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14<br />
WEDNESDAY, MAY 3, <strong>2017</strong><br />
DT<br />
Opinion<br />
The old neighbourhood is gone<br />
What is the true cost of urbanisation?<br />
Do kids still play with other kids from the area?<br />
DHAKA TRIBUNE<br />
• Rabiul Islam<br />
My father, being<br />
a government<br />
employee, had to<br />
move frequently from<br />
town to town. Once, he found<br />
himself settled in one specific<br />
area, where he then bought a piece<br />
of land.<br />
The man who sold the land<br />
also sold all his parental property<br />
in a rush. Our neighbours, along<br />
with my father, also bought lands<br />
from him. None of them cared that<br />
over hundreds of kids in that town<br />
used to play in those lands. They<br />
cleared the little bit of shrubbery<br />
and vegetation, cut down all the<br />
trees, filled the cultivable lands<br />
with sand. Literally stripping the<br />
area.<br />
What happened to all those<br />
kids? No one ever asked. When<br />
there were trees, fields, ponds, the<br />
kids used to run around and play.<br />
The pond helped us learn how<br />
to swim and catch fish. We knew<br />
each other, and each other’s<br />
families. We used to quarrel with<br />
each other to the point when our<br />
families had to get involved in the<br />
matter. But there was life in that<br />
neighbourhood.<br />
Hardly any Ramadan went by<br />
without sharing iftar with our<br />
neighbours. It is saddening that I<br />
am writing this in the past tense<br />
now. It was considered indecent<br />
to return those iftar plates empty.<br />
So, we used to return them with<br />
more food in our own plates. And,<br />
therefore, the transaction never<br />
ended.<br />
These exchanges happened<br />
every time any family in the<br />
neighbourhood cooked something<br />
they recently harvested, or<br />
something they thought was good<br />
enough to share. I mean, if you<br />
could smell it in the air, you would<br />
know that something is coming to<br />
your house.<br />
Be it khichuri, polao, or payesh,<br />
you wouldn’t miss it if it was being<br />
cooked on the hearth of your<br />
neighbours.<br />
Some of us kids would often invite<br />
ourselves to our neighbours’<br />
house and stayed there waiting<br />
for some aunt to say: Don’t leave<br />
without eating.” It always sounded<br />
like a privilege.<br />
The age of reason<br />
Then the age of reason came<br />
and our aunts started comparing<br />
whose kid was in which position<br />
in the classroom. They started<br />
sending their kids off to nicer<br />
schools in cities, started living as<br />
disparately as possible.<br />
To get more detached from each<br />
other, they particularly focused<br />
on the height of their walls. The<br />
kids who were left could no<br />
Urbanisation has resulted in the psychosis of our neighbours. The<br />
dwellers no longer feel it necessary to communicate. They do not<br />
even know the names of the people living next door<br />
longer climb a tree to see what’s<br />
happening on their neighbour’s<br />
house, because there were none.<br />
They did not feel motivated<br />
to meet other kids as there were<br />
no simple roads leading to each<br />
others’ houses anymore.<br />
Remember the land seller? He<br />
didn’t keep any roads in his map<br />
nor the people who bought them<br />
from him. And so the kids stopped<br />
playing because there were no<br />
fields to play on.<br />
Urban pyschosis<br />
Urbanisation has resulted in the<br />
psychosis of our neighbours. The<br />
dwellers no longer feel it necessary<br />
to communicate. They do not even<br />
know the names of the people<br />
living next door.<br />
We have made ourselves so<br />
smart and sophisticated today that<br />
we don’t bother going to funerals.<br />
The bond between unknown<br />
families has broken, the new micro<br />
families with their micro hearts<br />
can barely feed themselves.<br />
Does our next generation<br />
deserve this neighbourhood?<br />
Should we crowd their lives with<br />
plastic toys, electronic gadgets,<br />
schools, and artificial reality?<br />
When was the last time<br />
you shared a meal with your<br />
neighbour? The last time you<br />
asked how they were doing? Or<br />
have you already figured that they<br />
are bad influences? •<br />
Rabiul Islam is a freelance contributor.