Time and Tide Wait for None :Syed Mohd. Saleh Uddin

Time and Tide Wait for none
Syed Mohd. Saleh Uddin

At the west of SOE the School of Electronics where there was a Mazar (grave of a Muslim mystic). Exact direction now is not in my memory. Crossing it Risalat and I used to reach the bank of Arabian Sea. In the low tide water mark was far away. Then mud skippers were the kings there. Once I was astonished waves of water was rushing towards the bank. During the time of high tide such happened. Sound of the sea gradually increased. From the bank we used to see waves that were breaking in the bank. During low tide we walked in between the corals. Some times ran after a red crab that soon took shelter in a hole under a coral colony. In the Mazar in some occasions Kawals (Kawali singers group) came. They sang their favorite Kawali. In Pakistan ‘Dama dam Maskalander……….Alida poila number’ was very famous one. Once in a day we heard sound of Guns from the side of the sea then saw a Sabre was flying and long behind that a big piece of cloth following the Sabre. Bullets from the Ack Ack guns were going up and hitting the flying cloth but not the Sabre. We came to know it was Ack Ack guns firing practice. Once the time of Korangi Creek was lost in the Maha kal (ever flowing time). We left behind Karachi (1970). Bengali Bastis in Babla jungles of sandy Korangi, Orangi etc places were as they were. Bengalis in New Karachi, Najma bad etc places were in gentle localities. They were dreaming of happy life with probably a good job each or a business. New trainees of SOA probably were allotted our vacant charpoys. So, they shared all what we shared. Still in my memory, in high tides fishing boats near PAF Korangi Creek, the flying of the seagulls over the water lines and fishing birds charmed us. The swift movements of Shaheen Eagles frightened flying seagulls. They all had gone out of sight. The Shaheen Eagle is insignia of PAF and also of BAF. This bird can fly in the sky of desert, mountain and sea with same skill. It was in Sagodha, Bannu etc. In the sky of Chashma it was also there.

In the Chasma camp, I never saw Risalat. He was a non Bengali of Saidpur. Most probably he was granted asylum in Pakistan and was posted to a PAF base. As my fellow airman he was very well behaved. However we heard few other airmen who were non Bengali granted asylum on their own request. Most probably that process was completed before movement to the Chasma camp. Mean while from the camp a group of sick person were repatriated. Two of them were my closure. I re-quested one to carry one of my pant piece and a west end wrist watch to carry it to Bangladesh. He told me,” If I die what will be with your goods.” As ill luck would have it he died a few days later reaching Bangladesh. May Allah grant him a good abode in Jannat (Heaven). They were sent to Karachi and were repatriated from there. We were passing time as usual. We were happy when we saw our wall paper is being read by others. Once I saw kobi Kader was standing in front of the wall magazine ‘Porosh Moony’ and making some note. I was happy. Sometimes I also stood in front of his Paper and read poetry. The paper was hanged in the outer wall of a big building what was built for the French as their cultural centre. In it there was a bar for them and a ball room. It was also their club where they met, drank and danced. They carried their culture with them. So, when the bar became a canteen for us there was no wine or beer or whisky instead all the Halal goods were available there. Ball room was converted to Mosque. Under the leadership of Sgt. Rashid in that mosque after Asar Prayer from the holy Quran Sura Yasin was recited. Most probably there were completion of few Dua Yunus. In the mosque regular five times prayer and also Friday juma prayer were commenced. In off time devotees liked to recite holy Quran in the mosque. In the camp Tabligue Zamat was also very active. In the hot days of the desert it was tough to go to the mosque during Zohur prayer. Mosollees (devotees) just covered the head and mouth by a piece of cloth and just ran to the mosque.
In that scorching heat for dogs were difficult to move open. Like us they also used to take less food. They were seen taking rest in the Kata Mehdi bush (a type of thorny bush) with their tongue out what probably helped them to have some cold feelings. We had to go to mosque crossing that thorny bush what was about 50 or more yards southern sidTime and Tide Wait for none
Syed Mohd. Saleh Uddin

