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This ground-breaking book chronicles the war in South Asia by reconstituting the memories of those on opposing sides of the conflict. was marked by. Get this from a library! Dead reckoning: memories of the Bangladesh War. [ Sarmila Bose]. Dead Reckoning - Memories of the Bangladesh War- By Sarmila Bose - Free ebook download as PDF File .pdf), Text File .txt) or read book online for free.

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Dead Reckoning Memories Of The 1971 War Ebook

Dead Reckoning Memoir Of War Of Bangladesh By Sarmila Bose. Journal. Contemporary South Asia. Volume 21, - Issue 1: ANNUAL CONFERENCE EDITION OF THE BRITISH ASSOCIATION FOR. Dead Reckoning book. Read 38 reviews from the world's largest community for readers. This text chronicles the war in South Asia by reconstituting th.

It was fought over the territory of East Pakistan, which seceded to become Bangladesh. Through a detailed investigation of events on the ground, Sarmila Bose contextualises and humanizes the war while analysing what the events revealed about the nature of the conflict itself. The story of has so far been dominated by the narrative of the victorious side. All parties to the war are still largely imprisoned by wartime partisan mythologies. Bose reconstructs events using extensive interviews conducted in Bangladesh and Pakistan, published and unpublished reminiscences in Bengali and English of participants on all sides, official documents, foreign media reports and other sources. The chronicling of events through a multiplicity of memories reveals what had been previously unknown or poorly recorded. Moreover, 'contesting' memories reveal a reality diverging from the dominant narrative in crucial ways. It challenges assumptions about the nature of the conflict, and exposes the ways in which the conflict is still playing out in the region.

So we see how facts, numbers, words and evidence were twisted in the history of the war to either magnify the killings that happened during the war by the Pakistan Army, or to hide the killings done by the Pro-Liberation forces.

The author admits at the beginning her intention was to focus at the micro level. She thus interviews various participants on all sides, the victims and the perpetrators.

In the end she establishes that the figure of 3 million killed by the Pakistan Army and , women raped is patently fabricated, as are many other incidents and events attributed to them.

Dead Reckoning: Memories of the 1971 Bangladesh War

Since the foreign media had limited access much of what was published in the foreign press was hearsay and not actual facts on the ground. The narrative thus found it easier to gain currency worldwide. This was a mistake that lost the Pakistan Army its PR war. The book also establishes India's aim in fomenting the separatists, by supplying training and weapons, even conducting attacks within the Bangladesh territory.

Unlike what the reviewers before me claim, the interviewees are not anonymous. Their names and where they were at the time of the events are mentioned in the book. Another reviewer claims that the Hamood-ur Rehman Commission Report declared 3 million dead.

That is untrue.

The Commission declared a figure of 26, Instead of being furious, perhaps my Bengali friends should read the book with a cool head. While studying the application of statistics in public policy at Harvard, 1 learned that the real challenge was to apply the near models of theory in the real world ofimperfect, incomplete or unreliable information.

When decisions had robe made, it was nor possible to cop our of doing rhe analysis and arriving at a recommendation just because rhe data were nor perfect, for they were never going to be perfect. Flying helicopters in rhe dark during the war, pUors used 'dead reckoning', when one's best judgment was rhar by going in a particular direction for a certain rime in a certain way one was likely to arrive at the intended destination, or at least as dose as possible to it.

Nor flying was not an option.

Dead reckoning : memories of the 1971 Bangladesh War

Navigating through rhe conflicting memories of] seemed a very similar journey. There is only partial visibility and many treacherous twists and turns, with plenryof room for error. Yet, by steering a firm course charred by an open mind, research based on evidence and corroboration, fairness to all sides and analysis anchored on data rhar you actually have rather than what you would have liked ro have, one is likely to arrive, inshaliah, ar rhe best approximation of the ideal destination.

It's e,zsier th. I was walking with my mother from our horne at 1 Woodburn Park co Necaji Bhawan, rhe museum and institute located in the older ancestral house, round the corner on Elgin Road. This was unusual, bur chen, unusual evems were afom.

Some kind of dreadful fighting had broken ouc in neighbouring Ease Pakistan and refugees were pouring inco our side of Bengal. My father, a paedia[! My older brorher had gone co visir there, but I was not allowed co go.

My mother was involved with other ladies in relief work for the refugees and I was accompanying her m one of rhese gatherings held on the ground floor ofNetaji Bhawan. We walked down the long driveway and our of the gate, and crossed Woodburn Road ro rum left cowards Elgin Road, and there I saw ir on the pavement-the body, already stiff but cleady recognisable, of our pet cat which had gone missing. My mother finally led me away and we proceeded ro Netaji Bhawan.

I didn'r register anything about the refugees that evening. All I remember is the kind face of Bina Das looking down towards me and saying in a gentle voice, 'Or prothom dukkho, ntl? Bina Das was a Bengali revolutionary.

Dead Reckoning - Memories of the 1971 Bangladesh War- By Sarmila Bose

As a young woman she had shot at the British Governor of Bengal at a convocation ceremony in Calcutta University, and missed. She spent many years in jail. The new rebels were called 'Naxalices' 1 and they were my incroduction to domestic politics in India. If we were out early enough in the morning in those days, from the window of the car we might see a body on the road, uncleared debris from the previous night.

