FREINDSHIP .......AN ETERNALL PLEASURE TO HAVE THEM
Sunday morning I was sleeping like a log after a very busy night. I think by the time I went to bed was around 04: 00 hours in smalll hours and my new iphone4 started to ring with a strange ring tone at aound 07:24 hours....I was looking for the source of the noise..could not find it at all around the bed. What an unpleasnt disurbance that was at that sort of time in the morning; when I was in most deep part of my sleep. The call made me wake up and started to look for the phone; and found some one from Bangladesh called with a new number and it is not one of the numbers which are saved in my phone. naturally, I was a little worried as there could be something very important or some bad news or some kind good news and someone is trying to convey me something. Subconsciously, my hand reached for the land phone set and looked at the IPHONE incoming miss call number and dialled with my left eye shut without the glasses( life has changed now a days I am blind as a bat without my glasses. hate wearing/using reading glass and take it off and put it on when needed to read something.; It reminds me of JACKEL PUNDIT(শিয়াল পন্ডিত) not my style) and dialled twice to a wrong number( one went to chagolnaiya bazar; asking me 'IBA KHON'') and then reached for the pair of glasses and rang the number. The recipient of my ring knew who I was and said to me the most sweetest thing ever.. said'' you are the 1st one who I called after my peeping ceremony of putting ON THE rank of the coveted BRIGADIER GENERAL....... a Brigadier ( we used to call in our time during my childhood) wow.. and that Brigadier is one of my best friends of my life. We are friends for the last 30- 35 years and to see him smile loudly after a prolong drought of laughter for the last 4 years was a joyous thing for me. He deserved every bit of the acceleration; he is by far one of the nicest gentleman you can come across. Who has been relentlessly persevered to excel in his military career from a humble start. which just gives me the impression that, ''who dares win''. I was delighted to congratulate him from the bottom of my heart and was engulfed with joy to see him smiling once again. I am very happy and ran out of words ; can you imagine??! ( a chapabaz like IC who runs out of word..no way.. indeed i did run out) reminded me of our days in the army together when we are in our early twenties and spent nights after nights laughing for nothing and reciting bengali poetry. Due to the misdemeanor and error of judgement people from the other side of the moral spectrum started to have some kind doubt about my friends ability/friends tried to write him off and raise E40 but which I never did. I spoke to all, about him and pledged them to help him to make him smile again. I could not see him sombre like a zombie. He became an unknown person to me. the man I knew since late seventies was not him. He was I guess depressed and the untoward suppression made him feel too small to himself.
We started the train journey together once upon a time a life time ago ; seems like an era before the birth of the Christ and I have had to get off the train too early and since then the green hills of chittagong's tertiary range of mountains have been swept by snow melting waters of the himalayas and unlaoded the loads to the bay of bengal, the political landscape of the country has changed from a military dictatorship to democracy(which i hated as my family fought with the pakistani military junta and to see the same here in our own shore ; was proposterous), the country is covered by mobile phone masts- hence my call for BILAT ends up in chagolnaiya and asks me ''IBA KHON'' and the university education has become dal vhat but the friendship has changed very little. We are still the same as we were all those years ago. The perspective of life and the goal posts of acheivement has changed and shifted but the feelings of each others friendship is not diminished at all.
At some point I did feel a little remorse about my predicaements and my fall into the decending slope due to some gross miscalculation and lack of focus which ultimately cut short my career of my childhood dream. It is not that, I am not happy in what I am doing now.'' MAN MAKETH THE WORLD FOR HIS LIVING'' . It is more than that, the career progression which I envisaged that, during the passing out PARADE of 65 to 70th bma long course I would love to see myself or one of us as the commandant of the mighty bangladesh military academy( which I shared with my friend nafiz; in 1985-86 , may god bestow peace unto this great soul) and that shattering celluloid of my dream was cut short and now still hoping that ONE OF FRIEND OR my this friend will fulfil my aspiration. will make my dream come true.
I salute my friend and your sagacity and your sense of rememberance of me from 5000 miles away was a pleasure of all mine and I shall cherish this small action of yours as a giant alter of friendship and camaraderie for the rest of my life.
Imran Chowdhury / ইমরান চৌধুরী
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