Untold Stories of Mr. Knot: Democracy 14 – Common Ground 09 By: Khandker Habib Ahmed (All rights are reserved by the author) (Consecutively after last section) Mr. Knot felt satiated after drinking a glass of cold water. In ...
Untold Stories of Mr. Knot: Democracy 14 – Common Ground 09
By: Khandker Habib Ahmed
(All rights are reserved by the author)
(Consecutively after last section)
Mr. Knot felt satiated after drinking a glass of cold water. In the meantime, everybody has moved to living room to see another six that Mahmudu has earned by hitting the ball with his long arm. Only Mr. Knot and Gulshan kept sitting in the balcony. Gulshan took advantage of this lonely time to place some personal queries before Mr. Knot.
Mr. Knot: What are you thinking, Gulshan?
Gulshan: I am thinking about a dream I dreamt last night.
Mr. Knot: What was it?
Gulshan: I saw that a lion gulped my top half of the body. But it set me free right away when
the people around started screaming. Many people were in commotion at the scene. Right after that I saw a high dam which I surmounted over with great effort talking my youngest son on the back. I was crawling to climb up the dam making noises from pain like ooh! ah! and so on. Hearing that noise, Imrul, sleeping beside me, pushed to wake me up saying, “hello Gulshan, what happened to you?” If someone touches another who is dreaming, the person dreaming comes back to awareness as we know it. Alright, Mr. Knot, can you tell me what the meaning of this is?
Mr. Knot: I cannot tell you exactly, Gulshan. I am not an expert of dreaming. However, I
believe in it. In the Holy Quran, near the love story of Yusuf-Zulekha or in the explanation of some related incident, it has been said that a king (perhaps Nomrud, Ferawn or someone else) dreamed that seven cows ate up seven paddy sheaf. After that, the country had a famine for long seven years in which many people died while many fled from the country. Let me give you more examples. A few days before the tragic death of Sheikh Mujib, his wife Begum Mujib (also died in the same incident) dreamed that their house at Road no. 32 had transformed into a big river. Besides, Taj Uddin, the first Prime Minister of then temporary expatriate government of Bangladesh in 1971 war of independence, was killed in another tragic incident of Jail Killing. Before this incident, his wife also dreamed similar which I came to know from a writing of her daughter somewhere. In my life, I dreamed many times which exactly appeared as true later.
Gulshan: What was the dream, Mr. Knot?
Mr. Knot: There are many dreams I dreamed which I cannot recollect completely. Many times,
in the dreams I cried out seeing the poisonous snakes while other times I heard the call from the big cats in real time. Some people told me that these were premonitions of inauspicious moments ahead. I also read in a piece of writing that the sacred Hadiths recognized some dreaming as real, not hallucination. Do you know what the dream is about actually, Gulshan?
Gulshan: What, Mr. Knot?
Mr. Knot: In my opinion, dreaming is actually a type of super-natural thing or occult which may
or may not be true. For example, we talk, at times, about hallucination or something like ‘mind-boggling’. However, as a Muslim, I believe in Quran and Hadiths. In this connection, I would like to refer to the occasion of Meraj (Prophet Muhammad’s journey to the top of seventh heaven on an electronic horse, Borak, in order to get company of our creator, Allah, the Almighty and the most merciful). Many people did not believe it at that time. Today, in the days of internet and information super highways or of the time dilation under Einstein’s theory of relativity, the incident of Meraj sounds conceivable at least logically irrespective of someone believes it or not.
Gulshan: Mr. Knot, you haven’t told me about any of your own dreaming or khoyab yet, right?
Mr. Knot: Gulshan, I see that you are a gripping lady, no escape from you! Actually, I do not
like to share my khoyab with anyone. However, as you requested, I will tell you one. It is one that I never shared with anyone at any time, only my creator knew it. This is the first time I share it with the public. Perhaps, it was a night of 2006 or 2007. I just quit my charge of service with the government of Bangladesh in its New York Office and rented a house in Bronx, New York. I was a point of discussion in the local Bengali community for quitting the government service and filing for immigration to the government of the United States. In effect, the days were not going well at that time. I had a dream to see that Sheikh Mujib appeared in front of me and stood before me. I was still lying on bed. I then got up half-way. He did not say anything openly but kept gazing at me in surprise. From his gesture, it seemed to me that he wanted to say, “Knot, you are right on your remarks about me.” Assuming this, I started to weep. My better half pushed me to wake up and said, “Why are you weeping, dear?” I came back to reality from the dream at that point. I did not tell her details of the dream. She also did not ask me about it. I just told her that I had a dream and never told anything to anyone.
Gulshan: (After a long deep sigh) Mr. Knot, I do not know what it means….
Mr. Knot: I did not think about its meaning at all. I just told you because you wanted to know it.
Gulshan: Alright, Mr. Knot. Do you think that these things have any connection with the
concept of democracy and the democratic system?
Mr. Knot: I do not think so. Earlier, I told you that these matters are somewhat related to belief,
religion or super natural things. Some people believe in these aspects, some not.
Gulshan: O. K., Mr. Knot. Please tell me about the third ‘road’ today.
Mr. Knot: Yes, the third alternative ‘road’ was the enactment of legislation in the parliament for
each unresolved national issue placing as separate bills. It seems easy to me. However, the parliament has to be lively and undisputable. The bills could be sent to the parliamentary standing committee for further scrutiny. Separate bills could be passed through votes through voice or secret ballots. The members of the parliament could garner people’s opinion on those issues in their constituencies. To this end, they could be given a few days’ leave to campaign for the issues to their people. However, only people’s opinion should reflect through their votes in the parliament, not the view of their parties, for which the provision of Article 70 of the Constitution of Bangladesh could be relaxed, if needed.
Gulshan: And the fourth ‘road’, Mr. Knot?
Mr. Knot: As I told you earlier, the all unresolved national issues could be settled through a
plebiscite. First, you need to make list of these issues. People will check ‘yes’ or ‘no’ against these issues. In my opinion, this alternative ‘road’ would entail high participation of people directly which is in line with the spirit of the concept of democracy and the democratic system. However, the arrangement of the plebiscite has to be flawless and beyond any type of criticism.
Gulshan: And the fifth ‘road’?
(Meanwhile, Mr. Knot and Gulshan overheard a call from Mrs. Polinio and brother Zakir, “Lunch time, come on everybody.”)
Mr. Knot: I think it’s time for lunch, Gulshan. Why not I tell you so during tea-time in the afternoon right in this balcony?
Gulshan: O. K. Mr. Knot…….
(To be continued)
[Disclaimer: A Few Words for the Esteemed Readers: The character(s)in this writing is (are) fictitious. They have no real existence. In addition, the main character, Mr. Knot, is merely an embodiment of a tough and complex knot whose scope of wandering is the entire world. Nevertheless, I strongly believe that whatever stems from the dialogues of these characters or their analytical breakdown is true for the most part and merits active reflection of the esteemed readers in light of the real situation. Again, either in the dialogues of the characters or in the events, at least an issue, petite or hefty, has been unfolded with its proper description, scope and in-depth analysis along with a signal for likely solution, if possible, to it. If any reader has a dissension, other opinion, comment or suggestion, he or she may please inform the writer by an e-mail message or on Face Book or skype. My skype ID is: Khandker.ahmed898. The e-mail address is: firstname.lastname@example.org. Because the characters are fictitious, whatever the description or analysis thereto, there is no reason of contempt for any person or party. Therefore, I request the valued readers to count all explanations or explorations herein as merely an academic pursuit or from a research perspective. Thank you. Khandker Habib Ahmed, July 08, 2016, Bronx, New York]