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This happened three years ago, in 2010, when people started rioting prior to Khaleda Zia's eviction from her Cantonment home. This was originally posted on my facebook profile.
As we heard of things going crazy around us, regarding Khaleda Zia's "eviction", this is what I saw right in front of me. My brother and I were walking around downstairs,looking for a place to eat and enjoying the lack of people and traffic when all of a sudden we saw a burning CNG pass by behind us on the opposite side of the road. The poor driver jumped out and his head was on fire. He ran towards the bazar and disappeared. The CNG turned and banked into the divider. People around us thought that it would blow and started running for their lives. It was like a scene in an action movie, or a war movie. The usually crowded place cleared out within minutes. All the rich boys ran down from their favorite pool place and zoomed off with their expensive cars. Unfortunately I didn't have my camera with me then and by the time I got back home, got my camera and went up to the roof to take pictures, the fire had burned out and the fire service and police had arrived. Suddenly our traditional 'utshuk jonota' materialized out of nowhere and started chanting "Joy bangla! Joy Bangabandhu" while the fire service rolled out their pipes and started cooling the CNG off. Sigh, Joy Bangla indeed!
Here are the pictures:
This happened three years ago, in 2010, when people started rioting prior to Khaleda Zia's eviction from her Cantonment home. This was originally posted on my facebook profile.
As we heard of things going crazy around us, regarding Khaleda Zia's "eviction", this is what I saw right in front of me. My brother and I were walking around downstairs,looking for a place to eat and enjoying the lack of people and traffic when all of a sudden we saw a burning CNG pass by behind us on the opposite side of the road. The poor driver jumped out and his head was on fire. He ran towards the bazar and disappeared. The CNG turned and banked into the divider. People around us thought that it would blow and started running for their lives. It was like a scene in an action movie, or a war movie. The usually crowded place cleared out within minutes. All the rich boys ran down from their favorite pool place and zoomed off with their expensive cars. Unfortunately I didn't have my camera with me then and by the time I got back home, got my camera and went up to the roof to take pictures, the fire had burned out and the fire service and police had arrived. Suddenly our traditional 'utshuk jonota' materialized out of nowhere and started chanting "Joy bangla! Joy Bangabandhu" while the fire service rolled out their pipes and started cooling the CNG off. Sigh, Joy Bangla indeed!
Here are the pictures:
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