It’s official: banning facebook in Southasia is now a nationally transmitted contagion. Bangladesh has imposed a “temporary ban” on facebook.
The official statement used the Pakistani pretext. The government banned facebook because it had “hurt the religious sentiments of the country’s majority Muslim population” by carrying “offensive images” of Mohammed.
Go a little further and it transpires that the Bangladesh government enforced a ban not because facebook contained images that were offensive to muslims, but because it contained images that were offensive to the Prime Minister. A Bangladeshi blogger writes:
After publishing perverted images of Hasina and Khaleda (The Prime Minister and the leader of the opposition) in the second most popular site in Bangladesh Rapid Action Battalion (RAB – a special force) arrested a youth named Mahbub Alam Rodin. Bangladeshis could not access Facebook soon after that.
It appears that the government used the momentum of the Pakistan ban to impose its own because of “perverted images” of the PM and her opponent.
State censorship motivated by political reasons is a bad sign of nervous authoritarianism. But when it is applied by hiding behind censorship motivated by religious sentiment, it is moral bankruptcy.
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So much for the ‘progressive’ and ‘secular’ Awami League.
They even hid the ban under a religious pretext. The real reason was allegedly obscene cartoons on the net of the current PM Sheikh Hasina and her rival Khaleda Zia.
At least rightwing parties are open in rejecting. Fundamental rights.
Sometimes I think Islamic parties in Bangladesh could scarcely do worse.
Heaven forbid they even get a chance. Not that they have an electoral hope in hell.
Sexual Harassment over cellular phone by M.Sohail RAB Media & Wing Director.
01199816209. 4/3/2011 8:04pm. 2m04s
Obviously M. Sohail, Commander of RAB Legal & Media Wing called over cell to inquire me the meaning of the SMS forwarded to him: Pls. check out the net, typing Lt. Col. Rashidul Alom RAB-1 CO.“Just what it says, read the writing on the wall and you will get your answer in a very short while.” I replied.“This SMS is illicit and he is not going to glance what’s written in the internet.(of course he won’t, then he’ll turn into a runt if he does)“Why don’t you go to court instead?”“Because I will have the dirty job done by others as a substitute- inferring to RAB moreover the defaulters. Besides Rashid has kept me at bay from the court.“Bullshit.” He cursed.“Watch your mouth Mister.” I rigidly warned.“Then, you better stop transmitting this nonsense.”“No l wont, Freedom of Information Act has been passed not to mention Freedom of Speech and it’s a free country, everybody has the right to know what’s going on, lets just think of it as A Spread of Message. What you gonna do about that? Do whatever you can. I’m here and I’m awaiting.” He became furiously vehement verbally cussing at me ” FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU & FUCK YOU.”
TO Note: 7:35pm SMS was sent, approximately 30mins of time elapsed in ringing me. What transpired within the period? I Believe Commander Sohail informed to Lt. COl. Rashid, not only out of sheer blemished curiosity punched in the words to reveal the cat has finally been out of the bag! Could it be that the nemesis himself? Ringing thru by not acquiring his own designated mobile number:01199818251,01713040405 , personal- 01713494191,01715025935.(very smart) For who could be so fuming with rage that knows no bounds and a malignant abhorrence so shocking.
grave immoral act by an ASP highway bogora & CO RAB-1
3/1/2011 8:30pm
SP Mir Ashraf Ali of Bogora Highway impersonated himself as The SP of Bogora for the sake of showdown brought his vehicle for an imperial entrance into the neighborhood of Ulon west rampura riding a conspicuous vehicle, Mitsubishi Pajero Dhaka Metro Gho 116776 getting into 212′s building at Ulon Road, West Rampura Dhaka and feasting onto the 3rd. flr. to boost up Monir & spouse Bilu- a crime committing couple being an influential member of a crime committing syndicate led by self-proclaimed Matabars specializing in land/house grabbing, lake filling, forgery, harboring creating criminals, running drugs, bribery blackmailing, prostitution, vandalizing, extortion, loan-sharking, encouraging building code violation, oppressing, attacking and ruining a renowned family… joined by Lt. Col. Rashidul Alom CO, RAB-1 he too bringing an extensive vehicles of RAB Dhaka Metro 02-3303, DM Ga 174645 etc in full gear making the area look like a block raid . Later they threatened my family to leave our very own residence or else we will be picked up and/or deface to the extent of being unrecognizable further he will make sure our whereabouts are untraceable.
