Homage to my martyr colleagues.

 Ajoy Roy

 

[Today is 14th December, the nation is observing the Martyred Intellectuals Day today to mourn for the Bengali intellectuals and professionals brutally killed on this day in 1971 by the then Pakistani occupation army and their local collaborators- the Al-Badr & Al Shams killers at the fag-end of Bangladesh Liberation War. The killers were determined to cripple the nation intellectually, and they succeeded in liquidating some of the best sons of the soil. Mukto-Mona is republishing Prof. Ajoy Roy’s ‘Homage to my martyr colleagues’ on this eventful day to remember the Martyred Intellectuals, the forerunners of our fight for freedom.– Mukto-Mona Moderators]


Fourteenth December is known to us as “Shahid Budhijibi Dibas” (Martyr Intellectual Day). I am not sure if the word “Martyr” is the exact equivalent to “Shahid”. I think the word Shahid carries much more deeper feeling and intensive sense that touches heart. We shall, who had even remote touch with war of liberation for our motherland, Bangladesh or with those days of 69 – 71, the days of movement for autonomy, non-cooperation movement of 71 that ultimately led us to war with the occupying Pakistani army never forget these martyrs. If we do we would betray them and their cause. 

16th December is our victory day, the day on which the occupation force led by Niazi surrendered to the Joint commander of the Bangladesh-India joint force,  Lt. General Aurora, commander of the Eastern command of Indian force, popularly known as “Mitra Bahini”. Bangladesh Government and the Liberation force was represented by now Air Vice Marshal AK Khondkar, the then and freedom fighter Kader Siddiqui, Beeruttam, commander of the liberation force of Tangail-Jamalpur zone represented the freedom fighters.    

But why we should remember 14th December? I don’t know if our new generation in general knows the significance of the day or like the wards “Muktiyudha”, “Muktiyudher Chetana”, “Muktiyodha”, “Rajakar”, “Al Badar”, “Al Shams”– is now a “forgotten day” bearing no meaning to them. Between 12th -14th December of a group of intellectuals belonging to different professions were picked up by a locally organized auxiliary force collaborating with Pakistani force known as Al Badar and Al Shams. Most of them did not return. Later on when ultimately victory came we learnt with horrible shock and dismay that these great sons of Bangladesh had to be sacrificed at the alter of our dear independence.

How could we remember their sacrifice, their contribution for independence and liberation of our motherland ? The then Tazuddin Government declared this day as Martyr Intellectual Day so that we can remember them and their contribution perpetually. But the day lost its original significance since the turn over of history in 1975. Subsequent governments never observe the day in a true spirit.

The list of intellectuals killed during the entire nine months of our liberation war is quite long and wide spread. You can well imagine how long will be the list of general, unknown, unsung heroes who became Shahid. We say we had earned our independence at the cost of lives 30 lakh of Shahids and at the sacrifice of greatest wealth of thousands of our womenfolk. I take this opportunity to remember these unknown heroes and heroines and pay solemnly my respect to their feet. I am alive to day because they gave their life and honour to protect my life and many likes me. How could I forget them? But how many of us tried to repay this debt of ours by trying to discover their identity. Alas, only a few. Are we ungrateful, individually or collectively ?

Today I shall remember the by my tributes to my colleagues who became Shahids for our independence. Most of them were personally known to, many were intimately. How should I begin ? Alphabetically ? May be.

Readers, I shall take you to those terrible days when we were fighting for our independence as I pay homage to my martyr colleagues.

 

  Anudwaipayan Bhattacharya, Lecturer in Applied Physics (DU)

Anudwaipayan hailing from Sylhet was a student of mine in the physics department. All through he had an excellent academic. After obtaining an M.Sc. degree with first class he joined the newly created Department of Applied Physics in 1968. Simultaneously he was appointed assistant house tutor in Jagannath Hall. Socially conscious Anudwaipayan, although not an activist was a silent supporter of all progressive movement. He was selected for commonwealth scholarship and was scheduled to leave the country on 26th March, 1971. But alas, the dreadful army operation  “Operation Search light” in Jagannath hall on the black night of 25th March took his life. His body was never discovered. His body was buried in a mass grave dug by the Pakistani army on 26th March by bulldozer. I personally saw this grave on the following day when I went to see the devastating scene f battlefield in and around JN hall. But today I shall not describe it. Readers please pardon me. Let us remember him at least today for a moment. Please visit the mass grave within the JN hall premise if you have not done before.

