By the way, have you ever helped your mom light her stove? My friends, against whom are you raging or for whom? Any idea? Tomorrow, all of us have to walk up and down that same potholed road, ride the same buses and breathe the same air. [break]
Aren’t we all same, sharing one common fortune of being Nepali? Did you ever think that instead of swearing and screaming on roads for no apparent reason – apart from some fun – you could’ve taught a girl who’s never been to school how to read and write? Or even record the books for the blinds, like one of my friends has been doing.
There are thousands of better things you can do to help build the house rather than going on a rampage of destroying it. Does this ever cross your mind of the good you can do?
My friends, I urge you to think deeply about what you believe in. Again, the same question, but have you now realized who is your friend or foe, because the only people you are hurting are fellow Nepalis and Nepal.
My friends, I want to remind you all that in these last 10 years, when the world leapt miles ahead, we were left far behind. Deep injuries sustained in the civil war still hurt.
Don’t forget the irony that we escaped one war and entered another; the war this time has a misnomer of “Peace Process” where bandas and strikes happen so frequently.
This is a bargain which those few, who made us bleed then and now aren’t letting our wounds heal, are enjoying. It has all along been a war for money and ministries, for seats and streets. A competition of who gets to wreck the country and bring havoc to the streets.
Friends, you aren’t in that competition. We have greater goods to bring, greater missions to reach. Our elated hearts that one cold November evening five years ago hadn’t gauged this coming.
I know we were betrayed, but now we can start making things right. We all are the force to mobilize the country rather than the ones to bring it to halt. I want you to remember this.
We once believed that everything would fall into place. But soon it became clear that none of the pieces were fitting together.
Time and again, everything jolted, even our barely surviving optimism. But aren’t you all stronger than these jolts? Together we can rise against these tides.
You all know anyone can break and burn but it requires wisdom and strength to do otherwise.
I needn’t repeat what you all are capable of. We’ve grown to be a young country at a time when every single one can be a messiah and bring a change.
We don’t want to be that damned society which grows so malignant, neglecting all the reverberations of positive vibes around the globe.
Nor are we that one big mob of misguided energy that pelts stones on their own house to bring it down. We all hate the way this sorry state of affairs in the country haunts our dreams.
We should care how much it will cost to rebuild the destructions caused by a day of strike. We are the missing link in the country’s disastrous past and bright future.
One day, all these positive concerns will culminate into works worthwhile. We owe our country big times, don’t we, friends?
The writer is a student at the Graduate School of Economics.
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