Some memories of independence 32 Mine free village / Karamdi Mine abuse

Some memories of independence 32

 Mine free village / Karamdi

 Mine abuse

  

 Are we really mine free?  Many years later.  I was then a student of Meherpur College.  One holiday, I'm back home.  At that time Shamsul of Baliaghat was very violent. He had some trustworthy Sagared in Betbaria and nearby villages, but also in Baliaghat.  These are then owl birds.  They sleep during the day and their wings grow at night.  Suddenly one night appeared at our house.  They want to live in our house.  But we had no place to put anyone outside except our meeting room.  The living room was surrounded on three sides by bamboo mats, but the front was open, and everyone would recognize them in the morning.  Besides, my elder sister and elder brother also got married in Baliaghat.  Although my sister doesn't know them, I think she knows them well, because she spent her childhood in the same village.  I refused to keep them in our house.  They wanted something to eat.  At that time in the village house, rice was cooked at night and water was poured and left for breakfast.  There was no need to lock the kitchen then.  I secretly brought some rice, salt and some pepper.  After eating, I advised them to go elsewhere.  At least I got rid of the trouble that day.

  

 It takes a little introduction of Shamsul here.  He is a child of a middle class family in Baliaghat.  There was never any problem with money.  This family had money, not education.  So the parents want to educate Shamsul in higher education.  That is why he was admitted to Chuadanga College, and at the time of this incident he was studying at BA.  I heard it was pretty good as a student.  I will be 2 or 3 years older.  He was a believer in ultra-socialism, comparable to Cambodia's Pol Pot regime.  At that time, many young Naxals in India destroyed themselves and others on the way home.  To be rich in the eyes of Shamsul is like a great sin.  The rich have to be uprooted from the society, the workers have to be paid fair wages.  There was also disagreement over the meaning of the word fair.  Everyone owns, everyone works.  The owner will not have a worker relationship.  In order to pay this fair wage, Shamsul's party kidnapped the then chairman of the Bamandi Union, Abul Hossain, at night, took him away at night, beat him severely and cut off his land and distributed it among the poor.  He and his men were the terror of the area, the undeclared ruler.  Of course, his last day did not go well.  Probably, in Badiapara village, the police, on receiving a tip-off, surrounded him and shot him.  The body was tied to the back of a police van with a rope tied around his legs and taken to Bamandi Bazaar.  The purpose is to prevent people from doing this for the second time.  In other words, the brutality that Shamsul showed one day, the same brutality that the police force showed to the common people.  If a dog bites my leg, I will bite the dog's leg.  In retaliation, a few days later, members of his party murdered a member of the party in broad daylight in Bamandi Bazaar and imposed a curfew on him for spying.  No one is allowed to crowd near the corpse.  What is surprising is that a terrorist group shows the bravery of their power by challenging the government power.  However, a few hours later, police from Meherpur and Kushtia police lines came and lifted the curfew in Bamandi Bazar.  I heard that if the person who was shot had been taken to the hospital soon, he might have survived.  This incident shows the security system of post-independence Bangladesh.

 

 Some members of the Betbaria branch of Shamsul's party suddenly came to our house one night.  They have come to collect mines.  And no one knew the search for that mine except me.  But I did not know where they came from, who brought them, why they came.  Only where they are kept, except Setukun.  There was a hole on the right side before entering the house of Sahir Uddin Biswas, Sarkar Para of Karamadi village.  I don't know if it is there now.  There were some mines planted in that hole, who gave me that news long ago.  We went there with the news.  2/3 of Betbaria's team fell into that hole.  After a lot of searching, those mines were found.  I don't remember how many there were.  But not too much.  Filling the sacks, they carried the mines on their shoulders. Karamadi is a mine-free village.

   

 The question is what happened to the fate of these mines until the end?  Where did they sacrifice?  Just as we have seen mine powder to heal the itching of the human body, so we have seen those same pieces of mine being used to make weapons to kill people.  Small bombs can be made by extracting ammunition from mines.  Those bombs were used to kill people.  At that time people would be very scared in the evening.  The sound of bombs exploding all around.  The sound of empty rifles firing bombs or aimed at the sky creates panic first, then robbery, a very common image.  Many times women have also been insulted.  If a robbery started in someone's house, no one would leave the house for fear.  If the bomb is thrown at me or the bullet hits me.  In fact, such incidents have also happened.  A robbery took place at the house of Moslem Biswas in Baliaghat.  The robbers are residents of a nearby village, Chhatian.  The next morning, they were walking around Bamandi Bazaar with red eyes, but no one had anything to say.  On the day of the robbery in my house, my father somehow forbade the villagers to come near him, even though he had scratched at least a 10/12 inch long knife on his back.  At least survived.  Many times the people of the village would take turns guarding the village.  There was also fear.  If a fight breaks out between armed and unarmed individuals.  Surely the death of the unarmed is certain.

 

 The gold robber of Kazipur lost one of his hands while trying to make a bomb, this news is probably known to many.  Despite losing one arm, his habits did not change until his death.  Who knows if the raw material of his bomb, that is, gunpowder, is made from the mine we gave him.  We are also indirectly responsible for all these anti-social activities, isn't it?  In the darkness of the night, the body of the gold robber fell in Karamadi.  I was free of mines, but I could not be free of murder!

  

 Let's end here today