 

Anowar Pasha, Senior Lecturer in Bangla (DU). 

A very good friend of mine, born in 1928 in the district of Murshidabad migrated to the then East Pakistan after obtaining M. A. degree in Bangla from Calcutta University. He began his teaching career as a lecturer in Pabna Edward College in 1958. He then came to Bangla Deparment of DU as a lecturer in Bangla in 1966. Subsequently he became Senior lecturer in 1970. A staunch supporter of Bengalism with all its associated attributes i.e. a believer of pluralism and secularism. He easily earned the animism of the fundamentalists against whom we were all then fighting. He was our comrade in arms. It is no wonder that he was picked up on the morning of 14th December by Al Badrs from his university residence. 

He never returned nor we could discover his dead body. He completed his novel “Rifle Roti Awarat” depicting those dreadful captive days of nine months. It’s a pen picture of his personal experience. The characters are true and properly represented. His other noteworthy works are Neer Sandhani, Nirupay Harini, Rabindra Choto Galpa Samisjkha.

A great personal loss to me.

 

Abdul Muktadir, Lecturer in Geology (DU)

He was my neighbor living in DU campus known as Fuller Road locality. All most every day we used to see each other. He always greeted me with a cheerful smile. A good looking medium stature was a typical Bangali in every respect. A silent and progressive supporter of non-cooperation movement. On the dreadful morning of 26th March he was shot dead at his residence by a group of army jowans of Pakistan when army raided our area in the early morning. From my 3rd floor flat through a window hole I saw his blood-letting dead body being dragged out and lifted on army truck. I shall never forget this scene nor shall I ever pardon those Pakistani beasts in human form.

 

Dr. Abdul Khayer, Senior Lecture in History, DU

Another very good friend and well wisher of mine. Born in 1929, he joined History department in 1955 as a lecturer. He did his Ph. D. on Foreign Policy USA as regards to Indian subcontinent from !937 – 1947. An enthusiastic supporter of independence movement of Bangladesh. He was an activist inside the university organizing movement of autonomy of university and non-cooperation movement. He was one of our gallant fighters. For this he had to pay very dearly. When I left Dacca in early April, 1971 after surviving the army crack down, I saw him in his hiding place and discussed with him my plan of action and requested him to accompany me or do the same later on. Alas he could not make it.

He was picked up by the army some time in August together with other few of the university teachers. But luckily he was released after a month. He stayed back in his university flat from where he was picked up by the Al Badrs on 10th December never to return. He was brutally killed.

 

Ataur Rahman Khan Khadim, Lecturer in Physic, DU

    Khan Khadim was my colleague in Physics Department. A dedicated teacher having extraordinary brilliant academic caliber. He studied theoretical physics fro Gotingent University in Germany and joined his alma mater in 1965. He was killed brutally by the Pakistani soldiers in an early dawn operation of 26th March in Dhaka Hall. He was shot dead in his room. A silent worker gave his life silently.

No body remembers him even in his department. We named one of the third year laboratories where he worked after his name. But when the laboratory was shifted to a new modern building his name was wiped out. This is the way we want to preserve our history of liberation movement. A sad aspect of our character indeed. 

 

Gyasuddin Ahmed, Senior Lecturer in History, DU

     Our Gyas Bhai, as he was known to us. A gallant fighter for our freedom movement and of our autonomy for university movement. A popular teacher loved equally loved by students and his colleagues. He joined DU as a lecturer in history in 1958. He got B. Sc (Hons) degree in Economics from London University. During those dreadful days of occupation period he was a house tutor of Mahasin Hall. In middle of August he was taken by the army along with his another colleague for interrogation. They were however released within a fortnight. But Al Bdars did not forget his pro-liberation activities from within occupation zone. He had to pay the price for it with his life for his decision to stay back and work from within.

A few years during AL regime of Hasina his sister filed a case of murder of Gyas Bhai against some members of the Al Badars.. But the court proceeded in such a slow manner that nothing came out ultimately.

The culprits are still around us; nay they are now in the seat of power. And we are in retreat. Have we fought for this Bangladesh? Who has the answer ?

