Dhaka, May 18, 2020: ৬১ / 61 days
I turned blue, for someone I knew.
After incessantly posting photographs for the past few days I thought I will give it a pause. By choosing to do photography, one good thing had come out of this life of mine– I got to roam the fields, rivers, ports, currents and undercurrents of this land. I lost my logical mind’s track following the allure of images, traveling from Chilmari’s islets to the jungles of Sundarbans. When I had gone to photograph floods, the one whose home was under water had called me out to say, “Aree bhai, stop burning and suffering under that scorching sun, join us for two bites of rice instead.” So are the people of our land.
When I was young, my Mother would listen to Abbas Uddin’s song “Har kala korlam re,” sang by Alamgir, a recording possibly done by Bangladesh Television. After I grew up, I went to photograph Brahmaputra. Floating on her bosom, the true essence of what Abbasuddin had sung dawned on me,. What a compassionate voice he carried! Like the soft soil of Bengal, his voice bends, breaks and engulfs one’s heart.
Regarding Abbas Uddin, Farhad bhai had said, “Abbas Uddin wasn’t just a singer, if the singers of the current era think that Abbas Uddin won people’s hearts just by singing, they would be so very wrong. Abbas shaped the yearnings and struggles of his time.”
Written by Jasimuddin, composed by Abbasuddin Ahmed. The poem is translated by Ahmed’s granddaughter, Nashid Kamal. Thanks to @armeenmusa for helping us out. Video edited by @s.das.15, Text translated by @nituta. Drawing collected from Gunijan.org.