Monday, March 31, 2008

Many hours for Bangladesh

I think I just spent about 12 hours straight working on my paper, "The Bloody Origin of Bangladesh" It's now 9:20am. Sweet! I am not even tired, but I might just pass out suddenly.

Because you want to be enlightened, feel free to read and critique. I think I got a little sloppy once I started revising it. It was really good about 5 hours ago when I didn't have to prove citation. Then I started editing out parts and hopefully it all still makes sense. In no way is it perfect. I am just glad to be finished.

enjoy.

The Bloody Independence of Bangladesh
Troy Richmond
Asian History – Professor Eric Walz

The call for independence can unite people with separate ideas and customs. Similar to the secession of India and the organization of Pakistan, the liberation of Bangladesh is yet another example of people of different religious sects, ethnicity, castes, and political statuses that look past their cultural diversity to accomplish a common objective of equality and freedom from the domineering power of West Pakistan.

The story of Bangladesh begins with a complex origin filled with betrayal, suffering, and death. After the British withdrew control of India in 1947, there was an Islamic movement to separate India from the new all-Muslim nation of Pakistan. During this time, many Muslims traveled to the new country of Pakistan while many Sikhs and Hindus left Pakistan, crossed the border, and relocated to India. East Bengal, which was mostly Muslim, joined this movement and accepted being part of the formation of Pakistan in 1948. [1] Pakistan included the area of East Bengal and was divided between its East and West provinces, over 1,200 miles apart spanning across Indian Territory. What was once East Bengal became East Pakistan; and almost instantly problems between the two provinces began to arise. [2] The governmental control of Pakistan was held in the West, but most of the Pakistani population was located in the East. Even though the two areas are Islamic, there are many factors that begin to divide them as a nation. [3] West Pakistan began to exploit East Pakistan in their jute trading, economics, politics, and development.[4] Conflicts would quickly rise and the East Pakistan Bengalis begin to see a call for equality. Soon after the creation of Pakistan one Bengali assembly representative recognized the differences between the wings and said, “A felling is growing among the Eastern Pakistanis that Eastern Pakistan is being neglected and treated merely as a ‘Colony’ of West Pakistan.” [5] Under West Pakistan oppression, the Bengalis will once again feel the need to be liberated from exterior rule.

One of the first decisions of the new Pakistani government was to establish a national language. Muhammad Ali Jinnah, the Governor-General of Pakistan, declared that the lingua franca, the national language, of Pakistan would be the Islamic language of Urdu. The people of East Pakistan opposed this decision based on the fact that most of the population spoke Bengali rather than Urdu. In East Bengal, only 1% of the nation spoke Urdu, with 98% spoke Bengali.[6] If the Bengali were forced to change their language, it would cause chaos and reorganization of education, trade, politics, and military and civil functions. In 1952, as an act of resistance, people of East Pakistan protested in and began the Bengali Language Movement. On February 12th, 1952 thousands of Bengali students, led by Mujibur Rahman, marched in the city of Dacca and gathered in opposition to Jinnah’s declaration of the national language. The police arrived and opened fire on the crowd, 24 students were killed, 400 others injured. [7] February 12th was henceforth remembered as the Language Movement Day and from this catastrophe a strong sense of unity was built among the Bengali. The Bengali Language Movement spurred on civil disobedience in the form of marches.

The non-Muslim League parties that opposed the political holding of West Pakistan’s Muslim League, joined with the Awami Muslim League (later known as the Awami League) became known as the United Front.[8] From the combined support of the United Front and the Awami League, the United Front gained political power and won 223 seats, 142 of which controlled by the Awami League, held the majority in the Pakistani National Assembly. With the Awami League in control the majority, they would then have control enough to decide the fate of East Pakistan. In 1956, with the tide of turned, Fazlul Haq, Bengali representative and the new Chief Minister, declared that Bengali would be one of Pakistan’s national language. Fazlul also announced plans for the independence of Bengal.[9] After the success of the United Front, the Pakistani central government abolished the United Front and arrested 659 members and Fazlul Haq was forced refute his claim for independence and state that his purpose was not to separate the provinces of Pakistan. [10]

