By now, the whole world has been shaken by the massacre at Holey Artisan Bakery in Dhaka, Bangladesh. This is not a chronicle of the death toll or the supposedly successful operation by the Bangladesh Army Commandos; rather, this one is about the press and the wave of backlash they earned in the aftermath of their reportage of the ordeal.
Banani Road Number 11, once a luxurious pathway to the richest neighbourhood in Dhaka, has transformed into a bustling hub of consumerism. This Ramadan, it is home to overpriced iftar items, boutiques and a place for you take your romantic partners to dates-- the Arabian ones you can eat! However, the hustle and bustle is not exclusively the province of the rich. Sometimes the two worlds - of privilege and deprivation - do collide. This is the tale of one such intersection.
To function in Dhaka, you need to be privy to certain scientific processes. Sounds absurd? Not necessarily - after all, the city is 75% and 67% more dense than Hong Kong and Mumbai respectively, with 115,000 people per square mile, and survival is a tricky game. And sorry Dr Einstein, the types of innovations on which Dhaka thrives are engendered by the likes of slum dwellers and local bus conductors.
These people are the core of our economy, a self-doubting, insecure group who do not talk loudly unless among themselves, who are polite yet brave, brave enough to cross the ocean to make a living albeit not knowing how to read a foreign language. That too with a heart full of pain, the pain of leaving the loved ones for a 20% growth in the salary.