When you are an innocent ???? [ The suffering }
Why will Innocent have to suffer??
Before some days I have enjoyed a drama named "jorda Jamal",maximum of my bengali friends will have seen. 'Jorda' is a kind of tobacco eaten with brittle leaf and 'Jamal' is a person who works in a private company. His job is neither too respectable nor too neglectable. He was born in village and for the job he is to live in city in a ordinary mess .How many brittle leaves are eaten in a day may be unknown to even himself. But he agrees that he is addicted to zorda and brittle leaf.
His colleague is a young woman who always quarrelles with jamal as he eats leaves in office . Sometimes it is seen that his whole table is dirty with lime and read spit. But He is always calm . One day he enters into office and meets his mate and she starts "didn't I say you to keep your mouth off to me while speaking I can't tolerate the odour of jorda.'' "well you say it is odour i think it's really better than other perfume'' says Mr. Jamal " besides you follow that there many bengali songs are sang with brittle leaf. Will you get any song about bubble gum , you can look for"
Jamal takes his brittle leaf from a shopkeeper named Salam. Every morn Salam makes ready leaves for Jamal. One day "jamal vai(bengali of brother),take this brittleleaf" says Salam."keep it on your hand and let me give the price." says Jamal. Salam exclaims "500 for a brittle leaf!!! I have no ability to keep 3 taka (currency of Bangladesh) from 500." "Well then. As you also eat brittle leaf, you eat this and I will buy from another shop." says Jamal. Salam says with a smile "what are you thinking , I will hold you for one? You can pay during evening." "mm if I die in the noon, what will I say when angel will ask about the price of your brittle leaf? one thing can be done, keep this 500 taka and everyday you will give me brittle leaves until the money having finished." says Jamal. Only then Salam took the note and Mr. Jamal went to office. One day when he went to buy brittle leaf , some of young local guys were also there to buy cigarettes. As they were belonged to politics and couldn’t know Jamal . One of them named Rahul asked ,
“ What’s your name ?”
“Jamal” -answered he.
“No, no, your name can not be Jamal.”
Mr. Jamal could not get anything , just looked. He was actually nervous at the same time. Jamal asked in a low voice ,
“Could you please say why my name should be change?”
Rahul came forward and said , “This name is our Vai’s ( vai is a Bengali word for brother but here means very powerful , specially illegal and belonged to the worst Politics) name .
Just then Salam handed over a brittle leaf and asked ,
“Jamal vai ,will I have to give you a little tobacco more?”
Jamal stirred positive and took with his two fingures.
Rubel ( one of the young men) said , no sooner had Jamal taken the tobacco ,
“ He can be named after Zorda.”
Rahul chose this and added , “ from today your name is zorda Jamal.”
Reader , I must inform you so that yo0u don’t get confused. In Bangladesh , the tobacco had with brittle leaf is sold in little round pot which looks like original bomb if it is wrapped with tape.
Anyway , So the people sterted to call him zorda Jamal. One day a force of police came and arrested Jamal from the shop where he was sitting and gossiping with Salam.Salam tried to make the head that he is not the Jamal they were looking for but his name is zorda Jamal which made the situation worst.
On the next morning , all the newspapers and TV channels made headlines-
At last Zorda Jamal Arrested.
The head of the Police was rewarded and called in news conference, He , The brave man!!!! , said , “Jamal creates bombs with the pot of tobacco . We guess he has a big hand , we will be able to to discover everything very soon as we have seized him.” He talked smartly and flashed his three toothe with satisfasction.
Jamal was penned in prison and a Police tortured him as much as he could and then guessed , perhaps he is not the Jamal they looked for. He shared this with the head . The head said ,
“ Whether he is or not , now that is not the factor , compel him to admit that he is Zorda Jamal.”
So the dimension of torture enhanced to the pick and defeated the word ‘inhumanity’. At last Jamal lost his patience and cried ,
“Please don’t kill me ,sir,sir,sir , I will say only what you want me to say , please sir , leave me live.”
Police : “Say , I am zorda Jamal and I creates bombs.”
So said Jamal and the two footed animal recorded this with his recorder.
Reader , My will is not merely to describe the play I watched. Though I said at the very beginning that I enjoyed . Actually that was a paradox. You must have seen many Jamal who were completely innocent but were hanged for murder or another case. How can we (common) believe in Policemen ??? Are they conscious about their holy dress they were wrapped or onlt they job to earn??
Once again I confess,
Dear honourable reader i didn't have any wish to share the drama I have seen. But i just wanted to say that TO HOW MANY JAMALS WILL BE SAID SORRY AFTER MAKING THEIR LIFE HELL OR AFTER HANGING. I think this mistake is not only done in Bangladesh but also all over the world. Will our investigators and police not be responsible for the tragic life of Jamal?
I know some of you will think this is nothing but a drama. Yes , this is a drama but will you be able to agree that this is not occurred , you will not.
Why will the innocent have to suffer??
If a single man becomes conscious the peace of heaven will shed in this world.
So why will you not be the one??
Written by Mohammad Belayet
BA hons (on) in English Department
At Dhaka University.
Acknowledgements to the first writer
Of the drama, Original in Bangla.