Sheikh Mujibur Rahman, an East Pakistani statesman, was elected as the Awami party president in 1966. Soon after he joined office, he proposed the Six-Point Demands. These demands suggested that West Pakistan was not treating East Pakistan with fairness and Rahman pointed out several areas of concern. [11] The list of demands asked for fairness in the following: 1. Political representation. 2. Defense and foreign affairs. 3. Currency and economics. 4. Taxation 5. Trade and exchange. 6. An independent East Pakistani paramilitary force. [12]

These demands were rejected by Zulfikar Ali Bhutto and his Pakistan People’s Party, and ultimately the rest of West Pakistan. Sheikh Rahman still gained support on his Six-Point Demands and was voted to become the Prime Minister of East Pakistan. Because the central government was in opposition to the Awami League, Bhutto and the President of Pakistan, Yahya Khan, refused to allow Rahman to become the Prime Minister of Pakistan. [13] After the rejection, Rahman called for all Muslims in East Pakistan go on strike in protest. Similar to Ghandi, Sheikh Mugibur Rahman promoted the use of non-violent protest to advance the status of the Bengali, but the oppressive Pakistani government was not exactly as civilized as the British ruling power of India and President Khan forced martial law on East Pakistan and violence ensued. [14] Again the Bengalis people and the Awami League unified their efforts to resists the repressive power of the Pakistani government.

Talks between Sheikh Rahman, Bhutto, and, President Khan failed. Then,West Pakistan, needing to control the outbreaks of resistance in East Pakistan devised a military plan to curb Bengali nationalism, regain control over major cities, and to take out military and political opposition. In March, 1971 the Pakistan military began Operation Gestapo (or Searchlight) and began invading cities in East Pakistan. On March 25, 1971, President Khan ordered his troops into full military action. Sheikh Mujibur Rahman went into hiding but was eventually captured and taken to West Pakistan and held prisoner by Bhutto under the threat of death. [15]

West Pakistan continued to try to suppress the rising Bengali revolution, but its effect became all out civil war. To aid in the military campaign the West Pakistani government invited Islamic extremist groups such as the Razakars. The Razakars were Pakistani Muslim loyalists within the borders of Bangladesh that contested the liberation. [16] These extremist groups as well as the Pakistani military took advantage of the right to warfare and began killing many innocents and raping women, committing serious war-crimes and one of the most devastating genocides in recent history. It was the Hindus living in Bangladesh that had suffered the most by the hands of the Islamic extremists.[17] This was probably due to the continuing violence and longstanding religious conflicts between Hindus and Muslims. Whatever the reason, the Pakistan military and Islamic extremists were ruthless in their crusade.

With the Bangladesh Liberation War in full swing, Bangladeshi freedom fighters, called the Mukti Bahini, used guerrilla tactics to defend their cities and the Bengali people. The Mukti Bahini were Bangladesh men from every status, employ, and ethinicity. What they held in common was the desire for freedom and they were willing to give their life for it. They were not initially organized, but India had provided arms and training in an effort to aid them in their cause. Their combined strength proved successful against the better equipped Pakistani. There was a unity among the Mukti Bahini and even joining the ranks of Indian soldiers that allowed them to overcome the hardships of war and the defeat their enemy. Eventually the Pakistani military began to fail. [18] Pakistan was forced to surrender Dhaka, on December 16th, 1971. Despite Pakistan losing the war, Bangladesh had suffered major casualties: military and civilian. National Geographic reported that the genocide resulted in deaths numbering up to three million. [20]

After India had defeated Pakistan and Bangladesh was liberated. Sheikh Mujibur Rahman was released from Bhutto’s prison and returned to Bangladesh to become the first President of Bangladesh. [21] His governing party was not accustomed to ruling a nation; instead they were patriots and oppositionists. After a few years as President of Bangladesh, Mujibur Rahman, was assassinated. [22]

From the example of Bangladesh, it is clear that gaining independence and forming a new nation does not happen without unity. Similar to the independence of India, the people of Bangladesh overcame the complexities of their diversity and demonstrated their dissatisfaction with the tyranny of West Pakistan. The moment peaceful movements failed to gain equality and support; the charge from Sheikh Mujibar Rahman to seek liberation and a collaborative military effort against West Pakistan began. The Hindus, the Muslims, the Sikhs, and others; all culturally different, yet all still Bengali, fought and died together with a purpose of freedom from Western Pakistan. With the aid of India the battle was won, but the Bengali had ultimately earned their sovereignty through the strength of unity in spite of their cultural diversity.