At the west of SOE the School of Electronics where there was a Mazar (grave of a Muslim mystic). Exact direction now is not in my memory. Crossing it Risalat and I used to reach the bank of Arabian Sea. In the low tide water mark was far away. Then mud skippers were the kings there. Once I was astonished waves of water was rushing towards the bank. During the time of high tide such happened. Sound of the sea gradually increased. From the bank we used to see waves that were breaking in the bank. During low tide we walked in between the corals. Some times ran after a red crab that soon took shelter in a hole under a coral colony. In the Mazar in some occasions Kawals (Kawali singers group) came. They sang their favorite Kawali. In Pakistan ‘Dama dam Maskalander……….Alida poila number’ was very famous one. Once in a day we heard sound of Guns from the side of the sea then saw a Sabre was flying and long behind that a big piece of cloth following the Sabre. Bullets from the Ack Ack guns were going up and hitting the flying cloth but not the Sabre. We came to know it was Ack Ack guns firing practice. Once the time of Korangi Creek was lost in the Maha kal (ever flowing time). We left behind Karachi (1970). Bengali Bastis in Babla jungles of sandy Korangi, Orangi etc places were as they were. Bengalis in New Karachi, Najma bad etc places were in gentle localities. They were dreaming of happy life with probably a good job each or a business. New trainees of SOA probably were allotted our vacant charpoys. So, they shared all what we shared. Still in my memory, in high tides fishing boats near PAF Korangi Creek, the flying of the seagulls over the water lines and fishing birds charmed us. The swift movements of Shaheen Eagles frightened flying seagulls. They all had gone out of sight. The Shaheen Eagle is insignia of PAF and also of BAF. This bird can fly in the sky of desert, mountain and sea with same skill. It was in Sagodha, Bannu etc. In the sky of Chashma it was also there.

In the Chasma camp, I never saw Risalat. He was a non Bengali of Saidpur. Most probably he was granted asylum in Pakistan and was posted to a PAF base. As my fellow airman he was very well behaved. However we heard few other airmen who were non Bengali granted asylum on their own request. Most probably that process was completed before movement to the Chasma camp. Mean while from the camp a group of sick person were repatriated. Two of them were my closure. I re-quested one to carry one of my pant piece and a west end wrist watch to carry it to Bangladesh. He told me,” If I die what will be with your goods.” As ill luck would have it he died a few days later reaching Bangladesh. May Allah grant him a good abode in Jannat (Heaven). They were sent to Karachi and were repatriated from there. We were passing time as usual. We were happy when we saw our wall paper is being read by others. Once I saw kobi Kader was standing in front of the wall magazine ‘Porosh Moony’ and making some note. I was happy. Sometimes I also stood in front of his Paper and read poetry. The paper was hanged in the outer wall of a big building what was built for the French as their cultural centre. In it there was a bar for them and a ball room. It was also their club where they met, drank and danced. They carried their culture with them. So, when the bar became a canteen for us there was no wine or beer or whisky instead all the Halal goods were available there. Ball room was converted to Mosque. Under the leadership of Sgt. Rashid in that mosque after Asar Prayer from the holy Quran Sura Yasin was recited. Most probably there were completion of few Dua Yunus. In the mosque regular five times prayer and also Friday juma prayer were commenced. In off time devotees liked to recite holy Quran in the mosque. In the camp Tabligue Zamat was also very active. In the hot days of the desert it was tough to go to the mosque during Zohur prayer. Mosollees (devotees) just covered the head and mouth by a piece of cloth and just ran to the mosque.
In that scorching heat for dogs were difficult to move open. Like us they also used to take less food. They were seen taking rest in the Kata Mehdi bush (a type of thorny bush) with their tongue out what probably helped them to have some cold feelings. We had to go to mosque crossing that thorny bush what was about 50 or more yards southern side of our living block. In between there was a big swimming pool. Most probably whose water was not change after French has gone. Once an airman jumped on the pool but hurriedly he left the pool because there was severe itching in his body by water. Most probably that was the colony of hundreds type’s of harmful bacteria. So he ran to the Barrack. Took bath with soap for a long time and was relieved. But that water of the pool was ideal place for many types of frogs’ coitus game. So, that pool was good living for the frogs and frog young’s. Their natural foe snakes were also not seen there. In that heat for birds had rows of trees by the side of the road. That tree was not known to us. But its leaf was maple leaf type and from the wound of tree juice seen coming out that was sweet in test. There common tailor bird (Tuntuni) was seen dancing. Sometimes cuckoos were also seen. Melodious songs of other birds and chirpings of ducks flying around the Chasma barrage and doves from tree were also heard.
By the left side of the swimming pool there was a school bhaban (building) probably built for the children of that French people only! As they were not there that building was empty. One of the rooms was allotted for the chapel of the Christian of the camp. Sgt. Asjad was the senior most Christian there. Under his leader ship they organized their Sunday prayer. Among other Christians Edmond, Lawrence and Cardozo I can remember.
Among other religious group number of Hindu was considerable. Among them Auron Borun Choudhury was a devoted Hindu. He had some sorrows. It will be discussed in the other story.

