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Death of a great mind of our generation

After a few weeks, I called my mentor and I got shocked while I heard the news of his dead. Actually it’s been two weeks since Mahmudul Hassan died a prolific chess player, organizer, probably the best mind of our generation.

It was 1985 when we meet first in our high school yard. I was in class nine and he could be in eleven or twelve class. But it took only a few hours to get close to each other. He thought me what is chess? He talked about Mikhail Taal, Bobby Fisher and many more. Gradually it had become a habituate for me to visit his resident for the sake of chess. I used to lend chess book written in completely Russian except the games records every time I visit his house. After a few weeks, I really turned into a Frankenstein and defeated him subsequently and thus made our friendship more effective.

After playing few games, we used to go for a walk while he used to talk about his dreams. The dreams of equality, dream of one world. He was a diehard communist at that and always thinks about Lennon’s Imagine, but I didn’t hear it yet. Suddenly he stopped short and saying, you know I should cross the border, I can’t stay here anymore.

The days were passing faster as we growing up. One day Mr. Hassan probably the most genius Chess-player after Niaz Morshed suddenly had lost from the sight completely. We have been informed that he is in Europe somewhere in Netherland. That was all, sometimes we got informed that Mr. Hassan has already been death or lost forever.

In 2007, I got a phone asking about me. I simply got astonished that it is my Guru Hassan Bhai who is talking with me after eighteen years. And again we had some good times with chess and music but yet he left Dhaka for Chittagong. After settling in Chittagong, we used to talk by phone weekly or monthly.

There was complete pause in our mobile conversation and it would even be a season. One day he called after his mother death. Another day after his eldest brother’s death. But today he himself who succumbed at the age of 48, the very age which once bestowed to great Kahlil Gibran.

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