 

Dr. G. C. Dev, Professor of Philosophy, DU

    Internationally known Philosopher Professor Dev was my teacher and Principal while I was a student of SN College studying Inter Science at Dinajpur. Principal Dev had to leave the college for local politics, which of course became a boon for him as DU offered him to join in Philosophy department in 1953. Dr. Dev as a Pundit of Indian Philosophy and eastern religion including Islam earned reputation for his department and the university through his writings. A well-known philosopher in Indian thoughts he devoted his life for education and research. But even then the Pakistani army during the dreadful night of 25th March raided his residence and killed him and his “son in law”, husband of his Moslem adopted daughter. 

His body was buried in the mass grave of JN hall.

 

Dr. Jyotirmoy Guhathakurata, Reader in English, DU (Provost of JN Hall)

     Dr. Guhathakuratha was my teacher in the sense he was my house tutor when I was a student of Dhaka Hall from 1953 – 57. A perfectly cultured person he was an out an out humanist. Whatever humanistic value I acquired, if any I leaned from him. He showed me how to love men irrespective of their difference in religion, caste and race. He was a follower of great personality Manavendra Ray. He was great lover of beauty, environment and whatever we understand by the word “fineness”. He was a perfectionist.

He joined English department in 1949 as a lecturer. He obtained the degree of Ph. D from London University in 1967. He became reader in 1968 and provost in 1970.

On the dreadful night of 25th March army raided his residence near the present Shahid Minar. He was shot at the throat. On the following Morning when army moved away from the locality he was moved to Dhaka Medical College Hospital. I went to see him in DMCH on 28th, and saw his pathetic condition. Unable to talk I found tears running down from his eyes over the cheek. I hold one hand of my dear sir. Nothing we can do or the doctors. The hospital was almost cordoned with army persons. I cannot describe the tense and fearful atmosphere and environment prevailing in and outside DMCH at that time. He breathed his last probably 29th or 30th March- I exactly do not know even today. When I visited hospital probably on 2nd or 3rd April, I found his bed empty. I did not dare to ask any one where had he gone. I cried in silence. Where gone his dead body no body knew, even after the country was liberated. His beloved wife, our dear Basanti di had to move it from one place to another to protect her and her little daughter “Dola”, a lovable little child. We must remember those brave friends of her who took so much pain and care to save her in those critical days.

In him I lost a true philosopher and guide.

Dr. N. A. M. Faizul Mahi, Senior Lecturer, Institute of Education & Research, DU 

Born in 1939 at Feni, Dr. Faizul Mahi, a tall handsome man was know to his friend circle as a progressive looking personality. He was not vocal compared to many of his colleagues in the university but very much dedicated to the cause of war of liberation that was going on from March to December, helping the freedom fighters from within keeping a low profile, a very difficult job indeed. But he could not keep secret of his real identity from the watchful eyes of his collaborator colleagues within IER. During non-cooperation movement or ’69 mass movement he had been always with us in our little effort to strengthen the nation wide movement for autonomy rapidly turning into a movement of independence under the charismatic leadership of Bangabandhu Sheikh Mujib and fiery Maulana and other national leaders.  Faizul Mahi an intimate friend of mine on personal level, used to live within the same locality where I lived. We meet almost every day at DUTA office room or DU club discussing the then existing situation in the country. He was a very knowledgeable man of deep understanding.  Mahi joined Institute of Education and Research in 1968 after obtaining Ed. D (doctorate in Education) and then soon became Senior Lecturer. He was a dedicated teacher.  The barbarous Al Badr group picked him on 14th December early in the morning from his residential quarter never to return to his family. 

Let us pay homage to this silent but gallant freedom fighter to day.

 

Dr. Fazlur Rahman Khan, Senior Lecturer in Soil Science, DU    

Dr. Fazlur Rahman was born in Mymensingh in 1939. He was a silent but dedicated teacher of the department. He joined the department in 1963 as a lecturer after obtaining M.Sc. degree in soil science. Subsequently he proceeded to London University, UK for higher studies obtaining degree of Doctor of Philosophy in 1968. He immediately returned to the University of his own.  I knew him as a dedicated researcher, a very rare quality we do not find in our younger colleague these days. 

