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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.

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