I knew, thing are not right. Odds are tilted against. And yet, I kept my hope alive. Thus, few minutes back, when the news came as a post in Asif Saleh’s face book, it came as a shock, expected though, still piercing my total entity like a nefarious vice.
Humayun Ahmed is gone. Nobody shall paint the little sorrows and littler joys of our daily vagaries. Nobody shall walk the “naked magic” in the moon and in the rain. And nobody shall bear the burden of life with such vigor …
I did not, but yet I did met him as a teenager – it was “Shonkho Neel Karagar”; and since then through numerous of his breathtakingly absorbing stories. And yes, he also gave us the best of Bangla science fictions.
It is an unreal time for him to leave the arena when the supercollider at CERN is exploring the surreal nature of the Higg’s molasses and the ever-energetic theoretical physics is offering extra-dimensional peep shows of ultimate mathematics of the Godly “STRING”. Humayn’s “Nii Palli” is busier than ever before – but he has taken the quantum leap to some unseen dimension…
Not feeling well.
Few charts are yet to be signed off.
Do not feel like working.
Wish to go home and plunge myself into the tomes he left for us to ponder; may be “ACHIN PUR” …
Morbar Por Ki Hoy – Humayun Sir?
What’s after life ….