N:
1 Subrata Roy Chowdhury, The Genesis of Bangladesh: A study in International Legal Norms and Permissive Conscience, (New York: Asian Publishing House, 1972), 1.
2 Chowdhury, 1.
3 Chowdhury, 1.
4 Chowdhury, 9-15.
5 Chowdhury, 24.
6 Chowdhury, 7.
7 Chowdhury, 24, 43.
8 Chowdhury, 25.
9 Chowdhury, 26.
10 Chowdhury, 26-27.
11 Chowdhury, 43.
12 Craig Baxter, Syedur Rahman, Historical Dictionary of Bangladesh: Third Edition, Jon Woronoff, ed., (Lanham, Maryland: The Scarecrow Press, Inc., 2003), 182. and Chowdhury, 50.
13 Chowdhury, 60-61.
14 Chowdhury, 61-62. and Baxter, Rahman, 19.
15 Chowdhury, 121. and Baxter, Rahman, 19.
16 Baxter, Rahman, 173.
17 Chowdhury, 111-113.
18 Chowdhury, 153-154. and Baxter, Rahman, 19.
19 Baxter, Rahman, 19.
20 Baxter, Rahman, 19.
21 Baxter, Rahman, 20.
22 Baxter, Rahman, 20.

B:
Baxter, Craig and Rahman, Syedur, Historical Dictionary of Bangladesh,
Jon Woronoff, ed., 3rd ed., Lanham, Maryland: The Scarecrow Press, Inc., 2003.

Chowdhury, Subrata R., The Genesis of Bangladesh: A study in International Legal Norms and Permissive Conscience, New York: Asian Publishing House, 1972.

Wasn't that fun? Did you learn something?

Sunday, March 30, 2008

Quick thought

Why does the future always have a lower case 'i' as a prefix?

Is the future always in first person? Seems pretty self-centered to me...






...then again, Nintendo's future is all about a collective; "wii"



i

Saturday, March 29, 2008

Time Crisis



Ever watch 24? I never do, but I understand the premise. Like Jack it is crunch time, only he is fighting terrorists and I am here at college. My terror is real though. Real quick info: It was suppose to be my last somewhere, but along the way I was suppose to complete 3 more credits. I am now one class away from wearing black robes and a hat with a silly tassel I would through into the air. So... I guess that whole boring graduation thing will have to wait till later. Yes, I digress, college suddenly became really tough with essays, exams, projects, and more projects. I digress some more, like 24, my life has a digital clock reminding me how much time I have left. Tick Tick Tick... I am suppose to figure out the mind-blowing problems and complete impossible tasks within 24 hours. Oh but wait, I need to mention in all that school hoopla, I also need to attend a wedding reception, attend a mandatory performance of Mozart's three hour opera, The Magic Flute, And to top everything off I need to pack up and move out by of my flat by Monday. Monday also happens to be the day I am suppose to finish and post a website AND I have turn in a paper on the Independence of Bangladesh from Pakistan. And here I am now, not packing, not editing XHTML/CSS files, and not researching how the Mukti Bahini liberation fighters used guerrilla tactics against the Razakar Islamic extremist groups and the tyrannical military of W. Pakistan in 1971.



Doesn't seem like a good time to plead for an extension? Maybe reset the ticking 24 clock? On the website? I could maybe, hopefully, probably hold back the date. On the Bangladesh paper? Not a chance. It is actually the third chapter of a group paper that explains the liberation of India from British rule, the creation of Pakistan from India, and then my part about Bangladesh. My research paper comrades will have their parts done and will be ready to turn them in on time. Imagine the embarrassment if I didn't get my part completed. Sad faces, I am sure.

You know what? I am pretty positive everything will work out just fine. While the clock is counting down, Jack Bower might get hurt, his daughter might get kidnapped, and he might kill someone he trusted, but in the end he saves the people he was hired to protect, right? I never watched more than an episode, but isn't that what a true hero does in the name of America? Well, Jack Bower, if you are out there, you have 24 hours to do my paper, finish a website, and move my crap. If you can do that, I will happily call you my hero. Time's a ticking...

