At the call of non-co-operation movement made by Bangabandhu on 7th March the whole country become standfill. The Pakistan Government lost almost all control or authority in this region- Schools, colleges, educational institutions, bunks, insurance organizations - all were closed down. The country was standstill. My father worked in the Railway and resided at the railway colony
Then I was an unemployed young man. We fornted a group with the young boys of the colony, friend Rafique was with me in all the activities. In service life rafique and I had been working in the same department. Oft and on I remembered those days.
A police habilder who had been working in General Railway Police (GRP) was there. As far as I could remember- his name was Abdur Rashid. In the field of the school he began to train us how to handle the arms with his 303 rifles. The objectives of the training were to learn how to crawl, charge die grenade, fix the target and to defend ourselves at the state of war. At that time I could not feel what excitements or sensations were working in my mind. We had to become prepared for guerilla battle. We all were then overwhelmed in the dream to free our motherland. Blood was coming out from our elbows and knees by repealed crawling. Yet we had no rests or intervals. Any way we must encounter. We must dedicate ourselves lo free our dearest motherland from the clutches of enemies. Training courses were going on day and night, discussions on that subject were also going on. There was a BUET Student named Rafiqul Islam Sarker. His father also served in railway department. His office was at Akhaura. We both remained ourselves busy whole time to train the young boys. After completion of the training all of us began to feel the necessity of arms and ammunition.
News about mass killing of Pakistan Forces.
In the early morning we got news through railway telecommunication about the mass billing of Pak Forces and the news of declaration of independence of Bangubandhu. The news then spread out widely in the air like the speed of electricity.
Within the small hours of morning the excited mass, stdents and young men jointly uprooted the railway tracks in the south, the southern part of Gangasagar Railway Bridge and on the north, the other side of the railway bridge on Titas River, so that the Pak forces could not enter into Akhaura railway junction station. For that we did not wait for orders of anybody. Because there was a direction in 7th' March historical speech of Bangabandhu, "If it is not possible on my part to make order, it was my request to you all that you should encounter the enemy by whatever arms or means you would have with you".
In the midst of such activities we spent the whole day with anxieties. It seemed that the night would not end. The terrifying news about the barbarous oppression and killing of the aggressors were pouring in from various corners. The news was receiving about the destructions and mass killing in Dhaka city. Only we began to feel excited at the news of cannon firings and mass killings at Razarbag police lines, Peelkhana EPR camp and students halls of Dhaka University. There were our many friends and relations in Dhaka. Our minds were engrossed with anxieties about their fates and whereabouts. But submerging everything, our heart and soul began to fill up only with the thinking of taking revenge. We spent the whole day of 26th March with anxieties and excitements. Before dawn Rafique and I decided to go to Agartala. Agartala is the capital of Tippera state of India.
Then I was an unemployed young man. We fornted a group with the young boys of the colony, friend Rafique was with me in all the activities. In service life rafique and I had been working in the same department. Oft and on I remembered those days.
A police habilder who had been working in General Railway Police (GRP) was there. As far as I could remember- his name was Abdur Rashid. In the field of the school he began to train us how to handle the arms with his 303 rifles. The objectives of the training were to learn how to crawl, charge die grenade, fix the target and to defend ourselves at the state of war. At that time I could not feel what excitements or sensations were working in my mind. We had to become prepared for guerilla battle. We all were then overwhelmed in the dream to free our motherland. Blood was coming out from our elbows and knees by repealed crawling. Yet we had no rests or intervals. Any way we must encounter. We must dedicate ourselves lo free our dearest motherland from the clutches of enemies. Training courses were going on day and night, discussions on that subject were also going on. There was a BUET Student named Rafiqul Islam Sarker. His father also served in railway department. His office was at Akhaura. We both remained ourselves busy whole time to train the young boys. After completion of the training all of us began to feel the necessity of arms and ammunition.
News about mass killing of Pakistan Forces.
In the early morning we got news through railway telecommunication about the mass billing of Pak Forces and the news of declaration of independence of Bangubandhu. The news then spread out widely in the air like the speed of electricity.
Within the small hours of morning the excited mass, stdents and young men jointly uprooted the railway tracks in the south, the southern part of Gangasagar Railway Bridge and on the north, the other side of the railway bridge on Titas River, so that the Pak forces could not enter into Akhaura railway junction station. For that we did not wait for orders of anybody. Because there was a direction in 7th' March historical speech of Bangabandhu, "If it is not possible on my part to make order, it was my request to you all that you should encounter the enemy by whatever arms or means you would have with you".
In the midst of such activities we spent the whole day with anxieties. It seemed that the night would not end. The terrifying news about the barbarous oppression and killing of the aggressors were pouring in from various corners. The news was receiving about the destructions and mass killing in Dhaka city. Only we began to feel excited at the news of cannon firings and mass killings at Razarbag police lines, Peelkhana EPR camp and students halls of Dhaka University. There were our many friends and relations in Dhaka. Our minds were engrossed with anxieties about their fates and whereabouts. But submerging everything, our heart and soul began to fill up only with the thinking of taking revenge. We spent the whole day of 26th March with anxieties and excitements. Before dawn Rafique and I decided to go to Agartala. Agartala is the capital of Tippera state of India.