Sub: A reproach against an Army Lt. Col. and some of colleagues who have been selling out the power of their uniforms providing multifarious assistance to a diehard syndicate responsible for committing abominable crimes that made our lives virtually unlivable.
Lt Col. Rashidul Alom, Dir. RAB-1, accompanied by SP Bogora Highway Mir Ashraf Ali has been insulating his relatives (brother-in-law: Monir of 212 Ulon rd. west rampura ) and a crime committing syndicate involved multifarious crimes led by 3bros (self-proclaimed Matabars Sheeru, Shaulldin, & Momean. They have satanically persecuted us for 7dissipated long years by keeping us from earning a living, stopping our source of income, garbling our land records, keeping us under watch round the clock, bringing mobs on hire to scare abuse us ruining our social status calling us insane (PAGOL) to take away our credibility, not allowing and allowed other to mix with us, throwing full-sized bricks onto our tin-shed roof like hailstorm, poisoning 6 of our pet dogs (Canines), 3cats (Felines), distorting the autopsy reports, bugging our phones and many more….to various departments we went to for assistance to no succor obviously Lt. Col. Rashid hampered its operation deactivating. Even phoning up to have the transgressors released from police custody.
Prior to the happenings Lt. Col. Rashedul Alom came most frequently to Monir’s building with RAB-1 sticker posted on an extensive vehicle loaded with uniformed men in full gear moving around our house with walkie-talkies in hand and getting inside 212’ feasting on the 3rd flr. Just for the sake of showdown.. Threatening us over phone to keep our mouths shut or else, sent over RAB-1 personnel to scare us out etc. I distinctly remember marauding/myriad of times doubtful activities in momentum when Lt. Col. Rashid came veiling RAB-1 in font as a cover up to bring in/out luggage/briefcases inside 212 or putting within the cars of a black Nissan marked RAB-1 Dhaka Metro Gho 02-3303, Dhaka Metro Go 17-8548, Dhaka Metro Kho 122075 and Dhaka Metro GA 174645 . What’s inside the carriers certainly no smelly undergarments? Times of Rashid’s visitation invigoration swept fashioning the street urchins taking their shirts off and dangling, dancing dauntingly with ear shattering music played on deck in the street while the syndicate members came out marching to the band.
14/12/2010. 11:15am Observably Rashid is harboring presently a criminally attitudinized male specimen that happens to be a relative Babon son of Monir & Bilu a crime committing couple. For days he was unseen till suspiciously until today brought him out of 212 and shoved inside Rashid’s car D M GA 174645 . Question is who authorized him for frequent misappropriation of government vehicle for his personal gain? A neutral investigation will reveal an exclusive array of Rashid’s & his buddy’s role play as insulators of crime and an ally of injustice.
Note: Due to the reprisals from the syndicate everyone turned into statues not risking to crack, but feigning testifiers are abundant keeping reserved surveillance round the clock.
Annexure
Subject: Methodical persecution to a family of three members by a savage syndicate comprising 2/3 persons who have clutched their lives in the palm of their ruthless hands for infinite years.
An area blazing a reign of fire terror sweeps the heated breeze threatening to burn anyone or anything that dares come in its way. Where absolutely no one demurs to its insidious flame. It started with a spark bursting into a blaze….
In a mediocre sanction for delinquents lies a safe heaven no place like hell. Dawn and dusk doesn’t perplex the offenders from doing offenses in diminutive Ulan, Rampura were the centralization of crime cites.
Behind the screen giving the green signal sits the syndicated sinners namely self-proclaimed Matabars being Sheeru, Shalluddin Momean along with their gangs, accomplices chiefly slum inhabitants of theirs.