Getting job in the Air Force now is certainly a Joy. Such was the case in our time. In peace time it was joy for all. Airman used to say proudly, “I serve in the Air force”. Not only in my time but also long before who joined the PAF and was retired from Air force had their proud expression as, “ I served in the Air force” . Thereupon I like to cite an example. I got married when I was the Education JCO of the 33 East Bengal Regiment in 1977 and was serving in the Rajshahi cantonment. My father in law Gazi Mohd. Kahfel Wara was then an instructor of the Rajshahi Poly technique Institute. When he heard that I was in the Air force, he exclaimed and proudly said, “I also served in the Air force.” He was equally proud for his Air force job as well as his Poly technique instructor’s job. For his ‘Advanced’ course in PAF he got the teaching job in such prestigious Government institute. My mother in law had also nostalgia about her stay in PAF quarter. She still says about her long journey by C-130 from PAF Chaklala to PAF Dhaka. Her grand children repeatedly heard her story in PAF quarters. However, being an Air force airman I had pride and joy like those who joined together with me. I had rather two joys. In February 1969 I joined the PAF. It was certainly a joy for me. In December 1976 I joined the AEC of Bangladesh Army from the BAF. It was another joy. Everywhere there were occasions of joy and sorrow. Where people do live there these two are parts of life, so same was with me. In the next story I shall tell about my and other Bengali airmen’s long journey what was mixed with joy and sorrow. In PAF from our recruitment to repatriation we stayed in different bases and camps that all are past.
Time and Tide Wait for none
Syed Mohd. Saleh Uddin

At the west of SOE the School of Electronics where there was a Mazar (grave of a Muslim mystic). Exact direction now is not in my memory. Crossing it Risalat and I used to reach the bank of Arabian Sea. In the low tide water mark was far away. Then mud skippers were the kings there. Once I was astonished waves of water was rushing towards the bank. During the time of high tide such happened. Sound of the sea gradually increased. From the bank we used to see waves that were breaking in the bank. During low tide we walked in between the corals. Some times ran after a red crab that soon took shelter in a hole under a coral colony. In the Mazar in some occasions Kawals (Kawali singers group) came. They sang their favorite Kawali. In Pakistan ‘Dama dam Maskalander……….Alida poila number’ was very famous one. Once in a day we heard sound of Guns from the side of the sea then saw a Sabre was flying and long behind that a big piece of cloth following the Sabre. Bullets from the Ack Ack guns were going up and hitting the flying cloth but not the Sabre. We came to know it was Ack Ack guns firing practice. Once the time of Korangi Creek was lost in the Maha kal (ever flowing time). We left behind Karachi (1970). Bengali Bastis in Babla jungles of sandy Korangi, Orangi etc places were as they were. Bengalis in New Karachi, Najma bad etc places were in gentle localities. They were dreaming of happy life with probably a good job each or a business. New trainees of SOA probably were allotted our vacant charpoys. So, they shared all what we shared. Still in my memory, in high tides fishing boats near PAF Korangi Creek, the flying of the seagulls over the water lines and fishing birds charmed us. The swift movements of Shaheen Eagles frightened flying seagulls. They all had gone out of sight. The Shaheen Eagle is insignia of PAF and also of BAF. This bird can fly in the sky of desert, mountain and sea with same skill. It was in Sagodha, Bannu etc. In the sky of Chashma it was also there.

