The lost wordless majority

A few days ago, Lipi’s mom — a part-time domestic assistance — after completing dual work shifts in other homes, was late. When asked for a reason for her delay, she apologized, observant that she was stranded in traffic, essentially caused by processions of people celebrating what she accepted as a feat march for Prime Minister Sheikh Hasina.


She afterwards proceeded to ask me a array of questions: “Mama, will this ‘unnayan’ move down a cost of rice?”

“Can we now send my daughters to a cost-free propagandize and get giveaway medical help?”

“Will a supervision now yield improved accommodation than my dark, dank, and beggarly room in a shanty, for a family of five?”

“Will this boost a income my daughter Lipi creates during a mantle factory?”

I felt broke and unsettled by her queries. we remained wordless as we did not have answers to such stream questions.

I compensate a income of Tk5,000 monthly to Nasima, a full-time domestic assistance who supports her family of five, including her mom behind home in Netrokona, and seems to perennially be pang from financial troubles. It is not odd for her to need to steal income from me for puncture needs.

Neither do we have any answers to offer to Rafiq, a confidence ensure who works dual shifts for 16 hours and earns Tk9,000 monthly to feed his family of 4 in Narail, and nor do we have answer to a same questions from Rashida, who disposes a rubbish from a unit building and dual adjoining buildings and earns Tk6,000 monthly.

Their stories are of constant onslaught to survive. These are genuine people with genuine struggles, not illusory characters or pseudonyms, and they are a lost wordless infancy representing some-more than 80% of a disgruntled, underprivileged, downtrodden race of Bangladesh, who have been left behind in a growth goals during a final decade.

Sadly, for them, a graduation of a nation from slightest grown nation to building nation does not matter, and stays irrelevant to their day-to-day hardship.

The weed is richer on a other side

There is no doubt about a growth success of a country. The UN has famous it after most inspection and estimation of a growth indices, and both a UN secretary ubiquitous and a World Bank arch have congratulated Prime Minister Sheikh Hasina for a landmark growth feat in a country.

Signs of growth are also utterly noticable in a stream habits, lifestyle, and standards of living: The Padma overpass now being assembled by a possess resources, a four-lane inter-connecting highway roads, a posh residential unit buildings in Baridhara, Gulshan, Banani, Dhanmondi, and Uttara, selling malls in any and each community in a city, a thousands of good restaurants, a elaborate (and mostly wasteful) marriage celebrations.

Roads are bustling with ever some-more costly brands of cars; scores of costly oppulance vacation resorts popping adult in a suburban panorama in Dhaka, Sylhet, and Chittagong; people going on costly vacations in Bali, Bangkok, Malaysia, Singapore, and some-more — thes are all signs of a growth and increasing purchasing power.

These are genuine people with genuine struggles, and they are a lost wordless infancy representing some-more than 80% of a disgruntled, underprivileged, downtrodden race of Bangladesh

Who says that we are a bad country?

I remember my marriage in Oct 1962 with my spousal jubilee of 20, roving on 10 rickshaws from a Elephant Road chateau to a bride’s residence during Dhanmondi, highway no 8. There was no engagement, no “gaye holud,” no elaborate marriage reception, or infuriating dance and music. The losses were not over Rs500.

We were nonetheless to live in a miserly society. It was a golden time of elementary life, bereft of selfishness, with adore and care for others.

But this growth has been skewed. Its advantages have not been uniformly widespread within society. There is inequality and a yawning opening of income placement between a rich, a super rich, and a bad in a society.

The bad do not have entrance to simple needs and rights, let alone an excusable customary of living.

In fact, it is we, a bureaucrats, businessmen, politicians, bankers, a veteran class, a supposed chosen intellectuals, a think-tank consultants, a doctors, engineers, genuine estate developers, and contractors, who are obliged for this burgeoning inequality, disparity, and taste in society.

It is we, a miserly and corrupt, a supposed center and top category who have grabbed and hijacked a advantages of a growth by intrigue a immeasurable infancy of a race that is stranded in a aforementioned poverty, exclusion, and deprivation. They have been cheated and left behind in a life of despondency and humiliation. It is we who have attacked a bad of their legitimate tenure of development.

We contingency all feel ashamed.

I am no economist and do not know of a pill to a situation, however, a government, with assistance from a consultant economists, need to residence a conditions immediately, so that a impecunious classes in a multitude get their satisfactory share of a nation’s hard-earned growth success.

Prime Minister Hasina pronounced it herself, “the growth success is an feat of a common people.” Unless and until that is truly achieved, this jubilee will ring hollow.

Abdul Hannan is a former diplomat.

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