Saturday Blog by ZaDed
What next? Hysh asked.
The blogging world.
We are doing the maximum, aren’t we?
Yeah. Stretching to the maximum. Elastic. We stretch and bounce back to normality.
I regret ever having said, “We’re doing the maximum.”
At least, if I could I would take back the “I am doing maximum” part.
“I’m going out, involving myself in ….blah blah blah.”
Hey Hysh, you should have told me “Cut that crap.”
Observe, analyze. Blog, blog, blog. So what? It’s not like I have broken blogging records. It’s not like the people visit my blog whenever they want to know of the first hand experience of life during the political unrest in Nepal. It’s nothing. Absolutely crap.
It feels as though I have relapsed back to being anorexic, only on a mental level this time.
Internet is public. I am addicted to vomiting out in public places.
“I am concerned” is the escapist approach to life.
Concern. What the hell is concern?
I am concerned about the skinny children in Africa. I am concerned about all the convicts waiting for to be executed when I watch “The life of David Gale”. I am concerned about global warming, nuclear tests in Iran, about Muslims in the west.
Aren’t we all concerned about everything?
We love to be concerned, don’t we? It’s the global citizen trait. It’s only that we are never concerned enough to act. I just have had enough of intellectual stimulation. Hah! “Intellectual”. I remember Somat Sir saying, “I do not want to belong to the so called intellectual mass.” Neither do I. Who is an intellectual?
I, another brick in the wall of the “concerned mass” relax in the niceties of my home. You are home too? A high five for that. When you get to eat until you belch you can think big too. Ah, what kind of democracy are we seeking: Constitutional monarchy? republican ? parliamentary? When you don’t have a grain in your stomach, you don’t think. You act violent as deemed by the Intellectual mass. You throw stones at the police. You burn vehicles because the red plates anger you. You aren’t even allowed to run a public vehicle. How dare people zoom right in front of your eyes in sleek cars? (I have been thinking who are the ones that are violent in the protests recently, the rally yesterday provided insight. I didn’t see throwing stones there but the crowd present had a story to tell)
What difference do I make by talking politics?
Oh, I have a stereo system; I am tuned to the news all day long. What concern!
I can yell my frustration in the confinement of these four walls.
I can pour it out on every blank paper in sight. Oh, somebody referred to me as the daughter of the elite class… “Elite” nice term. I can even blog! How many people know of blogging in the first place? Blogs are the in thing in the cyberspace. Information superhighway. Big words for big people. People living in a poor country like Nepal blog too? It’s Nepal: some blog, some die of blockades. But bloggers and blog visitors don’t want to talk of those who die of it. They’ll be diverting the movement if they do that? Come on, show some concern for the cause of democracy.
Blogs are for the “concerned mass”. Concern is all you can show when you aren’t in Nepal. Then ‘concern’ is the in thing. Mere concern isn’t demanded when the nation is being swept by a wind of change. Absolutely not required when the nation is blazing in flames right in front of your eyes. Your debate about what is thousands is out protesting.
“If we go out on the streets, then what’s the difference between us and the other protestors?” was a question in the brainstorming session I was a part of two days back.
Why the hell do we have to be different, is my question, when the cause is the same? Standing out makes you the center of attraction. My generation have perhaps been brainwashed by the saying “Successful people don’t do different things they do things differently”. Not contextual buddies!
Being out is being heard. The French students demonstrate. The labor law is not implemented. What happened in the Chipko Andolan? People were out, literally wrapping themselves around the trees. That’s acting concerned. What if they had only blabbered about being concerned? Nothing.
What’s forcing the government to announce curfews? What has made it falter in its conviction of running the country smoothly during the protests? What is bringing it down on its knees? People. People. People. Who dared to come out, step out of the luxuries of their home. People who protested half naked, women who shouted “Chulo-chauko chadchaun, Loktantra lyauchhaun,” people who dared to whistle and clap in the prohibited areas and little children who left their parents baffled by giving speeches on democracy. Above all people who dared to step out despite the shotguns, the crashing batons in spite of the love of life.
Not the ones who stare at the computer screen all day long debating on what is right and what is wrong, not the ones who thought they were accomplishing something great by guffing time and again of what democracy is, lecturing others don’t you see Democracy is not Girija and Makune as though they were the only ones who knew of it! Not people like us absolutely.
There’s a time for everything.
Passive resistance, we have been doing that for the last 230 years. We did it when monarchs ruled; we resisted the fallacies of the politicians in the last 14 years of democracy. Pacifist rebels, that’s what the king turned us into after the Feb 1st move. It’s high time we turned into active revolutionaries. Pacifist nevertheless.
High time we were out, bare and blatant.
No more of meaningless chatter. Enough!Ati bhaisakyo.
I am out, are you?