hell all the short circuits will gather together and make good current.

Kill someone (allegorically speaking), and there are agencies which will come forward and show you the rose petal strewn path (pawth baatley debey) with the occasional kaata (more money to them) on how you can fatten their purse, and perchance you can get away with murder, literally.

The philosophy works like this: Since I am a king, and I am close to the King, why should I behave otherwise?
Since I am king, I can break anybody's neck, and I will make him say he broke it while drinking water.
Since I am king, I can say whatever I want to say, and I shall always have some lackeys to support my lies. Sadly, they are sadly known as party workers; in the least, they should have been bestowed with the title uzir.

Since I am king, and the King belongs to me, I can smear someone's freshly painted wall with captions venerating me.

Since I am king, I can build whatever I want, wherever I want, however I want. My adjacent king did the same thing. After all, he too is a king.

Amra shobai Raja!


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