Air India Pilots Pollutes India's Air

In an attempt to meet their selfish ends, Air India pilots puts 10,000 valued customers to extreme trouble and pushes 10,00,000 more customers to uncertainty for the next few days. This is not the first time that the pilots are on strike in India, but immediately this circus of any kind of strikes needs to ban in India. A handful of people, who do not even form 5% of the population, put the rest 90% common people in trouble to influence other 5% policy makers in this country.

It is this 10,000 troubled people who have contributed to the salaries of the pilots, administration of Air India, running of the Airport Authority of India and taxes for development of this country. These are the people who have to be given priority as they contribute to the country’s National Strength and image. All problems between the pilots and policy makers could have been sorted out without holding these 10,000 valued customers at ransom. There was enough opportunity to announce their strike earlier as this is not an abrupt problem, but the pilots decided to do it at the cost of the people who solely contribute to their bread and butter.

Mahatma Gandhi had started the non-cooperation movement against the British, who were outside people ruling India. Now it is our own people who are responsible for making this country and taking it forward. Imagine the day our agriculturists will go on a strike and will only produce for themselves and not for non-agriculturists. What has happened to this country, where strike/bandh seems to be the only solution. A small travel association, EHTTOA in the northeast corner of India has started the movement ‘Say no to Bandhs’. With the travel fraternity of the North of West Bengal and Sikkim, they have been able to form a forum named FACE. They are going door to door to the politicians to convince them not to take to Bandhs in this tourism priority area, which effects hundreds and thousands of livelihoods in the region.

If anyone who wants to see India prosper has to come forward and ‘SAY NO TO BANDHS’.  

Bangladesh Independence

The people of Bangladesh have a more aggressive emotion in whatever they do, be it literature, fashion, agriculture, banking, romance etc, and I feel it is mainly because of their two independence wars, one the freedom movement against the British rule and the other to be the People’s Republic of Bangladesh.

The first one we all are quite aware of, as this was a freedom movement for the whole of the Indian subcontinent and we know how the barefoot freedom leaders from the different areas of present Bangladesh fought against the well armed British establishment. When we visit the Andaman Islands, our memories get refreshed with a visit to the Cellular Jail.

The second war of Independence for Bangladesh is still fresh in the minds of people and you can meet many of the freedom fighters, still fighting strongly through their own medium. One such person you can meet now in Kolkata. Sahabuddin, renowned painter, often referred to as one of the 50 contemporary artists of the world, now settled in Paris and now in Kolkata, India to do an exhibition ‘Liberation’.  He is now engrossed in his own world of painting, who is a very simple man, most happy if you gift him a ‘gamcha’ (a typical hand woven cotton towel used all over the villages of Bangladesh, Assam, Manipur, West Bengal and Orissa after bath to wipe the body), who was one of the biggest student leaders of the Bangladesh War and has wonderful stories.

I had several opportunities of meeting him and one such occasion was at his house in Dhaka, Bangladesh. Azad, his childhood friend, partner during the freedom movement and a great singer in Bangladesh was suddenly there with one of the old photographs of the freedom movement time and both of them became busy identifying the others in the photo, the wall in the background and the stories of the time.

Then the next three hours was a complete ‘lost in the past’ time for us. Azad started on how he did the first bomb blast in the bank area and escaped in the car of a then Pakistani officer as an innocent student. I had just interrupted inbetween asking Sahabuddin and Azad, that was the freedom movement all about violence or was there any love then. It was now stories which will probably never be heard again.

Both Sahabuddin and Azad looked and each other and agreed that like any other youth, they also had their dream girls, both of them their neighbours and they had all the romantic relations which was then prevalent within the society. Brave freedom fighters, creative intellectual youths and romantic relations were all that they lived on in those days. The Pakistani army started following and visiting their houses which made them flee to India. First to Agartala, where Anjan Chowdhury took good care of them and then four days through Assam, New Jalpaiguri Railway Station and then to Sealdah finally. In Kolkata, the then intellectual community (Buddhijibi Samaj) with the active participation of Nripen Banerjee took care of the run aways from Bangladesh. As one was a painter and the other a singer, they were put up at a decent place at Azad Hind Bagh Kolkata Hostel which was looked after by an elderly lady. They were given Rs.7 then in 1971 as pocket money. After some days, they then went to the Camp near the border and saw the regular training, but they wanted to return to their houses as they had not informed their girl friends and was dying to meet them. The border here was not easy to cross.

They came to Halisahar Rail Station, while passing through the standing railway rack, Sahabuddin managed to reach his train, but the standing rack moved on and Azad reached Kanchrapara. After asking some people he managed to return to Halisahar, but his friend was not there. He came back to Kolkata, only to find his friend Sahabuddin sleeping comfortably. Both of them made the long return journey the same way to Agartala. They returned to Dhaka with lot of trouble only to find that Sahabuddin’s girl friend’s house under lock and key.

Azad had a more tragic end to his romance. The girl’s father who was an influential officer in the Pakistani Government had sent her daughter somewhere to get her married. Many years after, once a cultural delegation from Bangladesh visited the US, here Azad met his once girl friend. She was then married with children, she apologized to Azad for not being able to wait for him, as they all thought that Sahabuddin and Azad would never be able to return home. They did as great freedom fighters, but shattered lovers. 

Every house in Bangladesh has such stories, starting for the Freedom movement against the British in the 1940s and the Bangladesh war of the 1970s. We salute the people of this country on this International Mother Language Day.