Heretofore, the were known as poverty stricken farmers harvesting and selling their seasonal crops descendants of ancestral Matabars in the regime of British Colonial Rule when Divide & Rule prefixed to village politics, doing unjustly acts upon the distress it had been past down from generation to generation were their schemes and tactics emanated to the rise of the 3 brothers, as day by day price of land skyrocketed making them wealthy landlords entitling themselves “Raja Boja” akin crownless chieftains of Ulon…back to the past. The abominable Matabars arbitrated ploys in doing their malfeasance grouping a league criminally archetypal men involved in Land Grabbing, Forgery, Filling Lake, Harboring and Creating criminals, Selling Drugs, Bribery, Blackmailing, Prostitution, Vandalizing, Extortion, Loan-sharking, Oppressing, Attacking, and ruining a renowned family….
It had been, going on unstoppably, at first past BNP Ministers who had given them clean cut approvals “Do anything and everything, we’re here to back you up.” In return revering for their vote banks inline.
Then had emerged in the Caretaker Government a man-in-uniform in the Army a Major, now turned a Lt. Col. Rashidul Alom-their newly upraised savior brother-in-law of Monir an influential member of the syndicate along with Mir Ashraf, SP Highway .
They have satanically tormented victimizing us for a long period of years and furthermore is, in all likelihood forged our land-records with theirs. Installing reserved watchers round the clock synchronizing our movements/activities inside/outside to where we go to, whom we meet, bringing back our posted applications of an anticipated employment, Ministers/Major telephoning the employees apparently convincing in the negative sense of the term, kept from Earning a Living, meant a kick on the family’s stomach. Destroyed the once golden image we has maintained breaking into shambles our social status. Touting as insane (Pagol) to sabotage our trustworthiness. Brougth in hire Mob for attacking us and our home. Storm-tossing bricks stones on several occasions on the charge of attempt to manslaughter. Assigned our next door neighbor Monir Uddin Ahmed of 212 Ulon to do all their faultfinding tasks illustriously spilling of water underneath our residence, keeping his pumps on 24hrs. with the ulterior motive of inundation, pilfering electricity from our electrical wire in the hopes of fusing/burning our electrical line Adjoining (mapping) our 5ft. walkway during the “mohanagir jarip” (obviously by underhand dealings with the corrupt DLR staffs) with his plot, abusing airing bricks from his roof onto our heads rattling for hours. Dumping boiling hot water onto our plants to expire. Etc. His Shala “being Lt. Col. Rashidul Alom insulates Monir threatening us dramatically. For him to be taking the rifle from the police to shoot us, diving a brick at me missing out slightly, clustering a mob attack for backup testifying against us, barracking the area with bamboos so that unwanted witnesses were not to be witnessed the coercion that pulsated near by. Multifarious Attacks transpired assembled led by Monir, premeditatedly formulated by the conniving Matabars outside the scene, their sidekicks grabbed hold of me strenuously forcing before a riot of female felons, geared with scalpel, cudgels, machete, lancets, covering up their faces exposing their blood thirsty eyes among unas buckled up to the waist….
To many organizations we went to no benefit –as the saying goes “we stash them inside the can Major brings them out in no time” Bugging the phones, intercepting the agencies making them integrally defunct in our instance. As he and his men (segment) have been triumphant in withholding justice.
PETS POISONED
Nadia Sikder, 211/2 Ulon Road, West Rampura Dhaka-1219. Cell:01191352473 01720194213. E-mail: fhrarea@yahoo.com
Zavier Junior, 3months old pup was put to death by a crime committing syndicate known for their malice. It has been the 6th time they have allegedly poisoned my dogs in a row.
Police arrived to the crime site taking preparation for an on-line GD that we composed (GD Num:1019. dtd:22/5/2010.) Commencing for an autopsy in the Animal Hospital transferring to ICDDR,B (police’s own words). Within 4 days report would be affirmed….
