You know HUNDREDS personally? I have seen hardly any traces of them.
What was pronounced while I was growing up was the hostiity of the ghoti to us Bangals. They mocked our accents, our lack of the silky smooth laid back mannerisms of the Calcuttan, our willingness to pitch in and work hard, instead of looking for legal loopholes.
Of course, there are hundreds of Bangladeshis in the rectangle between Wellesley Street on the east, Free School Street on the west, Dharamtolla Street on the north, and Royd Street on the south.
We must have inhabited different cities.
I can understand your fury at the way the forests on the Maidan were burnt down and the land occupied illegally for cultivation.