Book Report On

SCHOOL BOYS TO GUERILLAS

Basic English- MBA 098

Section - 01

Submitted to:

Khozaima Fatehali Ziauddin

University Of Liberal Arts Bangladesh

Submitted By:

Anish Ahmmed

ID: 183051037
 SCHOOL BOYS TO GUERILLAS

On 1970.A School boy was a student of class ten. He is preparing for the secondary school
certificate exam to be near in early months of 1991. At this time he was 15 years old, and they
were very excited to join college passing school. They thought they would be free from the
rigorous rules of the school as well as home.

Finally they get some get some respect as adults and they do whatever they please. They do not
coming to study table as soon as Magrib Azan ended. The student composition was 30% non
Bangalis and 30% girl all of them are Bangalis. There was never tension between these
ethnically divided students as they had grow up together. And they were all enjoy there student
life. And also happy for progressing there school to collage

He has study in Shaheen School. It was a cadet college and English public school it was an
English medium school and college. So on the school compound there was lot of rules and
discipline. Discipline was enforced thoroughly and any breach of discipline led to inevitable
caning, something that has gone out of fashion these day. The school rules was PT one day and
the next day was a march in front of all the teacher. The school rules is when all the students
wear white sneakers for PT and black shoes for the March past and god help anyone who had
mixed up the days. And all the student are sang the National song (amar sonar bangla ami tomay
valo bashi) and then they all prior to the march past.

The school boy don’t not know that one day he will be became a freedom fighter. But that day
will came that boy comes out school boy into guerillas. That boy fight for his country. And now
he still alive. Most probably he is now 70 years old. And this famous freedom fighter name is
SALIM AKBER.

The Long March

This is the interesting chapter that I ever seen on this book. I was like most this chapter. The
story of this chapter is very interesting. The story about a school boy to guerillas. All of their
program is ready they had some money with there. He had not spent all the money that he had
asked for him time to time, so by the time day arrived he had that amount which he knew would
come in handy.

The night they could not sleep well. In the morning around 4:00 he responded to the call of
nature. Exactly 5:30 he heard the front door open he knew that his father has gone for his
morning walk. The coast was clear and he was ready to move. He had slept Panjabi and pajama,
so he was no need to get dressed. He written a letter that he was join in (Mukti bahini) and had
hid it in one of my books in the study table before he went to home.

It was June 14, 1971.on the main road he was get rickshaw on time. Then they went towards
paltan, he could not help but smile at myself. In 1969 he had run away in search of adventure,
while in 1971, adventure was rushing towards me. At paltan, in front of siesta, he found that
towfic was already there. Nehal got out his family car to drop us at the bus station. But there was
no sign of nazmul, who live nearby. Time was moving on and we could wait for nazmul as we
miss our bus. There was no sign of him. Suddenly we found one of nazmul’s factory workers
running towards us and him give towfic a latter and go back as soon as he came. Nazmul say that
sorry guys that he don’t come with us. But he will come with alam.

They are all upset that don’t come with them.by the way the first stop of the bus was at Derma.
And all of them were crossed the siyalakha river. Finally, the bus reached norshindi without
stoppage. They got down and went to gat to cross the river megna. The boatman asking for
RS.10 and kamal was bargaining with him. The boatman and his son can’t hear us. And he said
that all of you are join Mukti Bahini. Finally we looked at him carefully and towfic said yes. And
he said that don’t worry I am form EPR’. We looked at him again. He join EPR on 1967 and had
been posted in different BOPs.in January of 1970 he got married with a girl near in this village.
And finally they come nobi nagar. Then they take some rest and Towfic asked if he could take
them to C&B road, failing that at least provide them with a guide to take them there. His answer
to both our queries was in the negative. He could not leave this post, for reason best known to
him, and his guide gone to another village and has expected back after tow days. They had no
intention of staying for days at salim master’s place. All he could do was to point out the road
that would take them C&B road.

Then they were meet a lady was covered in borkah that the Moulavi sahib was bringing back
from the army camp. And the Moulavi sahib was around 15 years old. Then the lady removed
her veli that had cover her face. She said in a clear voice in the local dialect He is my husband.
He is the Imam of the mosque in our village. After saying this few words this lady dropped her
veil covering her face once again.