In the Chasma camp, I never saw Risalat. He was a non Bengali of Saidpur. Most probably he was granted asylum in Pakistan and was posted to a PAF base. As my fellow airman he was very well behaved. However we heard few other airmen who were non Bengali granted asylum on their own request. Most probably that process was completed before movement to the Chasma camp. Mean while from the camp a group of sick person were repatriated. Two of them were my closure. I re-quested one to carry one of my pant piece and a west end wrist watch to carry it to Bangladesh. He told me,” If I die what will be with your goods.” As ill luck would have it he died a few days later reaching Bangladesh. May Allah grant him a good abode in Jannat (Heaven). They were sent to Karachi and were repatriated from there. We were passing time as usual. We were happy when we saw our wall paper is being read by others. Once I saw kobi Kader was standing in front of the wall magazine ‘Porosh Moony’ and making some note. I was happy. Sometimes I also stood in front of his Paper and read poetry. The paper was hanged in the outer wall of a big building what was built for the French as their cultural centre. In it there was a bar for them and a ball room. It was also their club where they met, drank and danced. They carried their culture with them. So, when the bar became a canteen for us there was no wine or beer or whisky instead all the Halal goods were available there. Ball room was converted to Mosque. Under the leadership of Sgt. Rashid in that mosque after Asar Prayer from the holy Quran Sura Yasin was recited. Most probably there were completion of few Dua Yunus. In the mosque regular five times prayer and also Friday juma prayer were commenced. In off time devotees liked to recite holy Quran in the mosque. In the camp Tabligue Zamat was also very active. In the hot days of the desert it was tough to go to the mosque during Zohur prayer. Mosollees (devotees) just covered the head and mouth by a piece of cloth and just ran to the mosque.
In that scorching heat for dogs were difficult to move open. Like us they also used to take less food. They were seen taking rest in the Kata Mehdi bush (a type of thorny bush) with their tongue out what probably helped them to have some cold feelings. We had to go to mosque crossing that thorny bush what was about 50 or more yards southern side of our living block. In between there was a big swimming pool. Most probably whose water was not change after French has gone. Once an airman jumped on the pool but hurriedly he left the pool because there was severe itching in his body by water. Most probably that was the colony of hundreds type’s of harmful bacteria. So he ran to the Barrack. Took bath with soap for a long time and was relieved. But that water of the pool was ideal place for many types of frogs’ coitus game. So, that pool was good living for the frogs and frog young’s. Their natural foe snakes were also not seen there. In that heat for birds had rows of trees by the side of the road. That tree was not known to us. But its leaf was maple leaf type and from the wound of tree juice seen coming out that was sweet in test. There common tailor bird (Tuntuni) was seen dancing. Sometimes cuckoos were also seen. Melodious songs of other birds and chirpings of ducks flying around the Chasma barrage and doves from tree were also heard.
By the left side of the swimming pool there was a school bhaban (building) probably built for the children of that French people only! As they were not there that building was empty. One of the rooms was allotted for the chapel of the Christian of the camp. Sgt. Asjad was the senior most Christian there. Under his leader ship they organized their Sunday prayer. Among other Christians Edmond, Lawrence and Cardozo I can remember.
Among other religious group number of Hindu was considerable. Among them Auron Borun Choudhury was a devoted Hindu. He had some sorrows. It will be discussed in the other story.

Getting job in the Air Force now is certainly a Joy. Such was the case in our time. In peace time it was joy for all. Airman used to say proudly, “I serve in the Air force”. Not only in my time but also long before who joined the PAF and was retired from Air force had their proud expression as, “ I served in the Air force” . Thereupon I like to cite an example. I got married when I was the Education JCO of the 33 East Bengal Regiment in 1977 and was serving in the Rajshahi cantonment. My father in law Gazi Mohd. Kahfel Wara was then an instructor of the Rajshahi Poly technique Institute. When he heard that I was in the Air force, he exclaimed and proudly said, “I also served in the Air force.” He was equally proud for his Air force job as well as his Poly technique instructor’s job. For his ‘Advanced’ course in PAF he got the teaching job in such prestigious Government institute. My mother in law had also nostalgia about her stay in PAF quarter. She still says about her long journey by C-130 from PAF Chaklala to PAF Dhaka. Her grand children repeatedly heard her story in PAF quarters. However, being an Air force airman I had pride and joy like those who joined together with me. I had rather two joys. In February 1969 I joined the PAF. It was certainly a joy for me. In December 1976 I joined the AEC of Bangladesh Army from the BAF. It was another joy. Everywhere there were occasions of joy and sorrow. Where people do live there these two are parts of life, so same was with me. In the next story I shall tell about my and other Bengali airmen’s long journey what was mixed with joy and sorrow. In PAF from our recruitment to repatriation we stayed in different bases and camps that all are past.
Time and Tide Wait for none
Syed Mohd. Saleh Uddin