I remember my mother crying to prevent me from seeing a corpse one day, while I, with a child's natural curiosity, craned my neck co look. One morning as we were driving along che Maidan there was a strange thud from the Ambassador car in from of us and the body of a man flew out and hit a tree-trunk on the left.

Everyone in our car thought he had been thrown from che back of che Ambassador.

The ocher car kepc driving and so did we. When I started research on the confl. He said that whatever he remembered about Bangladesh in was in recrospecc, as ac the time he had been coo discracted by people being killed by che regime in Wesc Bengal, on che Indian side of the border.

IfNaxalites were my introduction to domestic polirics, the Bangladesh war of was my introduction to internacional politics. The world outside the gates of 1 Woodburn Park seemed to be a disturbingly violent one. From what I could gather from fervent discussions among adults in Calcutta, a little more than two decades after the departure of the British, our Bengali brethren across the border were once again fighting for freedom. This time, their fellow coun trymen from the other side oflndia-West Pakistan is-seemed for some inex plicable reason intent on killing them all.

All the West Pakistanis seemed to be generals as well. Pres idem Nixon was backingPakistan. Jndia had the support of the Soviet Union. Prime Minister [ndira Gandhi seemed to be taking on the world single-handed as India played whice knight co che beleaguered Bangladeshis. Strangely, che existence ofEast Pakistan had barely couched upon our childhood until then, even though my maternal family was originally from there. My grandparents spoke the East Bengali dialects of their respective regions, but they were long setded in Calcutta.

But Bengali nationalism seemed to be sweeping Calcucca. We had a record ofa speech given by che fiery leader of che Bangladeshis, Sheikh Mujibur Rahman. It was played so many cimes chac I had the entire speech by heart and can still remember parts ofit. Edesher manushke mukto koira chharbo inshalhzh'.

Since we have given our blood, we wi II give more blood. I will make the people of chis land free, God willing.

The cales of che refugees were harrowing, cheir plight cruly pitiful. Important visicors came co see them. One was the American Senator Edward Kennedy, his handsome face and shirt sleeves translucent amidst the sea of human misery.

George Harrison sang in Bengali, '0 bhagaban khodatallah, moder chhaira kothagela' 0 Lord God, where have you gone abandoning us. A Bengali singer sang 'Shono ekti Mujiborer theke lakkha Mujiborerkanthaswarer dhwani pratidhwani akashe bato.

There had been a war between India and Pakistan just a few years before, when I was very small. Ac chac cime che people ofEasr Pakistan were fighting against India.

I remember being afraid, and not understanding why someone would want to drop a bomb on us. It took a very longtime, especially the French windows to the verandah-three sets of which opened our from rht: drawing room alone. The other odd thing was the black paint on the cop half of che headlights of all the cars. This war was short-lived, however. India won, Bangladesh became free. The Indian army was led by Sam Manekshaw, who exuded a dashing 'can-do'.

But the man of the moment was the commander of the Eastern command. General Jagjit Singh Aurora, a smardy turbaned Silch, framed for history as he sac wich a large man in a beret called General A. Niazi, who signed che surrender documents on behalf of Pakistan. Sheikh Mujib, a prisoner in West Pakistan for nine months, returned to Dhaka to a hero's welcome. As we tried to get the sound right, I talked to General Aurora. I told him I was from Calcucca and remembered him as a war-hero.

For the most parr, however, General Aurora was agitated. Later I heard that it had not gone as well with an Indian language programme and General Aurora had got upset. Here was the war-hero of pined againsr the very srace he had served, on che grounds of violation of the rights of his people. I thought I might write something about the irony. One wrote rhar 'his command did not cake him seriously as a fighrer because he did nor display che flamboyance of a soldiers' generaJ'. By the time I mer him face to face, it was no longer possible ro discuss che derails of I 97 I with him.

The result was a revelarion.

Dead reckoning : memories of the Bangladesh War (eBook, ) []

General A. Niazi turned our to have a distinguished past and a rragic face. Honoured by the British with the Military Cross for his performance on che Burma front during the Second World War, he was a general who had lire rally fought his way up from the ranks and a humble background. In his book and his discussions with me he condemned the way in which General Tikka Khan had conducted the military action in Dhaka on 25 March , bur also criticised General Sahabzada Yaqub Khan, the previous Governor, for copping out at the eleventh hour of the crisis.

But in the continuing absence of any political secdemenc, his men ended up fighting a wearying war against Indianassisred guerrillas for months and chen a full-scale invasion by India from all directions, helped by a population largely hostile ro the Pakistan army.

By all accounts the Pakistan army performed astonishingly well against India in Ease Pakisran under almosr impossible odds. Indian accounts are predictably triumphal with regard ro viccory over Pakistan, with che memoirs of a few officers peppered wich self-promotion and derogation of ochers.

Most ofche key players did not publish memoirs. Pakistani discussions on are full ofbiner recriminations, mosdy with regard co losing co India, wirh deafening silence from the majoriry of chose who had served in Easr Pakisran.

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