On the dreadful night of 25th March ‘71 he was brutally killed by the members of the Pakistani army in his residence in Nilkhet area during army raid in the university campus. His dead body was left for several days, finally taken away by the army engaged in cleaning.

 

Prof. Munier Choudhury, Department of Bangla, DU 

A luminary in our literary and cultural world needs no introduction. Who could imagine that his Islamist students belonging to Al Badr bahini would pick up a great personality like him ? His only fault that he believed in Bengali identity of ours and worked for it. This is annoying for the fundamentalists as Munir Bhai had tremendous influence over his students and university colleagues. Once a dedicated theoretical communist turned into a liberal democrat Munier Choudhury was known for his liberal and secular views – the views he propagated through his notable writings and lectures. He was a great orator who could mould, charm and hypnotize his listeners.  Born in 1925 at Manikganj, Dhaka, originally hailed from Noakhali joined department of Bangla as a lecturer in 1955, before which he was a part time teacher in the English department. He was an M. A. in English, but while he was interned at Dhaka Central Jail (1953-54) during our language movement he did his M. A (first in first class) in Bangla.  He became Reader in 1962 and Professor in 1970 becoming and  Dean of faculty of arts in 1971 during occupation period of the university.  After the army crackdown in the university area in which he luckily escaped like many, he moved to his parent’s house, near Hatirpool. He became a totally dejected and broken man. Many of his student-like well-wishers requested him through our channel to come to liberated areas and work with us. But unfortunately Munir Bhai couldn’t mentally adjust to flee from his beloved motherland. He preferred to stay back and surrendered to his ‘fate’ to which I personally believe he had no faith. When I reflect back– the question still hunts me why Munir Bhai took such a decision while his younger son was a freedom fighter. It did pain me and even now I cannot forget it. We lost a great son of Bangladesh who could contribute much more to what he had already done in our cultural and literary arena. Son like Munier Choudhury born once in a century in a country like ours.  His notable literary works include Raktakta Prantar, Kabar (written within jail)- a classic work in deed, Dandakaranya, Mir Mans, Palashi Barrack o Annanya, Bangla Gadyariti.  He denounced the title ‘Sitar I- Imtiaz’ awarded to him by Pakistan Government (1966) during non-cooperation movement (1971).  The members of the Al Badr picked him from his residence at Hatirpul and subsequently killed him at the dawn of our liberation. His dead body never could be identified. 

In him I personally lost a true guide, a great benevolent well-wisher. How could I forget his love and affection I received from him? To great a loss to absorb ! Long live Munir Bhai and his ideals. 

Mofazzal Haidar Choudhury, Reader in Bangla, DU 

A mild soft spoken and naturally shy, Mr. Choudhury could be killed by Al Badrs was beyond imagination. He was not an activist in any sense, nor was he a publicly known figure- even then the Al Badr Bahini picked him up on 14th December from his residence where he was hiding. It is now known that Al Badrs came to his residence at Fuller Road area and forcibly took his mail servant who was looking after the house during their absence. The servant could not bear the torture any more who was forcibly carried to his hiding place.  Mr. Choudhury was my neighbour just living opposite to my residence before the dreadful night of 25th March. Then we dispersed on 27th March immediately after the curfew was withdrawn. He was so kind hearted that, knowing that I had not much acquaintances or relatives in Dacca he offered me to accompany them which I politely declined as I did not want to put him in a more dangerous situation in keeping me with him an activist like me and that too a Hindu. 

Mr. Choudhury, born in Noakhali in 1926, joined department of Bangla in 1955. He studied at London University for couple of years in linguistics. He was awarded ‘Sahitya Bharati’ by the Viswa Bharati University, Santiniketan. He became Reader in Bengali 1970. His famous writings include Bangla Banan o Lipi Sanskar, Rabi Parikrama, Colloquial Bengali, Bhasa o Sanskriti, Sahityer Nava Rupayan etc.