Contact: twitter.com/belayet0044
I am in Journal as wr84u
The
Before some days I have enjoyed a drama named "jorda Jamal",maximum of my bengali friends will have seen. 'Jorda' is a kind of tobacco eaten with brittle leaf and 'Jamal' is a person who works in a private company. His job is neither too respectable nor too neglectable. He was born in village and for the job he is to live in city in a ordinary mess .How many brittle leaves are eaten in a day may be unknown to even himself. But he agrees that he is addicted to zorda and brittle leaf.
His colleague is a young woman who always quarrelles with jamal as he eats leaves in office . Sometimes it is seen that his whole table is dirty with lime and read spit. But He is always calm . One day he enters into office and meets his mate and she starts "didn't I say you to keep your mouth off to me while speaking I can't tolerate the odour of jorda.'' "well you say it is odour i think it's really better than other perfume'' says Mr. Jamal " besides you follow that there many bengali songs are sang with brittle leaf. Will you get any song about bubble gum , you can look for"
Jamal takes his brittle leaf from a shopkeeper named Salam. Every morn Salam makes ready leaves for Jamal. One day "jamal vai(bengali of brother),take this brittleleaf" says Salam."keep it on your hand and let me give the price." says Jamal. Salam exclaims "500 for a brittle leaf!!! I have no ability to keep 3 taka (currency of Bangladesh) from 500." "Well then. As you also eat brittle leaf, you eat this and I will buy from another shop." says Jamal. Salam says with a smile "what are you thinking , I will hold you for one? You can pay during evening." "mm if I die in the noon, what will I say when angel will ask about the price of your brittle leaf? one thing can be done, keep this 500 taka and everyday you will give me brittle leaves until the money having finished." says Jamal. Only then Salam took the note and Mr. Jamal went to office. One day when he went to buy brittle leaf , some of young local guys were also there to buy cigarettes. As they were belonged to politics and couldn’t know Jamal . One of them named Rahul asked ,
“ What’s your name ?”
“Jamal” -answered he.
“No, no, your name can not be Jamal.”
Mr. Jamal could not get anything , just looked. He was actually nervous at the same time. Jamal asked in a low voice ,
“Could you please say why my name should be change?”
Rahul came forward and said , “This name is our Vai’s ( vai is a Bengali word for brother but here means very powerful , specially illegal and belonged to the worst Politics) name .
Just then Salam handed over a brittle leaf and asked ,
“Jamal vai ,will I have to give you a little tobacco more?”
Jamal stirred positive and took with his two fingures.
Rubel ( one of the young men) said , no sooner had Jamal taken the tobacco ,
“ He can be named after Zorda.”
Rahul chose this and added , “ from today your name is zorda Jamal.”
Reader , I must inform you so that yo0u don’t get confused. In Bangladesh , the tobacco had with brittle leaf is sold in little round pot which looks like original bomb if it is wrapped with tape.
Anyway , So the people sterted to call him zorda Jamal. One day a force of police came and arrested Jamal from the shop where he was sitting and gossiping with Salam.Salam tried to make the head that he is not the Jamal they were looking for but his name is zorda Jamal which made the situation worst.
On the next morning , all the newspapers and TV channels made headlines-
At last Zorda Jamal Arrested.
The head of the Police was rewarded and called in news conference, He , The brave man!!!! , said , “Jamal creates bombs with the pot of tobacco . We guess he has a big hand , we will be able to to discover everything very soon as we have seized him.” He talked smartly and flashed his three toothe with satisfasction.
Jamal was penned in prison and a Police tortured him as much as he could and then guessed , perhaps he is not the Jamal they looked for. He shared this with the head . The head said ,
“ Whether he is or not , now that is not the factor , compel him to admit that he is Zorda Jamal.”
So the dimension of torture enhanced to the pick and defeated the word ‘inhumanity’. At last Jamal lost his patience and cried ,
“Please don’t kill me ,sir,sir,sir , I will say only what you want me to say , please sir , leave me live.”
Police : “Say , I am zorda Jamal and I creates bombs.”
So said Jamal and the two footed animal recorded this with his recorder.
Reader , My will is not merely to describe the play I watched. Though I said at the very beginning that I enjoyed . Actually that was a paradox. You must have seen many Jamal who were completely innocent but were hanged for murder or another case. How can we (common) believe in Policemen ??? Are they conscious about their holy dress they were wrapped or onlt they job to earn??
Once again I confess,
Dear honourable reader i didn't have any wish to share the drama I have seen. But i just wanted to say that TO HOW MANY JAMALS WILL BE SAID SORRY AFTER MAKING THEIR LIFE HELL OR AFTER HANGING. I think this mistake is not only done in Bangladesh but also all over the world. Will our investigators and police not be responsible for the tragic life of Jamal?
I know some of you will think this is nothing but a drama. Yes , this is a drama but will you be able to agree that this is not occurred , you will not.
Why will the innocent have to suffer??
If a single man becomes conscious the peace of heaven will shed in this world.
So why will you not be the one??
Written by Mohammad Belayet
BA hons (on) in English Department
At Dhaka University.
Acknowledgements to the first writer
Of the drama, Original in Bangla.
Contact: twitter.com/belayet0044
I am in Journal as wr84u
The