Blood stained roads
Just now from the breaking news of TV channel, I came to know about the accident that took the life of a brilliant student of BUET, named Khandaker Khanjahan Samrat. Probably one year ago, we lost another brilliant student of Dhaka University named Happy, who wanted to be a magistrate.
Do this death touch our heart? What would be its aftermath? May be, nothing. I have written several articles along with a novel and also delivered lecture on road accident. Not only me, many people had done the same. But I think, all these works are meaningless. Nobody pays any heed to these articles. We have become very brave! Why should we "waste" our time thinking about a simple matter such as road accident? They are "fools and cowards" who raise voice against road accident!
I had written the last three lines with deeper pain. This incident may happen on my near and dear ones too. Can't we think Shamrat or Happy to be someone of our own? If we could do that then we could realise the loss of these precious lives? Can we ever feel the pains of the parents of the victims?
The traffic system of Nilkhet, Shahbagh, Gulistan, Motijeel is ever poor. The traffic system of other towns outside Dhaka, such as Savar is worse. Are we, the common citizens of this country are the playthings of the drivers? Would the drivers control our fate?
It's the high time to awaken our conscience. If we cannot check the situation just now, then in the nearer future our next generation would be sufferer. I do not hesitate to say that I do not find any wrong when the students burns these buses cum man-eaters. It is better to have a city without these motor vehicles than losing valuable lives almost routine wise. It would be great if the number of buses could be reduced and network of railway system could be developed throughout the country.
We should be bold enough to accept the reality i.e. road accident is a massive challenge for any citizen of this country. We do not want our roads to be stained with the blood of brilliant students.
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