Muhammad Murtaza (Doctor), Medical officer, DU 

How could I forget him? I owe my life to him. He saved me from the probable onslaught at the hands of the Pakistani bahini. I was then hiding in a residential flat of a good friend of mine at Dhanmondi some time in the first week of April. A military zeep came at about 2-30 pm with some army officials. They enquired to my host who happened to be a medical practitioner whether a professor of DU was hiding here. He some how managed to impress upon them that no such person was residing in his residence. In fact I was not staying within his flat, but to an adjacent small flatlet behind but adjacent to the main building. My friend advised me that it would not be safe for me to stay there as the army might come back if they had positive information. We decided that best safe place would be, for to night at least, my university quarter. Because before coming over here the army  must had checked with my original residence. Just before the curfew was re-imposed in the evening I quietly moved to the university flat unnoticed- a barren, deserted and dreadfully calm place then. But Dr. Murtaza, who lived just opposite to my flat on the ground floor, noticed my arrival from his window. Immediately he came to my place knocking the door with a whispering voice asking me to open the door. I didn’t put on any light. He advised me to leave the place the earliest moment, preferably early in the morning tomorrow as soon as the curfew was lifted. When I argued that when he could stay here why should I not. He replied that he was not that activist, – he was primarily a Maoist theoretician plus he was a medical doctor. He further advised me that so long I could not move to a safer place, I must not get out of the flat he would do the necessary domestic things. He also asked one of his aids to find me a place of safety. I left the flat a couple of days later to a new hiding place.  But alas, the doctor could not hide his own identity from the watchful eyes of the Pakistani collaborators. They new that the gentleman under the disguise of an innocent doctor was helping the cause of our liberation by treating the injured guerillas operating within the city and supplying emergency medicines to the freedom fighters.  He joined the Dacca Medical Centre as a medical officer in 1955 after obtaining MBBS degree from Dacca Medical College in 1954.  He was serious writer, a dedicated communist. His notable works are Chikita Shastrer Kahini, Prachin Vijnaner Kahini, Hunaner Krisak Andolan, Pak-Bharater Yudher Tatparya, Jana Sankhya o Sampad, Shanti na Shakti.  He was picked up on 14th December by a group of Al Badrs from his university residence. He was taken blindfolded with a ‘orna’ of his beloved little daughter Miti. 

I lost not only a great friend of mine but a true well-wisher in a most critical time of my life. How could I forget him ! 

Muhammad Sadat Ali, Lecturer in Education, IER, DU 

Honestly speaking I didn’t know much of him, although we had nodding acquaintance. Born in 28th January in 1942, he hailed from Narshindi.  Mr. Sadek after returning from USA with Ed. D degree from American Colorodo State College joined IER as a lecturer sometime in 1970. He was a professor in Narsingdi college before he came to DU. 

He left his Dhaka residence on 26th April ’71 presumambly for his village home, but since then no trace of him found. It was heard later that on his way home to Narshingdi he might had been arrested by the army and killed. 

 

Muhammad Sadek, Head Master, University Laboratory School  

Mr. Sadek was born in Bhola in 1939. He was a Head master in charge of the University Labratory High School. He used to live in Fuller road area on the ground floor of Building number 11.  In the morning of 26th March ’71 under curfew the army raided in our area and entered the flat of Mr. Sadek forcibly. He was immediately shot at before he could disclose his identity. He was left at his residence profusely bleeding without any medical aids. Ultimately he succumbed to his fatal injury. 

On 27th Morning when curfew was lifted for a few hours, his body was temporarily buried in a lawn just behind the building. 

Rashedul Hasan, Lecturer in English, DU 

A very good friend of mine, Rashedul Hasan, born in 1932 at Bhirbhum district in West Bengal migrated to this part of the subcontinent then under Pakistani rule in 1949. He obtained B.A.(Hons.) and M. A in English from DU in 1957 and 1958 respectively. He taught at various colleges including Narsingdi, Pabna Edward College and Krishna Chandra College of Bhirbhum in West Bengal. Finally he joined English Department, DU as a lecturer in 1967. Rashedul was a good orator- his thoughtful eloquent speech on many occasion in DUTA meetings earned praise from his colleagues.     

He was a liberal democrat and a life long fighter against fundamentalism and communalism.

 A close friend of Anawar Pasha, Rashedul Hasan was picked up together with his friend Anawar from the same flat within the DU campus. The two families were then living together in a flat in Isa Khan Road area within the campus.

