Sunday 14 August 2016

When The Serpent Dreams

Before the serpent sheds its skin, it dreams. And the serpent calls its army from the underground. In a few seconds, the army gathers on the field and starts its parade.

Some people always assumes its their duty to make the dreams real.

And so they take the job on their own, and they inject reality into it, bit by bit. Everyday.

There is no doubt about the fact that Xulhaz Mannan was alive before he died. If he wasn't alive, how would he die anyway?



One has to live first to die! Or is it a bit different for him? Should we rephrase it slightly? Should we say One has to love first to die?

He was still breathing. in the beginning of April.  

He was busy with his plans, perhaps. There was no plan of death, perhaps.

Somebody else hatched the plan for him. But before that, some other people died, too.

Everyday is a good day to die (what was that film's title?), though very few takes it that way.

If one has to die, one should die gloriously, just like Xulhaz. His death was glorious, no matter how much they tried to hush up the entire business about it.

One has to watch others die before his own death, too. Watching others die makes it much more easy.
- Are you ready to die Xulhaz?
- Are you ready for the Chapati?

Someone should have asked him those questions. Nobody did. Because, nobody bothered.

Gay Gonna Die, but the gays are shy, they forget to say goodbye.

But there were things happening that were inspiring enough for anyone to try martyrdom.
There are too many ways people inspire others to be a martyr, I have no confusion left about it. Because Xulhaz himself inspired me to do it.

The first inspiration of the year was Tonu I guess. She did set an example of inspiring the Hijabi girls to die for their dress.

Because everyone knows its her dress that made her the darling of the town, and her death only added an extra sweetness in it.

Tonu's death doesn't matter. What matters is what people see. And people saw a Hijab.

How long did it take for Tonu to die? Five minutes? Or fifty?

It was five minutes for Xulhaz. It was quick. Tonu suffered longer, because she was raped.

Both cases fall under the same category. Both are gender violence. The supreme gender is famous for their rape skills. And they are quite efficient at murders, too.

How many NGOs there are in Bangladesh? How many advocates & activists exist in Bangladesh who don't dare to talk about Xulhaz because they fear it would weaken their portfolio?

Murder is an adventure in Bangladesh, so is rape. It brings you rewards. Because the serpent dreams it. Because it came from a dark hole serpents have colonized.

And before Xulhaz's murder, there were signs & smells everywhere. If only he could sense it!
I said that last year, too - when Avijit Roy died. Signs & smells, all around you - when the death marches towards you.

Should we feel like we are stuck under the debris when we read a news of a bridge collapsing?
But the Kolkata flyover collapsed!

Should we visualize ourselves in the news when its about blood?

Should we feel its dark all around, when its lights out in Bashkhali?

Should we indulge our imagination that much? To count how many letters are common between Bashkali & Baisakh?

Is it a crime to imagine that much?


What was the last imagination of Xulhaz? What was the dream he saw at the last night of his life?

He should have felt all this actually. Someone should have given him some directions to feel them as well. Someone should have told him every time he reads a news about a murder, he shouldn't have put the paper down just because the news it about someone else.

It is never someone else. It was about him, all the April.

It was a murder which would force John Kerry to pick up his phone. It was a murder which would force Dipu Moni to visit his cousin's home.



It was not a small business.

Sometimes, sacrificing the sanity makes the most sense in the world. The so-called sane people are too proud of their sanity anyway, and its cheap. It doesn't have much value. And Xulhaz shouldn't have valued it.

If he imagined himself in the news, if he dared to be insane for a while - he would survive.
In ancient times, people used to dream about their death before it came. Nobody conquered death anyway.

But the ancient people had the privilege. To know it beforehand.

Angels used to open up the gate of their dreams. A stone would fall down from the wall. A vulture would make some noise. There used to be ill omens they could spot & detect.

But we live in the modern era. Alas, everything is a co-incidence now!

And Chapati is the greatest co-incidence of all.



Prometheus discovered fire. Neanderthals invented the first weapons.

Did Xulhaz ever searched on google, who invented Chapati? The Machette?

Where is his google search history? Is it deleted forever?


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