Cooling Day

My undergraduate days were a very difficult period for me, cognitive wise that is. I was upset, appalled, angry and angsty at the things which I wasn’t informed previously. I spent lots of time discussing with Caesar about the changes we need in the nation and the shortcomings of the party.

I contemplated joining the opposition wing in time to come in hope to cause some changes. The first job I applied was with AWARE. (Not that they are opposition, but the status of women in the nation is my utmost concern)

I was a very unhappy undergraduate. I spent lots of time during my devotion telling and complaining to God, and for a period of my life, I get agitated at every sweeping statement made about accepting the status quo and I jumped at every comments made by others which I considered highly uninformed and ignorant.

I guess I have more or less came out of that phase and I am really grateful about it. My struggles were not futile because in my struggles, I was eager to discover more and be opened to another perspective.

I have come to realize that no party is perfect. I have learnt both to question the dominant and the opposition. I see the insecurity of the dominant party and hence some highly undemocratic decisions. I begin to understand why some policies have to be the way it is in the post independent period. I also see the attitude behind the opposition and question their commitment to deliver when elected.

The dominant party has to change. Times have change and needs have change. Education allows people to stand on their feet and think and of course to question. At the same time, the weakness of our education system also means that we might have created a large group of people who are unable to see things in a bigger picture and make choices based on feelings.

I see flaws in the dominant party, I see imperfect people. However I see track record, I see attempt to change, I see love even if it is not the way we would want it.

As for the other side, I see bitterness, I see anger, I see disillusioned and the marginalized. The way I used to be. Not their fault entirely, but I see the danger of such a spirit. It is highly contagious but it clutters your mind, poison your spirit and definitely will affect your decisions.

Looking back at our growing up years - we like to come together with friends who are as angry and angsty as us. We may be right in the things we say, we feel better for a while but did we cause change?

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