It was aired on T.V (Channel i) at 10:30pm.- A family of 3, making several GDs to the P.S was utterly useless for the Matabars in these hi-tech days has kept them in isolation from the society as an outcast trying to banish them from their own home ever since its contained by the clench of land grabbers, has done it again, besides poisoning their puppy.
I am desperately awaiting for the doctors certificate but who am I to believe, whereas the viscera was never sent to ICDDR,B for analysis and the report was found to be distorted.
Red Alert: This syndicate is insulated by Lt. Col. Rashidul Alom posted to RAB1 Uttara as Dir. Resolving all their crimes.
I on behalf of Muttly, Amigo senior, Zavier Senior, and Zavier Junior, Sue he, and Amigo Junior(canines) with Tiny, Bravery and Georgie (felines)- all killed leaving me all alone, feeling totally barren . One that has a pure heart can seize the moment known as man’s best friend beseech your organizations assistance to come forward and prove there isanimal rights prevailing in such a territory were human rights are violated that truth and justice are just not to be dreamed of.
Their death has shaken me uncontrollably to an irrecoverable loss.
this write-up is in the capacity of a freelance human rights, animal rights, environmental activist.
PS: Georgie died today at 7:00pm having sustained boiling hot marr (rice water) followed apparently by rat- poisoning. in this state of mind of am incapable of writing any further but I hope you have the heart to share my pain of in-defensibility.
Muttly Brutally Killed
Muttly, our family pet dog-more a brother to me, since his puppy-hood, 5long years had been with us through the wretched days fending till his painful cause of death. As the unsettled nights darkened he guarded the home he knew he belonged, protected the folks he knew as his family.
The voracious snare that has and is retaining us for an attenuated duration of desolation produced by the local self-proclaimed Matabars with their mates maneuvered brusquely a machination for our relations and friends whom we had known to have turned their backs on us except for only one who was there for the tormented term giving an undivided love with an unselfish intent-who else, Muttly. A tender togetherness was fondly felt with his radiated presence is no more….
I still remember a chilly wintry December 5, Sunday 2004 as if it were only yesterday. 7:15am A not so early morning in favor of a momentous occasion to begin with as the sun promised a warm day ahead. Automatically I had awoken rubbing my eyes in search for my father in whatever place could he supposedly be? Sure thing “out” if not in. Bestirring to our gate on the porch stairs sniffing sporadically with a wet nose, standing upon four sturdy legs drawing near gaping up at me with sapphire chestnut colored innocent eyes sparkling comparable to the golden sun turning his fuzzy flaxen coat crimson. Overjoyed I outpoured “puppy.” Making him wag his frolic tail nonstop. Self-moving I picked the stoutly formed lovesome pooch whom was going to be known as Muttly Sikder.
Sunrises and sunsets, rains and shines but our Muttly’s ears are open towering for any alarming noises speeding to the site to detect any misdeeds barking, blaring, continually until we come out to inspect. Muttly got to the bottom of the turmoil we were coerced to endure, since imposed informers encircled our home with us, carrying illegal activities.
Muttly had rescued us several instances
Revolver men running into our alley, there it was danger advancing to people he loved, opening our gate he bolted heroically at them barking rampageous, they ran jumping in the air effecting to retreat in the dark.
Mouina, abusing with his junkies immerged in front of us to maltreat, memorably Muttly the brave, stepped in front ahead, all ran for their lives leaving Mouina behind who stood ramrod not moving a muscle, in all likelihood not breathing either. As Muttly paced on he took a slow step back till he evacuated relinquished etc.
Therefore Muttly had enlarged enemies that wanted him dead. Whilst the “WITCH HOUR” Muttly’s howling could be heard rampantly, customarily targeted to 211/E (Momean (youngest) Matabar) reprobated tenant watchers sits down near our wall and smokes cannabis filling smoke inside our rooms that smells awful and injurious to ones health.