 

Sharafat Ali, Lecturer in Mathematics, DU 

An ex-student and a junior colleague of mine in mathematics department was killed by the army in a predawn operation search light directed against Dacca Hall near Curzon Hall area. Sharafat was then residing in one of the rooms meant for junior and bachelor teachers in a two storied building adjacent to dining hall of the students’ dormitory. He was brutally killed by a group of soldiers forcibly entering his room. His dead body together with his colleague Mr. Khan Khadim was left unattended for several days before the army men carried it away.

 Sharafat, born in 1943 hailed from Comilla. He obtained B.Sc (Hons) and M. Sc degrees in Mathematics in 1966 and 1967 respectively. He was appointed Lecturer in Mathematics in 1968 and subsequently an assistant house tutor in Dacca Hall. 

Who thought a subdued and mild natured innocent boy, a potentially brilliant teacher were be a sacrifice at the alter of our independence. How could we pardon these war criminals ?

 But we did, and failed to bring those war criminals to justice. Not only that, the day might be awaiting for us when those demons would have to be praised or worshiped for trying to save disintegrating Pakistan. Why not, if collaborators could today share power within the government is it an utopian thought ? 

Santosh Bhattacharyya, Senior Lecturer in History, DU

Son of a famous and traditional Bramhin family of a village just on the other side river Buriganga- a village called Yantrail, Shree Santosh Bhattacharyya was born on 30th August, 1915. The family was very much known for its Sanskritic learning and studies. He passed B. A. (Hons.) and M. A. in history from Dacca University n 1937 and 1938 respectively. After serving as a professor of history in JN college for over 10 years he subsequently joined history department of DU as a lecturer in History in 1949. He became Senior lecturer after a few years. 

Santosh Babu, as he was popularly known among his friend circles, was known for his scholarship particularly in the discipline of ancient Indian history, Sanskrit language and literature. He had a powerful pen in English as well as in Bangla. He was an expert of Maurian period of Indian History with special expertise in Chanakays’ works including ‘Kautilya’s Arthasastra’ (Poltical and Economical treatise of Kautilya).

  After the army crackdown in the dreadful night of 25th March, Santosh Babu moved to his village home in order to escape army assault. He had seen his own eyes the ferocity of army operation. But he dared not stay back in his home because as per directives of the army order he had to join the university as a loyal citizen and returned to his university residence within the campus. His friends failed to induce him that to stay in the campus was not safe for him. They further requested him to cross over to India to which Mr. Bhattacharyya declined saying ‘I shall not leave my motherland, why should I ? I have not done anything wrong.’ He had to pay for his decision.  On The 14th December together with his other colleagues, Al Badrs picked him up from his Isa Khan residence. His disfigured body was discovered by his friends from the Rayer Bajar killing spot. 

Santosh Bhattacharyya was my respected teacher in Dacca Hall. I had greatest respect and love for him. He was our house tutor from 1954-1957. He was a very lovable person with open heart. He could mix with his students very freely irrespective of their age and  difference in cultural and economic status. 

 

Sirajul Haque Khan, Senior Lecturer in Education, IER, DU 

Dr. Siajul Haque Khan was born in 1924 in the district of Noakhali. He graduated in Education in 1949 and then he obtained M. Ed degree from IER, DU in 1965. Later on he obtained Ed. D from the State College of Colorado, USA in 1967 after which he joined IER, DU as a senior lecturer in the following year.  Honestly speaking, I had only nodding acquaintance with him as a neigbour living in the same area within the campus.  A group of Al Badr members took him forcibly in a bus in the morning of 14th December to an unknown destination from where he did never return to his beloved family. The brutal collaborators killed him, yes killed this fine and honest straightforward gentleman. The barbarous Pakistani army were kicked out of the sacred soil of Bangladesh, but the left over collaborators of theirs not only successfully survived and flourished following the historic tragic event of 1975 but occupied the seat of power now centering our great lady Madam Zia.  

Whom should we blame? We the survivors after 1971 who failed to carry the true message of war of liberation and independent Bangla to our future generation.


Prof. Ajoy K. Roy, the Rtd. Professor of Physics in Dhaka University, is one of the  pioneer members of Mukto-Mona Advisory Board.  Prof. Roy, as a secular democrat believes in rationalism and secularism. As an ardent activist of Human Rights he has participated in most movements against Human Rights violation in Bangladesh. He recently achieved Bangla Academy Fellowship award in recognition of his total contribution in Scientific and Academic research.  He can be reached at: [email protected]

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