Sunday, February 03, 2008

Birthday party stalker snow days

First off, I just had my 29th birthday. I don't feel any different, but I feel more pressure to 'be my own man.' So here's to Being My Own Man: 2008.

Ever since Christmas time there has been a perpetual downfall of snow. Living in Rexburg, Idaho is now a drag. I use to love this place, until those tiny snowflakes started falling and falling and multiplying and taking over. I compare it to that Star Trek episode where the Tribbles. Those tribbles were exciting to have around in small doses, but tribbles don't stop multiplying until every last open space is filled with them. (thought: what do you do with dead tribbles?) So now the snow is everywhere and just keeps coming. I have to clean off my car several times a day. I have shovel the driveway everyday. My arms should be buffer from all that snow lifting. Almost like a daily tradition I have help or get help with stuck vehicles.

This weekend I traveled down to Salt Lake City for a couple reasons. It was my friend Lex's birthday party, it was also my birthday. Her party was full of people, dancing, food, and energy, which it was a little much for me. And there were some people i was trying to avoid at the party, but ultimately they found me.

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Quick dangerous news. As my friends were driving back from Salt Lake the snow continued to come down. While driving my friend Justin lost control of Lindsay's car and spun out into a snow bank on the side of the highway. I woke up from sleeping in the passengers seat right as this was happening. I was calm, but the girls were screaming. We hit the bank and snow was piled up the side of my door up to my window. I pushed it open and with some luck we were able to get the car out. If it were my car, I know we would have been stuck. We were so lucky!

OTHER EXCITING NEWS
A year ago I booked Ghostland Observatory to play in Rexburg, Idaho. They came back a half a year later and then their popularity exploded. Now they are playing festivals and flying from city to city on crazy tours. Every week someone who remembers them coming to Rexburg asks me, When is Ghostland coming back? To answer this once and for all I emailed them to see if they could return to Rexburg, but they decided to decline since it wasn't in their flight schedule. They said that I should just enjoy the memories for what they are. This is what I expected. What I didn't expect was this video shout out.



That was awesome! It's nice to know that your efforts are still remembered and won't be forgotten. A special thanks to all that attended those shows. That was my best birthday gift!

Thursday, December 06, 2007

For about 5 days last week I had a serious migraine, pretty much felt like a tumor. I also have a problem with remembering things. I am pretty forgetful. So now I conveniently blame my everything on my fake tumor and I tell people I have apparently met before that my new self diagnosed tumor is why i can't remember their names or faces or that I even met them just yesterday. Still being forgetful is awful. I never know where I might have left my keys, billfold of money, jumpdrive, homework assignments, or what I had for dinner last night. I heard that Chimps have a short-term memory that is superior to humans, they might even have me on the long term. Perhaps I need to get that Nintendo DS game that exercises the brain memory muscle or perhaps it is time for me to really get a CATscan.

It's down to the end of the semester. I have maybe 5 or 6 more projects to start and finish within one more week.
I actually have 2 papers and a 2 min presentation to give tomorrow. I haven't prepped anything for any of this stuff. Supposedly I was to have read a book something like... "Seven deadly habits of Highly Effective self-absorbed people..." the title sounds right to me...

How am I able to pass my classes? I am uber-lazy when it comes to homework. Still I get everything done. Still I see issues with Media law... I don't know if I am going to pass that though. I haven't been testing so hot. Thankfully there is a secret going around that the professor will curve the whole class up from an F to a C. I am shooting for an C-
OH man, I just remembered that I have an online test in my Broadcasting class to finish by tomorrow. I have to keep that in mind and not let my tumor block that note to self.

I am busy at school, to be honest. Not as busy as I could be. I have projects, not really stuff to 'study.' Projects cut into my "ME" time. I haven't had time for any video games though (ahem WoW). I just don't play that much, but I am finding ME time when I am busy watching a lot of South Park episodes and making beautifully Awesome CD mixes for myself (the new one I have been working on is AWESOME in my opinion). Sometimes I grab a lazer pointer and flash it on the wall and have my cat chase it. This may be the best part of the day.