Muttly was a roadblock seemingly in their way to proceed with their infractions uninterrupted was to get rid of him once and for all. The savages-self-proclaimed Matabars (Sheeru, Shaulluddin, momean) sons (Romal, Jewel, Russell, Faisal, Kawsar, Riffat….) made thin pointed iron, very sharp and deadly type harpoon.
Bloody brutality befell on Muttly he began to get injured. Deep lacerations were in his body even his eyes were bleeding profusely, legs maimed throwing up bubbly bleached fluid.
24/7/2009. Muttly lost his appetite, lying down mostly not having the urge to arise. 26/8/09. He was inside the dining hall wanted to be near us. 9:00pm. Didn’t have the energy to jump up the sun-shade while it was raining cats and dogs, but with our vast boosting “Come on Muttly, come on boy you can do it.” He made it. I offered him a sweet which he accepted, unfortunately it dropped down. Hastening outside with a candle and umbrella in hand I searched the white sweet meat handing over to Muttly who devoured gratefully making me remember the day Muttly came onto the doorstep, a while later I brought for him a saucer of milked that he merrily lapped contentedly. For lunch Fish mashed with Rice he gulped unhesitatingly a fast growing pup no doubt. He had taken up the charge of the household responsibility within 15days. 10:15pm Rainfall in torrents. 3:00am. Awoke to find dreadfully dark appallingly realizing no electricity! Still heavy downpour. I jumped from bed to the windowsill. No Muttly! Water flooded the terrace rising up I couldn’t give credence to my eyes it betided like a bad dream surfacing higher to be true, drawing room couches soaked in water overflowing rest of the rooms. Called out “Muttly, Muttly.”-No response. Papa grieved he might be dead. My heart leaped to hear water splashes, frantically I opened the gate to see poor Muttly neck deep in water. It was his foremost experience and last. Moving in the dining room he snuggled in a corner of driest accommodation available (water arriving inside our homestead the Matabars & Mouina are absolutely held chargeable, for the lakes they have filled clogging rainwater, purposefully with a malodorous motive constructing a drainage system into a ditch attached to our plot mandating their tenants to cram in trash. Mouina spills water in the ditch 24hrs. and underneath our abode moreover his sewerage in the hopes of inundation. We have been living for 30years in this contingency it never happened!) during the afternoon he became restless, scarcely able to sustain himself as his hipbone was abnormally bent more likely broken, panting with his tongue out in pain, eyes bloodshot. Bought him Olympic G biscuit which he swallowed broken bits refusing to have his usual meals. Nightfall the same orange biscuit with condensed milk layered he ate from my fingers licking lovably. 27/8/09. Muttly groaned in excruciating pain not being to resist went out in the yard dropping down on the soft earth. Suddenly twitching up he yelped for the last time “WHOOoooo.” Like old times to inform some intruder is at the gate. So it was DCC delivery man with a bill without stamped! I cooked his favorite dish “Beef” he took one piece in his mouth and dropped, despairingly. In the break of day he consumed his biscuits and meat. Alarmingly Muttly was chewing his sack and the dining room table, roaming hither and thither shockingly going outside in the pool of water as we opened the door for him. 4:15am the state Muttly was in I will never forget. “hope against hope.” He stood unsteadily pale, resembling a phantom, gruesomely swollen was his mouth, teeth exhibiting. Coming in as always for these past days he excreted bloody black glutinous liquid airing a deathly rotten smell. In the morning I was terrified to behold Muttly gnawing his gums and tongue blood trickling down on the floor. I cried out “oh stop it.” As tears teemed down my cheek on the floor. His condition further deteriorated considering tumbling down frequently flat on his face dragging along. A visitor approached the gate he went toward and “Thud” his jaw slammed the cold hard concrete. For a period he rolled in the grass and mud to no relief couldn’t swallow milk neither fish as he made an effort by spilling the saucer of milk and taking tidbits of fish into his swelled mouth to throw sorely. He lay down for a prolonged time unable to upspring until the sky cast a grievous gloominess, thundering threateningly. I didn’t want to know it would be the last time I dolefully invigorated Muttly resounding “to get up bro, you can do it.” Deep down he must he must have recognized my voice through the pain that had lost his sense. Stupendously he lifted feebly his head looking up wriggling his back which kept toppling he dragged himself tottering up to the front stairs he once had been unable to climb, staring in my eyes to say “I made it sis.” Collapsing to hit his head on the front steps where his body got soaked in a puddle. The spirit of Muttly wasn’t gone so easily with turbulent determination he loyally uplifted remarkably raced inside. Then the sky cried hoarsely unable to resist any longer. As hours past Muttly got weak and weaker till he no longer got up. Knelling beside I sobbed for him to forgive me, not to leave me, in such a cruel world by myself, I need you to be with us in vanquishing the people if you called them that did this to you, ‘don’t let them win.’ His body was motionless eyes, yet open full of tears. Sorry sis I couldn’t make it. 4:00am Muttly screamed wildly to the world to know of his departure where no pain can be felt, no greed given, no jealousy developing hate. Papa presumed him dead touching his back to detect the hip bone broken, visible on the outer surface a monstrous lump swollen stiffly above the kidney. A feather flick touch effected in an ear shattering scream. Breathing shallow, eyelids half-closed. “Is this our Muttly?” seeing him in this state my head was spinning knowing “he is dying.”
31/8/2009. stricken by a disheartened daylight in the morning I was afraid to run near the staircase. Instead I called papa “where is Muttly?” he didn’t speak avoiding the answer. Again I asked “How is Muttly?” “He is fine, and in a place that nobody can ever hurt him, where jealousy, greed wont injure him and now he can rest in peace…Will he?
GRASPABLE GROUP KILLING
Muttly listened to an agitated sound in the matabars ghettos, hair protruded perpendicularly he dashed down from the sunshade barking, awaiting for us to come out in order to see the commotion. Not awaiting he dispatched jumping over the boundary wall to the cataclysm. In the dark he could sense adversity in the vicinity headed for him, averting homeward to safety in mind he retreated. Inescapably from all sides danger lay expectedly, outnumbering sanguinary connived group appeared who were responsible for generating that reverberation.
Muttly looking back relying to his family to rescue him found none but asleep carefree inside tucked warm in bed as he all alone in the cold awake to feel his bone crack with crush clubbing his kidney….
Was it a message they wanted to send over to realize our lives lie in the identical route? Who could have slay an innocent unarmed dog? The only true friend the only true companion, and the only true family has been permanently taken clutched away never to come back if only he did die a natural death I could let go blissfully for he did have an extraordinary magnificent life our dear discerning adored, precious sweet beloved Muttly that words couldn’t symbolize, but knowing his death was supernatural his soul still haunts us restlessly craving for justice to uncover capturing the people behind his assassination.
SEXSLAVE
Child rights abuse; lack of proper investigation; impunity. Several organizations were foiled by the man-in-uniform.
212 building in Ulan West Rampura a mere boy of 8 called Alamin (Russell) is being run as a slave by a crime committing couple Bilu, & Monir known for their abominable acts is insulated by Bilu’s brother Lt. Col. Rashidul Alom posted to RAB-1 as the Commanding Officer whose assistance retained the boy from education except teaching him immeasurable skills of wrongdoings for example his behavior no longer personifies a normal kid but rather a deranged one generally generating disruptions in front of public lacking total control of himself. They certainly trained well, now he has a mind of his own not requiring further instructions he performs to their demands without being told. 8:00am in the morning till 12:00am at midnight he keeps on toiling. Bilu, happens to be recorded as a notoriously perverted character there is no telling what she does with the child. Often he is seen on the riskily roof top ridge walking to fetch their pigeon.-once not long ago a working boy had fallen from their 3rd flr sunshade onto their pointed steel grille boundary wall, his face was slashed opened especially his mouth ripped apart his tongue was lolling out, blood gushing. Neighboring bostee people helped remove him away. Information has it he died, but it was never inquired by Police…Why? But why not? As the redeemer-Lt. Col Rashid was not afar to cover it up once and for all. Suspicious transactions are observed, indicting to drug dealing maneuvered by the lad. Thieving hasn’t been left out not to mention an expert liar. Lately he has executed an unforgivable delinquency by poisoning 6pet dogs.
