The other day I thought of writing few lines which may be consumed by a celebrity like Bill Gate, they say…. he is fond of reading. The enlightenment came to me as I jumped out of my bed to reach the stars and the moon this morning. Early mornings are always wonderful as one gets to hear a little cacophony of birds. I do not know if we still have birds in Kathmandu…. I wonder. Which reminds me one little the “Dennis the Menace” caricature early in my college days University of Roorkee ; where one gets to read his exclamation on the birds dangling from the wires..a sad reminder of our connectivity to the rest of the world of present times. We still rely so much on the poles which litter our city. One may see two prominent features in places like Kathmandu. First is the dust which almost chokes you out of your mind and the second is the poles and the dangling wires a symbolic intrusion of technology barring all the pot holes littering the roads of our neighborhood.
Had to rewind my alarm clock somehow this morning, as I decided to forgo all the mystic heavenly bodies from my sight …as I was preparing myself to get moving for the election the following hours .. that is today. Somehow I managed to drag my feet to the morning walk. That little stroll I can never miss. I had to cross that limit of 10,000 steps irrespective of any holidays I could encounter, which connects me to all the letters marked either in RED or BALCK in our calendar dictating our freedom for leisure or the bread and butter. The ratio of red and white letters in the calendar is somehow crossing the limits of our endurance. I am sure if the trend of public holidays continues with all the inclusivity bestowed to us through this new constitution. A sad dichotomy of the achievements empowered to all the Nepalese if nothing else for that matter. These nasty breaks from the workdays might demand a hefty compensation out of our social service incentive any time sooner in an improvised country like Nepal.
The election fever must have been gripping my nerves by now, but the App has failed to register that big number of 10,000 steps. Don’t you think I am reluctant to cast my vote as a bonafide citizen of the country, I can guess. Is it the App or my conscience which is dragging me from reaching the ballot box. My casual talk with “Aama” the octogenarian lady in our neighborhood should have given me enough reason to relinquish my rights. She was so very indifferent on the outcome of the election and her own voting rights, yet eager to be a part of the statics of the ballot. I am not yet sure if I am ready to curse on all the equation of lost opportunity and the chaotic state of the country, the sufferings we have endured through the last 20 years of democratic anarchy If I become really wise as a citizen of the country. These presumption might not let me reach the ballot I wonder….!!!
It is 3.33pm and I have yet to vote, that may add a little pride on the value of one vote that I OWN to change the very equation of political gimmicks.. This one Vote which may be the last vote to reach the a ballot box may eventually save the nation to become next “ North Korea”. With the Fitbit App on my wallet and my steps getting closer to 10,000, let me cast the last vote to save the nation.