I am not a huge fan of Christmas. I worked in retail for years, so I really despise shopping and jolly xmas music, but for some reason (I guess because I have mad party skills) I have been chosen by a few of my friends to help throw an exclusive xmas party. We titled it the "Semi-Formal Indie Hipster Christmas Gala" It is going to be a large, invite only party. We, the planning committee meet every MWF at lunch and discuss invitations, decorations, and activities. We don't take it all that serious. This makes me chuckle because of all the ridiculous activities and fun we might have.
Here are a few things we are doing: Potluck, Save-The-manatees pinata bashing, Air guitar Contest, oh and my favorite - an male santa's helper elven stripper. This party could get out of hand if people spike the egg nog. Doubtful.

Anyway, So there have been some self awareness thoughts that I must discuss.
Where in my life did I go from a diligent studious student with direction and passion for creating Arts and all those good grades I use to think were important? Now, I really think people believe I am a lazy-nogood-partier with lack of direction. I am all of that, but I am not at the same time. I don't even drink, but my friends all voted me one of the people most likely to hold their liquor. Nyquil makes me hallucinate. These same friends don't think I have a solid work ethic and I am the most likely to skip class. I guess... I just think about life differently. I use to work hard in high school. I wanted to compete with my brother's grades, but there is no beating a 5.0. I worked hard, not for me, but for the praises of others; parents and high school guidance councilors that told me that I was one of the most successful students in my graduation class. Still that was 10 years ago. Most of my high school class probably don't even remember what happened to them in college after their binges. Yet, my current friends are wrong. I am not lazy, I am not a partier. They just don't know all the facets of me. I really like to have a good time and be social. I do procrastinate homework... this is true. Probably true for 90% of the population.
What my friends don't know is that I have a SOLID work ethic in my place of employment. I am ON TOP of everything my job. I demand respect and I know my stuff.
Years ago in high school I read Charles Dicken's Great Expectations. I don't remember who they guys were, but Pip went over to these guys house after they finished their day of work. They said something to Pip along the lines that they keep their work and home life separate. This philosophy always made sense to me. So here I am keeping my school, my work, and my personal life... MOSTLY separate. Damn the days I have to bring homework to my home. It interrupts my lazer-cat-show and my South Park episodes time.
I still need direction. Perhaps I should really look into internships and get out of college in the year 2008.

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Fearless Freaks



I am a huge Flaming Lips fan. I listen to them on a regular rotation. Just the other day I splurged to see about getting their 2005 Fearless Freaks documentary. Now I feel like Wayne Coyne and I would definately be buddies. But for now I am just his little fan who eagerly waits to hear more. I have to thank Steve Drozd for his musical talent and holding their chaos and forming melodies.
So this Sept. I plan on finally seeing the Flaming Lips preform live at Red Rocks in Colorado! My friends and I are planning a 10 hour road trip and overnight camping along roadsides.
Suggested listening: Soft Bulletin - "Feeling yourself Disintegrate"

I have been sick. Yesterday, I had all sorts of classes and I wanted to skip them all. I didn't. I held vigilent, then I took an exhausting nap. Afterwards I went to see some friends who had invited my roommates and I over for some cupcakes. I didn't realize that I was still sick until I ended up leaning over their apartment railing and puked on the downstairs apartment's garage roof. I appologized. It wasn't the cupcake. Ellen doesn't plan on sunbathing on that roof again, at least until it rains.

Hoping to feel better. Lucky for me, nothing to do today but lie around and rest it off. (maybe some food shopping and homework...)

Sunday, April 15, 2007

Yeah Wireless!

Stealing internet from my neighbors.
So I am moved into a new house, which I love.
I made a new friend, who I believe is one of the coolest people alive.
I start school tomorrow. Terrifying!

There was a lot to write, but right now, what's the point?

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Haunted House

I found a cartoon that I had watched as a kid!
Mickey Mouse in the Haunted House! My brothers and I use to try to dance like the 4 skeletons.
Awww bringing back memories.

Monday, March 26, 2007

Star Wars names, when we were kids.

Isn't it funny when you were a kid and you had all the names of the Star Wars character wrong.