Alleged: Perpetrators:
1) Bilu (a crime committing syndicate is united in Ulon led by self-proclaimed Matabars Sheeru,
Shaulluddin &momean 3 bros sheltering and creating criminals making a sanctuary)
2)Monir Uddin Ahmed
3)Lt Col. Rashidul Alom Dir. RAB-1
Time is running out….
An in-depth investigation will reveal a Pandora’s box.
The Boy Must be taken away from the accursed residence were malevolence dwells.
Immediately he should be brought into the limelight until further harmful damage is done to others and himself.
And the defaulters are punished by arresting and bringing before the court of Law.
WASA MD
Taqsem Khan Metropolis Water Status
Now you found a new policy of not responding to my telephone calls. Bravo, this strategy of yours is highly applauded, alright enough with the jokes already getting to the point- No wonder, the entire chain of command is dysfunctional. You, mostly hide under the shade of the term “I’m busy” well this is business get it? I don’t call you, spending my time money & energy for pap-talks. Never have I found in my case that you have taken responsibility for your action knowing what sort of culpabilities are going on in Ulon. Sources reveal that U sort of enjoy and if not encourage having received the culprits impersonating themselves as The substantial members of this particular neighborhood but, they by no means or standards represent ULON. Did Illegal water lines just out of thin air conjured into the Grabbed Canals and your people just kept their eyes shut? Truly is hard to believe. And needless to mention your improper behavior to address a valued consumer is unacceptable, being a public servant you forget to refer one as “Sir,/Madam, yet your impertinent knows no bounds in your rowdy voice which is outrageously annoying, discourteous to the highest degree, totally unprofessional with a biased perception and egoistic for a man of your stature as if taking everything personally. By no means these are tolerable. As I see it, a conventional overhauling will yield no results whatsoever. A massive stand release could be the one and only solution at this point in time. And obviously you are not, as I made my point already DEPENDABLE AT ALL and trustworthy for, ur men didn’t show up at my doorstep today as you committed! May I ask, What kept you from sending them over and looking into my water problem? I DEMAND MY WATERLINE FIXED RIGHTAWAY….AND IT BETTER NOT RECUR IN FUTURE. And if u cannot ensure that then I assume its high time we need something who can.
Bottom line
“I don’t much care in what you think of yourself as what’s important is what I know you as – A Public SERVANT working Just like an efficient official… Your post and positions are good enough for elsewhere but not in such an important service providing organization like “WASA”. It is not my intention here to deliver lecture about “how you discharge your duties” except to say that your job needs an uncompromising person who performs impartial, accountant able and transparent, who doesn’t hand out any uncalled for favoritism let alone allow any sort of nepotism to anyone. Must I remind you that I contribute to WASA exchequer that in turn provides you with your monthly pay and if you don’t count that we have our differences here.
You might as well note that a high profile investigative team is underway….i would do everything in my power to ensure that the poison ivy of the crime committing syndicate is permanently uprooted regardless of whoever is implicated.
PS.
While we are in the process of making our country “ A Digital Bangladesh, am going to conspicuously upload this topic onto the Information Super Highway.
