Threads of fate: A journey through uncertainty & hope

‘Aba Ta Farkanna Hola…’

This line from the song resonates deeply with the youth of our generation, reflecting its widespread popularity. Sung by Jerusha Rai, the song’s poignant lyrics and melody have struck a chord with many, capturing the zeitgeist of the times. “Aba Ta Farkanna Hola” mirrors the current state of mind of many people today. Lately, I’ve started feeling the same way.

Previously, posting news about murders, violence, and road accidents for Makalu Khabar kept me awake at night. During the day, I felt fine, but at night, I would be haunted by the events as if they had happened to me. Gradually, I began to take these incidents lightly. However, the news that I once heard only through the media has now started echoing close to home.

“Aba Ta Farkanna Hola” seems to encapsulate my mental state and the present circumstances perfectly.

Lately, an uncertainty has been gnawing at me—wondering if I’ll return home in the evening after leaving in the morning. A few days ago, I was at the Bijulibazar Bridge, heading home from work as usual. A blue bus sped towards me, its seats mostly empty. As I was about to board, another bus raced up from behind, stopping right next to me. I chose to board the first bus.

Our driver began to drive erratically, making all the passengers anxious and causing them to scream. Shortly after, the blue bus collided with a Bolero vehicle. Although the accident wasn’t severe, the driver’s behavior suggested that a major accident was likely. Fortunately, that day, divine intervention seemed to protect everyone.

I reached home around 8:30 PM. My usually lively sister was uncharacteristically quiet. Engaging in casual conversation with our mother, I noticed a wound on her cheek. She explained that on her way back from college, a truck came from the opposite direction, and a bike overtaking the truck swerved towards her. Panicking, she jumped off the road to avoid being hit.

At the time, she thought she had only minor injuries and assured the biker that she was fine. But as the wound started to heal, it became more painful.

I examined her injuries closely, noting minor wounds on her cheek and waist. I fetched ointment from the drawer and applied it to her wounds.

I felt relieved knowing her injuries were minor because not everyone is fortunate enough to have someone to care for them like that.

Every day, the media reports the deaths of 6-7 people in road accidents. They are someone’s brothers, sisters, and parents. Sadly, due to the negligence of drivers in our country, many families lose their loved ones daily. It’s heartbreaking that they don’t even get the chance to tenderly apply ointment to their wounds, as those wounds are of “death” and not the kind that heal.

Just like the song “Aba Ta Farkanna Hola,” many have already bid farewell to this world due to road accidents. It has made our lives uncertain and chaotic. Therefore, it is imperative for all of us to adopt measures of caution and awareness promptly.