At the west of SOE the School of Electronics where there was a Mazar (grave of a Muslim mystic). Exact direction now is not in my memory. Crossing it Risalat and I used to reach the bank of Arabian Sea. In the low tide water mark was far away. Then mud skippers were the kings there. Once I was astonished waves of water was rushing towards the bank. During the time of high tide such happened. Sound of the sea gradually increased. From the bank we used to see waves that were breaking in the bank. During low tide we walked in between the corals. Some times ran after a red crab that soon took shelter in a hole under a coral colony. In the Mazar in some occasions Kawals (Kawali singers group) came. They sang their favorite Kawali. In Pakistan ‘Dama dam Maskalander……….Alida poila number’ was very famous one. Once in a day we heard sound of Guns from the side of the sea then saw a Sabre was flying and long behind that a big piece of cloth following the Sabre. Bullets from the Ack Ack guns were going up and hitting the flying cloth but not the Sabre. We came to know it was Ack Ack guns firing practice. Once the time of Korangi Creek was lost in the Maha kal (ever flowing time). We left behind Karachi (1970). Bengali Bastis in Babla jungles of sandy Korangi, Orangi etc places were as they were. Bengalis in New Karachi, Najma bad etc places were in gentle localities. They were dreaming of happy life with probably a good job each or a business. New trainees of SOA probably were allotted our vacant charpoys. So, they shared all what we shared. Still in my memory, in high tides fishing boats near PAF Korangi Creek, the flying of the seagulls over the water lines and fishing birds charmed us. The swift movements of Shaheen Eagles frightened flying seagulls. They all had gone out of sight. The Shaheen Eagle is insignia of PAF and also of BAF. This bird can fly in the sky of desert, mountain and sea with same skill. It was in Sagodha, Bannu etc. In the sky of Chashma it was also there.

In the Chasma camp, I never saw Risalat. He was a non Bengali of Saidpur. Most probably he was granted asylum in Pakistan and was posted to a PAF base. As my fellow airman he was very well behaved. However we heard few other airmen who were non Bengali granted asylum on their own request. Most probably that process was completed before movement to the Chasma camp. Mean while from the camp a group of sick person were repatriated. Two of them were my closure. I re-quested one to carry one of my pant piece and a west end wrist watch to carry it to Bangladesh. He told me,” If I die what will be with your goods.” As ill luck would have it he died a few days later reaching Bangladesh. May Allah grant him a good abode in Jannat (Heaven). They were sent to Karachi and were repatriated from there. We were passing time as usual. We were happy when we saw our wall paper is being read by others. Once I saw kobi Kader was standing in front of the wall magazine ‘Porosh Moony’ and making some note. I was happy. Sometimes I also stood in front of his Paper and read poetry. The paper was hanged in the outer wall of a big building what was built for the French as their cultural centre. In it there was a bar for them and a ball room. It was also their club where they met, drank and danced. They carried their culture with them. So, when the bar became a canteen for us there was no wine or beer or whisky instead all the Halal goods were available there. Ball room was converted to Mosque. Under the leadership of Sgt. Rashid in that mosque after Asar Prayer from the holy Quran Sura Yasin was recited. Most probably there were completion of few Dua Yunus. In the mosque regular five times prayer and also Friday juma prayer were commenced. In off time devotees liked to recite holy Quran in the mosque. In the camp Tabligue Zamat was also very active. In the hot days of the desert it was tough to go to the mosque during Zohur prayer. Mosollees (devotees) just covered the head and mouth by a piece of cloth and just ran to the mosque.
In that scorching heat for dogs were difficult to move open. Like us they also used to take less food. They were seen taking rest in the Kata Mehdi bush (a type of thorny bush) with their tongue out what probably helped them to have some cold feelings. We had to go to mosque crossing that thorny bush what was about 50 or more yards southern side of our living block. In between there was a big swimming pool. Most probably whose water was not change after French has gone. Once an airman jumped on the pool but hurriedly he left the pool because there was severe itching in his body by water. Most probably that was the colony of hundreds type’s of harmful bacteria. So he ran to the Barrack. Took bath with soap for a long time and was relieved. But that water of the pool was ideal place for many types of frogs’ coitus game. So, that pool was good living for the frogs and frog young’s. Their natural foe snakes were also not seen there. In that heat for birds had rows of trees by the side of the road. That tree was not known to us. But its leaf was maple leaf type and from the wound of tree juice seen coming out that was sweet in test. There common tailor bird (Tuntuni) was seen dancing. Sometimes cuckoos were also seen. Melodious songs of other birds and chirpings of ducks flying around the Chasma barrage and doves from tree were also heard.
By the left side of the swimming pool there was a school bhaban (building) probably built for the children of that French people only! As they were not there that building was empty. One of the rooms was allotted for the chapel of the Christian of the camp. Sgt. Asjad was the senior most Christian there. Under his leader ship they organized their Sunday prayer. Among other Christians Edmond, Lawrence and Cardozo I can remember.
Among other religious group number of Hindu was considerable. Among them Auron Borun Choudhury was a devoted Hindu. He had some sorrows. It will be discussed in the other story.

