In October 1997, ABM Musa was the area of the Bangladesh prime minister's team towards the Commonwealth Heads of presidency meeting in Edinburgh. Realizing that it is little for him to complete, he requested me in a humorous fashion, "Badrul, perhaps you have introduced me to Britain just to walk around, eat burgers and do little else?" He was attempting to prove a place: good journalists, after they find they are suddenly free from writing, are in a condition of chaos. Work keeps them going. It stored Musa, our very dear Musa Bhai, going all his existence.
That existence, certainly a rounded one made substantive through the energy he presented in it within the decades, found a complete yesterday. At 80 three, he died -- you can securely suggest -- in harness. Aged journalists, like old soldiers, never die, they disappear. However, for Musa, existence never was dependent on dying or diminishing away. For the finish of his existence, he was on various talk shows around the many television stations, providing the nation knowledge learned from the lifetime spanning a whole of national history.
Journalism was what Musa Bhai understood best. It had been in the tender chronological age of 19 he arrived at the profession, through the connecting track of Insane. He did not have induced to think back. His trajectory of existence, taking within its ambit the tumultuous occasions it came covered with, required him to ever-widening spheres of expertise. After Insaf, it had been the Pakistan Observer who beckoned, then a stint using the Sangbad before he earned his long ago towards the Observer. In later existence, he gave the Morning News the advantage of his association. After which obviously, there is Jugantor.
However, what made Musa not the same as a lot of other journalists was less his work with the different newspapers that known as him because it was the richness that progressively defined his professionalism. In the news desk, he clearly understood the requirement for clearness and objectivity. Neutrality, he thought like every newsman of commitment, wasn't any part of journalism. When the newspaper did not inform after which educate the readers, its purpose came too little. Musa Bhai's preoccupation ended up being to have his audience maintains their ears down. They did because of the era of idealism. We talk about the nineteen fifties and sixties. Musa Bhai's truthfulness to his profession would not go undetected. London's Sunday Occasions searched for his opinion around the issues during the day.
For any brief, a part of his existence, ABM Musa donned the raiment of the politician. No, he searched for no political office, entertained no high ambition within the corridors of energy. However, when Bangabandhu Sheikh Mujibur Rahman made the decision that Musa must be by his side as a lawmaker, Musa Bhai understood what he needed to do: stick to the advice from the Father of the Nation. He required part in and won, the 1973 general elections.
That phase of his existence was brief, only because the tragedy of August 1975 gave a poor jolt to Musa's existence because it did towards the lives of those of the country.
Musa Bhai might have been shaken, but he was not damaged. The planet was his oyster, and that he arrived at to it. In the Press Institute, in the Bangladesh Sangbad Sangstha, his experience was the input that was to enhance the lives of teenagers and ladies striving to pursue a newspaper career.
ABM Musa's feeling of hum-our was pronounced and frequently self-deprecating. He poked fun at others, being careful not to undermine and humiliate anybody he'd made the item of his remarks. Near to Bangabandhu, he was the section of the newspaper trio Sheikh Mujibur Rahman delighted in mentioning too as "rapid-bipod-must." From the three males, two -- Faiz Ahmed and Musa -- are gone into the age range. Two others not an area of the group, KG Mustafa and Abdul Matin, have given into mortality. Only Abdul Gaffar Chowdhury remains.
ABM Musa leaves an enormous void where intense journalism was once. You will find cracks, within the soul as well as in the world, that can't be mended. The field of Bangladesh's journalism cracked once the existence went of ABM Musa on Wednesday.
