Dishika Tasnim

On the day, the sky of Dhaka burst into tears for the first time in this year, I was experiencing it from the premises of my institution, the University of Dhaka. What I saw were the cheering students who were enjoying the beauty, the street children having their shower in the first rain of the year, the green grasses that turned greened soaked by the rain water and the washed away trees which were enhancing the natural beauty.
But, one thing, I noticed the most, were the leaves on the streets after the rainfall as a result of wind of change that came before the beginning of the rainfall that day. This was the breeze that came to take back the old leaves, the old things to make place for the new things that are yet to come.
Change, is a much lucrative and appealing term. Everyone wants changes; many though have no idea about it. I remember, eight years back, a black guy from the Democratic Party of USA came with the slogan of change and took away the throne which was a far cry in the country where only fifty years ago a women, Rosa Parks, was not allowed to sit in a seat of a bus, for being a black. The appeal for change tossed in by Barrack Obama made it possible that a black became the President of United States within fifty two years of the Montgomery Bus Boycott. This was because the power of change.
Odysseus, the hero of Greek epic poem Odyssey referring to the Greek heroes Hector and Achilles once said, “Men rise and fall like the winter wheat, but these names will never die. Let them say I lived in the time of Hector, tamer of horses. Let them say I lived in the time of Achilles.”
Usually, men struggle to cope with the wind changes, because the change is too powerful to fight it out and secure one’s place in the ever changing world without changing himself but there are also a few men who fights out the wind of change and make their through it. Those who succeed become heroes. They do not rise and fall like the winter wheat, rather stands still like a mountain.
Of course, being inclusive is not a sin and it is not always welcomed to be an orthodox in every field of life. Some changes are inevitable that need to be acquired. But it is never welcomed to accept irrational changes by sacrificing the morality and values only for personal gains or to get into the strongest side. It brings nothing good to one because a person without personality and sense of justice is nothing more than a sheep in the sheep-herd.
To be a hero of the time, one needs to awake his sense of justice, uphold the moral values and acquire the courage to stand by the right even if it seem difficult. Those who can do so, become the names that never die.