Getting job in the Air Force now is certainly a Joy. Such was the case in our time. In peace time it was joy for all. Airman used to say proudly, “I serve in the Air force”. Not only in my time but also long before who joined the PAF and was retired from Air force had their proud expression as, “ I served in the Air force” . Thereupon I like to cite an example. I got married when I was the Education JCO of the 33 East Bengal Regiment in 1977 and was serving in the Rajshahi cantonment. My father in law Gazi Mohd. Kahfel Wara was then an instructor of the Rajshahi Poly technique Institute. When he heard that I was in the Air force, he exclaimed and proudly said, “I also served in the Air force.” He was equally proud for his Air force job as well as his Poly technique instructor’s job. For his ‘Advanced’ course in PAF he got the teaching job in such prestigious Government institute. My mother in law had also nostalgia about her stay in PAF quarter. She still says about her long journey by C-130 from PAF Chaklala to PAF Dhaka. Her grand children repeatedly heard her story in PAF quarters. However, being an Air force airman I had pride and joy like those who joined together with me. I had rather two joys. In February 1969 I joined the PAF. It was certainly a joy for me. In December 1976 I joined the AEC of Bangladesh Army from the BAF. It was another joy. Everywhere there were occasions of joy and sorrow. Where people do live there these two are parts of life, so same was with me. In the next story I shall tell about my and other Bengali airmen’s long journey what was mixed with joy and sorrow. In PAF from our recruitment to repatriation we stayed in different bases and camps that all are past.
Time and Tide Wait for none
Syed Mohd. Saleh Uddin

At the west of SOE the School of Electronics where there was a Mazar (grave of a Muslim mystic). Exact direction now is not in my memory. Crossing it Risalat and I used to reach the bank of Arabian Sea. In the low tide water mark was far away. Then mud skippers were the kings there. Once I was astonished waves of water was rushing towards the bank. During the time of high tide such happened. Sound of the sea gradually increased. From the bank we used to see waves that were breaking in the bank. During low tide we walked in between the corals. Some times ran after a red crab that soon took shelter in a hole under a coral colony. In the Mazar in some occasions Kawals (Kawali singers group) came. They sang their favorite Kawali. In Pakistan ‘Dama dam Maskalander……….Alida poila number’ was very famous one. Once in a day we heard sound of Guns from the side of the sea then saw a Sabre was flying and long behind that a big piece of cloth following the Sabre. Bullets from the Ack Ack guns were going up and hitting the flying cloth but not the Sabre. We came to know it was Ack Ack guns firing practice. Once the time of Korangi Creek was lost in the Maha kal (ever flowing time). We left behind Karachi (1970). Bengali Bastis in Babla jungles of sandy Korangi, Orangi etc places were as they were. Bengalis in New Karachi, Najma bad etc places were in gentle localities. They were dreaming of happy life with probably a good job each or a business. New trainees of SOA probably were allotted our vacant charpoys. So, they shared all what we shared. Still in my memory, in high tides fishing boats near PAF Korangi Creek, the flying of the seagulls over the water lines and fishing birds charmed us. The swift movements of Shaheen Eagles frightened flying seagulls. They all had gone out of sight. The Shaheen Eagle is insignia of PAF and also of BAF. This bird can fly in the sky of desert, mountain and sea with same skill. It was in Sagodha, Bannu etc. In the sky of Chashma it was also there.

