I attended the first class of Bangla
literature. Young lady lecturer Lopa Banerjee took the class in her special way
of full enjoyment. No doubt all the students enjoyed a lot and of course I
too.
We had fifteen minutes in our hand for
next class.
I come out of the class room and walked
all around the campus in search of someone. In fact, I had been searching her
for last several days. Like other days I did not see her on that day.
Is she sick? Has she gone her home or...?
These were the questions started coming in my mind. Probably this was the
reason I felt apathy to attend the next classes. I decided to meet one of my
close friends skipping all classes for the day.
But at the same time I took one more
bold decision to write a letter with a number of words but focusing on a single
point that I love her and miss her.
I knew her name Dola, Dola Islam from
another friend Nurul Alom who also was studying in the same college. I met him
and told my feelings and intentions. Luckily he agreed to convey my letter to
her the next day.
Afterwards I started my journey for
Adamdighi. That was another place where my friend I wanted to meet stayed and
studied in a non-government college.
It was only one hour journey by train.
We spent whole of the day talking, eating and roaming about here and there.
It was 7:30 pm when I returned by
evening train.
I was cordially invited by Tutul Bhai
beforehand to have dinner with him and stay at his mess house for the night.
Without going anywhere I went to
his mess house, had dinner and wished to have a bed for sleep.
He took me to another room vacant in
absence of its occupant.
I was not tired but excited to
write letter to Dola.
I occupied a chair beside a table
under a 100 watt electric bulb that was to generate enough light. I could have
sat down and started writing at that very moment but had to move for my side
bag where I kept pen and pad.
However, I took pen, pad returned
to table and started writing:
Dear Dola,
I’m sure you’ll be surprised on
receiving this letter in your hand as I’m quite unknown to you. But I can
assure you that I’m a human being and a student of the same college you study.
I have been looking for you for
last few days you’re away. Your long absence from the college has prompted me
to write this letter and writing only to say …
Dark all around the room. Power
cut.
I assumed it was power cut and
waited for back. But Tutul Bhai came to me with a torch in hand and informed
that there were some problems in wares or switch board. So, power wouldn’t back
until problems were solved. I should go to bed and sleep.
I did so. Without going further
with the letter I went to bed and slept.
The next morning I woke up a bit
late and saw a few electricians trying to make corrections into the wrongs in
wares or switch board.
Finally I got to know that there
was a little problem in switch board.
From the happening I got one more
idea that a bulb itself is not light. It has a source of power. It burns to
give light when supplied with power from power house.
Even the light that makes day has
its source the sun. The sun cannot supply its light when detached from or
covered with clouds.
That’s all idea about light.
I’ve always ignored a notion that people
are also light.
I was not so clear in what sense
people are light though it was becoming clearer to me later. But examples of
people becoming true light is very rare.
Among these rare examples Sonya
Akter is one whom I saw the other day.
One of my journalist friends told
me over phone that a felicitation program was going to be held where Sonya
Akter would be honored. He also informed while I asked that she is an
enlightened woman. Without asking any question I agreed to attend the program
with him.
A local women welfare club organized
the program at a village nearly 15 kilometer away from Bogra, a district town
of Bangladesh
For the first time I went there
only to have a glimpse of an enlightened women Sonya Akter.
She is not different but like many
other fare looking, tall figured middle aged women.
Sometime later I came to know from
her own speech that through a lot of struggles she passed only Matriculation. After
passing Matriculation she started working with an NGO as its pretty worker. She
had a good passion of reading. She read the life sketches of some giant women
figures like Rokeya Begum, Mother Terisa, Taslima Nasrin etc., and inspired by
reading their writings. In fact, she still reads, she always reads writings on
literature, arts, science, chemistry, biology, religions or whatever it is. This
is the source of her wisdom and knowledge. At a certain point of time she felt
an urge to do something for impoverished destitute village girls.
She spent quite sometimes thinking
about it. Finally she decided to teach and spend lion share of her salary for
these girls to be educated.
Coming in touch of her the girls
were so inspired that they have struggled a lot but never given up their hope
and spirit to achieve the desirable goals.
Many of them are now professors,
teachers, bankers, magistrates and lawyers. Like the stars of the sky these
girls are now glittering in their own societies.
Having glimpse of them made me clear
in a particular point that an enlightened person burns with the light of
knowledge and wisdom and spreads the ray to make others enlightened.
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