A place called CTJM

At night, the ropes can move ... can it ?

It was as if  I was walking through time and space  and back into the past. It is  a dissipated factory in Chittagong, a jute producing factory. There are  so many old machines. it is unbelievable, like I am in another world. A God foresaken place . Most of the machine have stopped operation but a few of them are still in operations. It is a spinning and weaving mill and the product is gunny sacks.

I believe that when it was in full operation, there were thousands. Standing there, I have the feelings that the workers are operating these machines , so busy and  all the chattering noise from the machines filling the air with activity.  I sense their presence as if they coming alive 50 years ago , tolling over the jute and machines. The section that is still operating is using machines that have been  operating more than 50 years old, a heritage. The machines were rusty and the jute waste were piling all over the place and huge piles  near the machines A strange world of dirt and flirt among the waste and finished products. There was no electricity and the factory use the natural light coming through the glass panels on the ceiling. A huanted place or I am in  a different dimension.

The scene was like a nuclear disaster area devoid of people and with obsolete machines lining the production floor. It will a good museum and preservation of the old machines will keep the past history alive. It will be a waste to demolish and destroy the machines as it will wipe off a milestone in  the past.

I was walking through history with a French personnel who have been staying in Chittagong for the past 15 years and his wife is a Bangladeshi. He told me that it was amazing the factory is still here and some section is operating. He shared his sentiment of taking a stroll through history in space and time. Many people have pass through this place and they have left their foot prints there. Faceless and nameless now as a spec of dirt in this Universe.  Their time have come and gone and so has their existence.  We will be the same after another 50 years. Faceless and nameless.

Do not despair as there are billions of people came before us and will come after us. Some became famous and some became saints but most of us will pass through as known and unknown.  This is a  reality and we should accept it  as soon as possible and live  a life as fully as possible in a nameless stage.

Namaste.