In the Chasma camp, I never saw Risalat. He was a non Bengali of Saidpur. Most probably he was granted asylum in Pakistan and was posted to a PAF base. As my fellow airman he was very well behaved. However we heard few other airmen who were non Bengali granted asylum on their own request. Most probably that process was completed before movement to the Chasma camp. Mean while from the camp a group of sick person were repatriated. Two of them were my closure. I re-quested one to carry one of my pant piece and a west end wrist watch to carry it to Bangladesh. He told me,” If I die what will be with your goods.” As ill luck would have it he died a few days later reaching Bangladesh. May Allah grant him a good abode in Jannat (Heaven). They were sent to Karachi and were repatriated from there. We were passing time as usual. We were happy when we saw our wall paper is being read by others. Once I saw kobi Kader was standing in front of the wall magazine ‘Porosh Moony’ and making some note. I was happy. Sometimes I also stood in front of his Paper and read poetry. The paper was hanged in the outer wall of a big building what was built for the French as their cultural centre. In it there was a bar for them and a ball room. It was also their club where they met, drank and danced. They carried their culture with them. So, when the bar became a canteen for us there was no wine or beer or whisky instead all the Halal goods were available there. Ball room was converted to Mosque. Under the leadership of Sgt. Rashid in that mosque after Asar Prayer from the holy Quran Sura Yasin was recited. Most probably there were completion of few Dua Yunus. In the mosque regular five times prayer and also Friday juma prayer were commenced. In off time devotees liked to recite holy Quran in the mosque. In the camp Tabligue Zamat was also very active. In the hot days of the desert it was tough to go to the mosque during Zohur prayer. Mosollees (devotees) just covered the head and mouth by a piece of cloth and just ran to the mosque.
In that scorching heat for dogs were difficult to move open. Like us they also used to take less food. They were seen taking rest in the Kata Mehdi bush (a type of thorny bush) with their tongue out what probably helped them to have some cold feelings. We had to go to mosque crossing that thorny bush what was about 50 or more yards southern side of our living block. In between there was a big swimming pool. Most probably whose water was not change after French has gone. Once an airman jumped on the pool but hurriedly he left the pool because there was severe itching in his body by water. Most probably that was the colony of hundreds type’s of harmful bacteria. So he ran to the Barrack. Took bath with soap for a long time and was relieved. But that water of the pool was ideal place for many types of frogs’ coitus game. So, that pool was good living for the frogs and frog young’s. Their natural foe snakes were also not seen there. In that heat for birds had rows of trees by the side of the road. That tree was not known to us. But its leaf was maple leaf type and from the wound of tree juice seen coming out that was sweet in test. There common tailor bird (Tuntuni) was seen dancing. Sometimes cuckoos were also seen. Melodious songs of other birds and chirpings of ducks flying around the Chasma barrage and doves from tree were also heard.
By the left side of the swimming pool there was a school bhaban (building) probably built for the children of that French people only! As they were not there that building was empty. One of the rooms was allotted for the chapel of the Christian of the camp. Sgt. Asjad was the senior most Christian there. Under his leader ship they organized their Sunday prayer. Among other Christians Edmond, Lawrence and Cardozo I can remember.
Among other religious group number of Hindu was considerable. Among them Auron Borun Choudhury was a devoted Hindu. He had some sorrows. It will be discussed in the other story.