(this document is initiated by a scrupulously honest, and tightly self disciplined WASA consumer under the Freedom of SPEECH & Expression Act)
Memo to
Executive Engr. Kasasin
Zone-6
In several instances you were contacted, but have failed detrimentally to give your dutiful services, instead provided with some lame excuses that didn’t get the job done. I hope you are not one of those who considers themselves much higher than the chair they sit on. With or without your full consent dubious deeds were performed, in any event all blame falls on your shoulder. You intend to say that Land Grabbing Canal Filling don’t concern your scope of work. Well I don’t intend to burst your bubble though, due to considerable degree of experience with handling departments like yours, I have come to know whether you like or not, somewhere or another we all are accountable. Just like, how in the name of Satan’s Ploy did the self-proclaimed Matabars in Ulon West Rampura not only got WASA’s water lines onto the Manmade Lands which very much existed Lakes rather redirected unofficially the main water line catapulting all the way to various undocumented peripheries… as a result the main line presently is partially/fully inoperative. Question is Without your knowledge why & how did this take place? Well, that’s for you to find out what exactly is going on, and coming up with a remedial effort… In any event as a conscious consumer as I see it, you are chargeable for the offences your men are implicated to. Again, as a Conscious Citizen I have done my part righteously, informing constantly to WASA that apparently fell on the deaf ears (over phone plus sending formal complaints via email. Let me refresh your memory: Ulon Holding #15-Siddik, #13-moznu #17-Kuddus, took illegal lines (from the diverted water line) in the dead of night police ceased them since they failed to come up with any proper paperwork or ID. Immediately after the cops dispersed they quickly began their unlawful task of excavating the road for connecting themselves with the unsanctioned waterline. 212/2-Monir Uddin Ahmed hadn’t been left out because not only his lines too are erroneous but he keeps on spilling water incessantly underground my residence with the main objective of inundation reason being- “Bhoomidashyuta”…. don’t you get it by now? it’s a crime committing syndicate and what’s your problem in recognizing the word for what they in reality are: Land/Lake/waterbody/home Grabbing? while in true sense of the term you(a section of WASA insiders) too aren’t off the hook! Last but not the least, much to your awareness, Ulon PUMP HOUSE has turned more like the devil’s snare has actively devoted it to the diversion of the line resulting in myself being the worst sufferer without water… which I never was! The original documented network right now is just a parallel to the one that got laid out by the “Land Grabbing Syndicate” to their convenience…. How did it happen and again why did WASA let it happen? Not only that, when the electricity is off the generator should be turned on by the pump operators, which they usually don’t, almost similar to one that you spat out this morning on phone a flimsy excuses and concluding with one that offered water on payment leads to questioning why in the world do I have to pay for my water that WASA rightfully is obligated to supply me with as I REGULARLY PAY MY MONTHLY WATER BILLS. Fact of the matter is funds for functioning the Generator with Diesel is provided by the major donor agencies but if they don’t operate the generator what do they do with the donation then? I think its about time to release the operators like we all know these days people don’t get suspended, transferred or dismissed they go to prison for any irregularity in performance, carelessness and negligence to duties which, I am sure you unhesitatingly would agree with me. After all, these people by dint to a lengthy posting to the same area got familiar to the area as well as people particularly the wrongdoers, if you know what I mean , It is evident that in a way they fall easy prey to the culprits as well as their culpabilities even they are not bad at all! When the 3G residents speak out “we need fresh blood new recruits to replace the old ones” for they know pretty well that, the Third World War is knocking at the door and the reason is “WATER”. Let me put down one more fact here that the wrongdoers in the area joined together and have successfully completed diverting/laying the flow of sewerage/sewage line underground… the flow of sewage used to flow towards “SOUTH” (Rampura) Now it flows to the “NORTH” from Thai Plastic to Ulon Bazar and beyond! To give you one more, In the past (also going on) canals were grabbed, filled, creating forged paperwork owned, constructed undocumented multistoried buildings and of course got undocumented utility lines… Now their hands have become so long not to mention becoming filthy rich that, they are up to making somebody’s home a CANAL… sounds ridiculous? Well, come visit Ulon for yourself …but be sure, you won’t find anybody to validate these for two reasons one: as usual, being scared of the main culprits (only 2/3 in number) and two: the easygoing people for obvious reasons wont open up their mouth…. Here comes the same old saying: who came first the egg or the chicken.
To conclude, I am out of water, need it and need it NOW and am looking forward to your prompt action.
I appreciate your sense and sensibility.
Sincerely,
Nadia Sikder,
For & on behalf of
Mrs. Momtaj Begum
211/2, Ulon,
West Rampura, Dhaka -1219.