Han Solo = Hand Solo
Boba Fett = Baba Fat
Lightsaber = Lifesaver
Obi-wan = Oh-bee-wand
Darth Vader = Dark Vator
Jabba The Hutt = Jabadahut
AT-AT = at at (sounding out the at's)
Mellinium Falcon = Aluminum Falcon

being a kid was cool. But still, I remember calling them by those names and it was a pretty sad day when someone corrected you on it. Almost like when someone tells you Santa isn't Real.

Sunday, March 25, 2007

The worst kind of insomnia

This is a nightly tradition. I get tired at about 10pm after I am done hanging out at friends places. It will start while I watch some futurama or some lame movie on TNT. I doze off for a few mins on the couch. I wake up and realize how tired I am. I switch from my formal work clothes to my pjs and prep for bed. Right before I hit my pillow and dream the night away, I check the typical sites for emails, messages, comments, friend requests, and bullitens. All of these details are almost like caffine; addictive and stimulating. The process is the same, read posts, repond to posts, refresh home page, wait, refresh home page, wait some more, get an email saying my myspace has been hacked and that I have apparently been broadcasting how to pictures of hot girls on your celphone by texting to a certain number, delete post, and then give up. I am awake. I take a pill, lie down again and wait. The waiting continues. I figet. I toss. The pill isn't working! My alarm clock has fallen off my nightstand! It could be 2am, 3am, or even 5am! I have to be up by 8am! Is that going to be possible? I try to read. There is nothing to read. In the past 2 weeks, I have finished 2 Hellboy graphic novels and Ayn Rand's Anthem. I need something new. When is that new Harry Potter book coming out? Not soon enough! (harry potter always puts me to sleep - took me 3 year to finish the first six) Anyway, after frustration and dispair, I eventually drift off and fall asleep.
For 2 hours.
I don't know why I do, but sometimes I have a tendancy to wake up in the middle of the night. I shift position and sometimes hit my head on the bedpost or on the top bunk. (I bunk with my friend Trevor, he on top, me down below). The pain stings and I feel the knot grow on my head. I am fully awake again.

Dark circles have always existed under my eyes.

Friday, March 23, 2007

Things on my mind

I have a lot of stuff to do today, its my day off and I need to make the best of it. I am not in school right now so I should be glad I am not filling my day with homework or anything.
Problem is, I don't know where to start... or end for that matter. There are a few things that I have successfully completed. Shower-check. Brush teeth-check. Shave-check. Dressed-check. what's missing? Oh breakfast!

Breakfast done!
I get to make a new bank account today! Cash a check! that's exciting!
Longboarding maybe....
Gonna watch some Depeche Mode music videos.
Maybe go for a walk.


Well, enough wasting time. Let's get em.

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Troy Vs. Godzilla

Not everyone gets written into a novel!
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Synopsis:
"On the outskirts of Fort Wayne, Indiana, twelve-year-old Troy Richmond (thats me) wishes on a star for more excitement in his life. Be careful what you wish for, Troy! When a meteorite lands in his backyard, it infects Troy with information about King Ghidorah, the terrible three-headed space monster who is heading straight for Earth. Troy finds himself at the center of a worldwide monster battle when King Ghidorah attacks Monster Island and hurts Godzilla's monster friends Rodan, Mothra, Battra, and Anguirus. Now it's personal, and it's up to Godzilla and a kid from Indiana to join forces and save the world!"

Wishes can come true! I need more excitement in my life!

Saturday, November 11, 2006

Snowage!

Oh I guess I am suppose to be excited about the oncoming snow. I am not. Tonight is the first true snow of the fall. I guess everyone went to play in the fresh snow. I am staying inside. I would rather not get cold and wet. I turned on the pixies, plugged in my headphones to the reciever, turned on my disco ball and black light. Not exactly a trippy experience. While lying down on the floor I am not finding it exactly calming either. I don't know what I would rather be doing right now anyway.
My roommate has returned and sees me in the situation and just smiles with his braces showing.
My head hurts for some reason.

I played a game of Poker for money for the first time in my life. I have played poker before, but never for money. I held on through the game. Asian Brian and Justin were really good, but I had some good wins from time to time. It was fun, but now I see why it is so addicting to gamble money. I would like to play again.
This Monkey's Gone to Heaven!

Friday, May 19, 2006

Why did I make a Blog?

I think those who make blogs actually have something to say. I might not have much to say on my own page, but I will probably post replies. Yep.