Getting job in the Air Force now is certainly a Joy. Such was the case in our time. In peace time it was joy for all. Airman used to say proudly, “I serve in the Air force”. Not only in my time but also long before who joined the PAF and was retired from Air force had their proud expression as, “ I served in the Air force” . Thereupon I like to cite an example. I got married when I was the Education JCO of the 33 East Bengal Regiment in 1977 and was serving in the Rajshahi cantonment. My father in law Gazi Mohd. Kahfel Wara was then an instructor of the Rajshahi Poly technique Institute. When he heard that I was in the Air force, he exclaimed and proudly said, “I also served in the Air force.” He was equally proud for his Air force job as well as his Poly technique instructor’s job. For his ‘Advanced’ course in PAF he got the teaching job in such prestigious Government institute. My mother in law had also nostalgia about her stay in PAF quarter. She still says about her long journey by C-130 from PAF Chaklala to PAF Dhaka. Her grand children repeatedly heard her story in PAF quarters. However, being an Air force airman I had pride and joy like those who joined together with me. I had rather two joys. In February 1969 I joined the PAF. It was certainly a joy for me. In December 1976 I joined the AEC of Bangladesh Army from the BAF. It was another joy. Everywhere there were occasions of joy and sorrow. Where people do live there these two are parts of life, so same was with me. In the next story I shall tell about my and other Bengali airmen’s long journey what was mixed with joy and sorrow. In PAF from our recruitment to repatriation we stayed in different bases and camps that all are past.
e of our living block. In between there was a big swimming pool. Most probably whose water was not change after French has gone. Once an airman jumped on the pool but hurriedly he left the pool because there was severe itching in his body by water. Most probably that was the colony of hundreds type’s of harmful bacteria. So he ran to the Barrack. Took bath with soap for a long time and was relieved. But that water of the pool was ideal place for many types of frogs’ coitus game. So, that pool was good living for the frogs and frog young’s. Their natural foe snakes were also not seen there. In that heat for birds had rows of trees by the side of the road. That tree was not known to us. But its leaf was maple leaf type and from the wound of tree juice seen coming out that was sweet in test. There common tailor bird (Tuntuni) was seen dancing. Sometimes cuckoos were also seen. Melodious songs of other birds and chirpings of ducks flying around the Chasma barrage and doves from tree were also heard.
By the left side of the swimming pool there was a school bhaban (building) probably built for the children of that French people only! As they were not there that building was empty. One of the rooms was allotted for the chapel of the Christian of the camp. Sgt. Asjad was the senior most Christian there. Under his leader ship they organized their Sunday prayer. Among other Christians Edmond, Lawrence and Cardozo I can remember.
Among other religious group number of Hindu was considerable. Among them Auron Borun Choudhury was a devoted Hindu. He had some sorrows. It will be discussed in the other story.

Getting job in the Air Force now is certainly a Joy. Such was the case in our time. In peace time it was joy for all. Airman used to say proudly, “I serve in the Air force”. Not only in my time but also long before who joined the PAF and was retired from Air force had their proud expression as, “ I served in the Air force” . Thereupon I like to cite an example. I got married when I was the Education JCO of the 33 East Bengal Regiment in 1977 and was serving in the Rajshahi cantonment. My father in law Gazi Mohd. Kahfel Wara was then an instructor of the Rajshahi Poly technique Institute. When he heard that I was in the Air force, he exclaimed and proudly said, “I also served in the Air force.” He was equally proud for his Air force job as well as his Poly technique instructor’s job. For his ‘Advanced’ course in PAF he got the teaching job in such prestigious Government institute. My mother in law had also nostalgia about her stay in PAF quarter. She still says about her long journey by C-130 from PAF Chaklala to PAF Dhaka. Her grand children repeatedly heard her story in PAF quarters. However, being an Air force airman I had pride and joy like those who joined together with me. I had rather two joys. In February 1969 I joined the PAF. It was certainly a joy for me. In December 1976 I joined the AEC of Bangladesh Army from the BAF. It was another joy. Everywhere there were occasions of joy and sorrow. Where people do live there these two are parts of life, so same was with me. In the next story I shall tell about my and other Bengali airmen’s long journey what was mixed with joy and sorrow. In PAF from our recruitment to repatriation we stayed in different bases and camps that all are past.