Leading a normal life
They turned a deaf ear to the consequence of a drug that would debase them and bombard their moral resistance. And to some extent it did lead to some sort of perversion.
Bangladesh has been a land of unbridled potential. It's men brought glories that turned the heads of people all around the world. Don't forget we also have a Nobel in the closet. And this is just the beginning. The effulgence of Bangladesh is almost on the brink to blind the world.
But the occurrence of the past week by the new world Desi Royal gone raunchy did stoop many of our heads. And some of us even started to play the blame game. Some pointed fingers at parents, some at schools and some at the government. This reminded me of some very stereotyped words that I had to hear from my elders. My teachers used to tell us: Try to be focused when you study. My parents told me that I should never lie, I should be honest and the list goes on. But I wondered how could one inspire them to study or not to lie or to be honest. Perhaps they forgot to tell me how I could achieve all these. It did puzzle my brain to some extent and how I landed on safe shore is still a mystery to me. I can see the same reflection of oblivion in the faces of the testosterone-driven youth. I have even heard of some dumb damsels popped pills to reduce their fat. And all of them gave up to come back to normalcy because these addictive drugs played politics with the brain. And all knows the rest. Some tried the rehabilitation centres and some gave hope to our dearth of prudence by calling addiction as a disease curable. I think they copied the line from the government's tuberculosis campaign.
Now I will make it short and I promise I will not pick a line like others to do my bit to bring the kids back from the darkness of misfortune. The drugs are powerful enough that will not listen layman's one-liners. The drugs twisted their brains and that is where the problem lies, so you need to deal with it first.
Some years back, I saw on some news channel a person named Sri Sri Ravi Shankar, the founder of the Art of Living programme. I had very little idea about it but what baffled my brain chemicals is that he conducted his programme in the Tehar Jail of India, which is most famously known as the prison for the most notorious specimen of creatures and the drastic improvement that appeared in their personality was reflected in their normal life. They all (those who took part in the programme) turned into normal and responsible citizens doing respectable jobs and leading a life that is very ironic to what they used to be.
The main reason a person follows the way of crime is due to his lack of moral resistance, self-integrity and perspective on life. I fervently prescribe this programme not only to the misguided ones but also to those who are bothered with questions and could not get their answers.
It changed my way of looking at things and awakened me from my sleep of oblivion.
The Art of Living programme is conducted in over 153 countries and they recently opened their centre at Panthapath, Dhaka.
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