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Imtiaz A. Hussain
It was a collision of the most brutal kind. President General Agha Muhammad Yahya
Khan’s “Operation Searchlight” clashing against Sheikh Mujibur Rahman’s “search for light”
after Pakistan’s historically most fairly contested election. The former’s tally: hundreds of
thousands killed, hundreds of thousands women raped, ten millions evicted as refugees, entry
into the genocide hall-of-shame list, and a country severed after only 23 years of a bloody birth.
The latter’s legacy: founding a brand new country from battlefield victory, then climbing many
global ranks faster than leftover Pakistan: closing the gender gap (Bangladesh as 47th in the 2017
Global Gender Gap Report against 143rd for Pakistan); pushing democracy (Bangladesh’s 41st
score on a 2018 Freedom in the World, out of 100, as opposed to Pakistan’s 39); or opening
productivity arteries, like economic growth-rates (in the IMF’s World Economic Outlook
Database for 2017, 7.3% for Bangladesh versus 5.3%, for Pakistan).
Much can be said 48 years down the road to portray Bangladeshi resilience and
economic. Though much has been said, and will continue to be said, social or cultural ties get
Many bonds cultivated between Bangalee and non-Bangalee residents/citizens were family-
based (of clan members opting to go in different directions without disrupting, at least not for
long, family relations because of 1971), from business transactions, or (mostly) accidental links
that refused to melt away, as between classmates or next-door neighbors, and so forth.
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Highlighting this last component, Dhaka Stadium’s abandoned cricket test match helps
expose how other curtains were drawn down. By March 7th, Bangalee sentiments were all
postponing the National Assembly on March 1 not only prevented the newly elected
parliamentarians from congregating, but also caused the cricket pitch to be invaded by a
rightfully agitated public, as the latest news rolled out of adjacent Hotel Purbani (where one
Cricket was then an elite game then, when football was far more popular on the streets.
We did not have any sustainable supply of cricketers, and frankly, not of the pedigree from West
Pakistan. Inclusions from East Pakistan were mostly West Pakistanis working here, such as test
player Nasim-ul-Ghani, Mahmudul Hasan, and Niaz Ahmed, who joined the Pakistan team to
visit England in 1967. The only Bangalee to make the team was Roquibul Hasan. He proudly
remembered how his test cap, as 12th man, was donned by the legendary Hanif Muhammad
against New Zealand in 1969. In February-March 1971, he joined the team in that fatal game
The witty Roquibul with pretty strokes might be seen as one of the founding fathers of
the game in the country: Tamim, Saquib, and Mahmudullah might be automatically associated
with the game’s popularity and accomplishments today, but watching Roquib enter the field with
a Pakistan cap was the first emotional high in the country’s cricket annals.
Trekking to Dhaka Stadium today, from anywhere in Dhaka, might also be an emotional
high for at least one wrong reason: traffic. Making it then from Dhanmandi was either
environmentally uplifting or physically congenial: the city’s air was so clean, we did not think
twice about it, meaning, any rickshaw-ride with an open hood when it was not raining, was quite
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a laughter-filled conversational joy; while crossing Hatirpool (or New Elephant Road), then
either Segun Bagicha (which really lived up to its name then: a garden with pools across the
city’s more imposing building, the Secretariat), or the High Court’s south side (across the even
more green Race Course, where horses still raced, across the city’s most magnificent building,
Curzon Hall), one would hardly count the steps taken. Stopping for chotpotti or puchka at Ramna
Park entryway delighted Dacca-ites since they were reputedly the best in town. Very few people
ever explain why the far slimmer Bangalee in those days, compared to now, was not just a
function of the income-food equation: food was more natural and of better quality, with far less
Walking down Topkhana one could not avoid the small town’s only jukebox, right inside
the Igloo parlor. Baby Ice Cream’s Gulistan parlour was also attractive and popular, but saving
coins for that juke-box (even skipping a rickshaw-ride for it) added a thrill. Not to diminish
Dhaka’s Carnaby corner: Gulistan had a select sumptuous Chu Chin Chow bite. A follow-up
Baby Ice Cream lick was so delicious that two-wheel ice-cream stalls had to ply the city’s streets
Though juke-box culture never returned, music did. One futile attempt to revive pop
music in 1972 was in, yes, the same Hotel Purbani: a fire-cracker burst (not, thank heavens, a
bomb), blew up on the amplifier of the Times Ago Motion band, a leftover of the halcyon 1960s.
Yet, popular music is having its renaissance. With a larger fan-base, more musicians, and even
greater Bangla-English crossovers that is likely to blossom with more bountiful flowers now than
ever before.
So too is the paucity of players and poverty of the cricket game. As if to compensate the
loss of juke-box culture, cricket has not only returned, but also built a culture by now, becoming,
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in fact, the country’s top-contending game. With “test” recognition in all the various dimensions
of the game, Bangladesh’s successful scorecards at the lower-end of the global rankings have
been attracting fans. Though more needs to be done to climb upwards, who would have believed
Even behind an ‘inevitability’ air during March 1971, the Bangladesh mindset was
anything but militant. Surviving Dhanmandi residents, whether living in Bangladesh or Pakistan
today, will recall how throughout most of the month, we, still virgin teenagers that we were,
formed and deployed peace-troopers (shanti bahinis) to protect the lives and property of non-
Bangalees. Supported by many well-to-do Dhanmandi non-Bangalees, these boys secured the
neighborhood from opportunists and anarchists, working out of living-rooms, often invited by
fleeing non-Bangalees. They lived literal 24-hour days: keeping tab on political negotiations or
news out of Bangabandhu’s Road 32 Dhanmandi home by day, while patrolling by night. Some
suffered on the 25th night on duty, others felt betrayed, but that harmony did not vanish.
The politics of the day just could not permeate, let alone poison, personal friendships or
new-found bonds between Bangalees and non-Bangalees. Pakistan’s Hamoodur Rahman report
on the 1971 disasters exposed the gap between popular sentiment and the death-driven army
softened, yet recreating what was, and the opportunities that could have been, may be a bridge
Time heals as it spins it wheels, but tides always come with new deals.