On this day a year ago, two of our dearest friends were killed in a road accident which also left three others badly injured. The grief that gripped us and the mourning that followed were sad descriptions of both our helplessness and agony.
This past Saturday (12th May) was a sad day, extremely sad day. I opened the newspaper to headlines of deaths in road accidents across the country. I opened the TV channels to numerous talk shows about what a sad state of affairs we live in.
Bangladesh public sphere is intellectually vibrant. Issues of public importance are reported, analysed and deliberated upon intensely in the countless print, web, and audio-visual media.
Let me start by saying bluntly that prime minister Sheikh Hasina should fire communications minister Syed Abul Hossain for his utterly poor performance. This would have happened in any rationally thinking countries.
I grew up in this country accepting road accidents to be a fact of life — something you read about, something you hear of, something that sometimes comes close to home but never quite hits it. You just learn to live with it and hope for the best.
My heart is rent as I write this piece. Two of our own, Tareque and Mishuk, are gone so cruelly. Both, along with three others, died in a road crash on their way to Dhaka from Manikganj. How does one console or comfort oneself when death comes this way?