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The first thing he wanted to know on the phone was if he would have time to talk. When I say, what is the need for such humility? So his answer was, no, you are always busy with various important state responsibilities, so I found out. We used to really enjoy each other’s jokes. When Mofidul, Hasnat and I were hanging out together, there was a flood of joy. He had many paintings in his collection. Not all the places were on the walls of the house. Mofidul used to say, these are now looking at Hasnat Bhai’s summer collection, after a while, the winter collection will hang on the wall instead of everything. Hasnat used to enjoy these jokes with a smile.
Prothom Alo’s editor, Matiur Rahman, was a childhood friend of Hasnat. A few days ago, Moti said: ‘I have a plan. I will organize a program on the occasion of this autobiographical book by Hasnat, where Hasnat will be the only speaker. But we deprive ourselves of that experience.
Hasnat’s favorite places were Kolkata and Santiniketan. Whenever he had the chance, he would go to Kolkata or Bhubaneswar without informing any of us. He developed enviable friendships with eminent West Bengal poets, writers and painters. Shambhu has read a lot about Mitra. He was also very interested in the work of Utpal Dutt and the Badal government.
Today (Sunday) at noon, when we gathered at his Bengal Shilpalaya workplace to pay our last respects, we saw no sign of anguish on his calm face. Death came before a small relief from the disease and took it prematurely. It’s not the traditional grief message, not really to fill your void.
Hasnat will live in his work, in our memory. Hasnat, be in peace wherever you are. ‘Peace ahead’.