Kamal said the razakar I will kill you. He pushed the fellow to the ground. He then took out a
pen knife, about an inches long and was about to stab that guy on the ground, then Towfic
grabbed him by his arms and pulled him away from the razakar. Towfic shouted at him Are you
mad Kamal? You can’t kill him with that pen knife of yours. We don’t need any trobul here.
Slowly the madness went out of the eyes of kamal.

Kamal turned to the moulavi sahib and asked Hujur what do they do now? He said follow me.
Towfic pointed at the still lying figure of the razakar at said what about him? Don’t worry. We
know that how to take care of these types of people.
And then it was the time we climbed on the C&B road. It was an easy climb and they finaly
reached the top. It was very disappointed by the road. It was a pucca road alright about 100 ft
wide,which meant that two vehicles could cross each other without any difficulty on the road.
The way it was described to us it seemed like a major highway with Pakistani army vechicles
moving regularly. All of they saw was a small stretch of road, totally devoid of traffic. They
heard footsteps approaching and could see someone carrying a lantern.it threw a small pool of
light. Soon it was 6 am and the refugees woke up and came to the tube well for wash. A long
queue formed near it. They thanked there lucky star that they the foresight to wash there self
before the rush had started. The bazaar slowly began to wake up. Then, Towfic and he saw
something that made our heart glad. There was a lad from there school. His name was Haider,
nick name is pony. He was from the same locality, Becharam Dewry in the old town, where one
of their good friend Saiful Azam reside. He was wearing a shirt and a lungi and sandel. He did
return our greeting with the same warmth. They asked him about the bus routes, timings and the
way to Malaghar. He did not replay to their queries, but said that he was on a mission and went
over the border rather hurriedly. We were surprised as we not expect such kind of behavior from
an old school mate, and a senior one too. Towfic added in his defense May be he is a hurry.
Anyway that was the first and last time they saw pony.

Then soon the buses began to come from Agartala, which were quickly filled up. By the refugees
and left. A shopkeeper assured there that there was nothing to worry about as buses plied on that
road regularly as the refugees kept pouring in, day and night .that explained the newly
constructed shops in the bazaar. Business was sure booming with so many refugees pouring in on
a daily basis. Most of the shop were eating joints. He also said them, that it was a two hours ride
to Agratala.

They turned around and saw that it was that guy they had met at manik Bhai’s place in Dhaka,
the guy who had kept quiet all through the interview with manik Bhai. He had big smile on his
face and said so you all made it, Good then they introduced Kamal and Bilal to him. He called
them to the beach in the shade, where an elderly lady in a white saree was sitting. He ordered tea
for all of them a tea stall nearby. Curiosity got the better of them and he asked who she was. He
replied, while sipping tea that she was the mother of kamal lohani and he was escorting her to
Agratala. So that was the important mission that Manik Bhai was engaged in at Dhaka.

In this lesson I learned that all the moulavi sahib are not razakar and not all clean shaved young
men are freedom fighter. But this lesson was a very important one in the coming future life.

The action from 25th onwards had brought out their true colors. There was no way that they can
be a single nation after March 25th.that night had put an end to the farce that was Pakistan.

I think that it was Lord Mountbatten, the last viceroy of India who had said the artificial state of
Pakistan would not last 25 years. How true his prophecy ha become.it was only 23 years, two
years ahead of schedule when the war between the two wings of Pakistan, separated by 1000
miles of India broke out.it would be a bitter and hard fight, with no quarter given and none asked
for.

While he was day dreaming and deep in thought, the bus had moved on.in about an hour’s time,
the country side disappeared, replaced by what were suburbs. Soon they entered the city and the
bus came to a halt at the bus stop.

They got down from the bus and the guy from Dhaka asked us to follow him. The lady was with
them. After walking for about 2 miles they came in front of a building.it was non-descript two
storied building, and the only thing remarkable was the writing on the building. It said in bold
red letters CPI.it was the head office of the communist party of India Marxist Leninist in Tripura.

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