LET ME SLEEP!!!

I have realised the that inevitable strain that i take on in my writings revolves around the realisations that have become the dominant part of my life as a teen in this country.

Keeping a people motivated was never an easy job. In the past there was constant and evident political turmoil that was enough to churn the social stew into decisive action without wasting too much time on the "Realisation process". However that was then. This is now. There is a dramatic change in the political climate, today. Not to be mistaken as a sobering up of leaders or any such work of fiction. NO! I mean that the people, the social stew, is less easily provoked. They have plenty of time to live and not enough time to be responsible for their lives.

The rate of that process of realisation has slackened to now represent the feeble attempts of a slug trying to run a marathon. Though the political climate is as charged (if not more; what with all the corruption and other general shit...) as what it used to be, there are less people bothering to get up and be moved or for that matter be mobilised by the various forces that, once upon a time, could very well unsettle the deep-seated complacency of the people. The people are less inclined to note that the downfall of the political system has everything to do with them. They aid and abet it and they will...WE will be the ones crushed by it as it reels toward redundancy. WE will be the perpetrators as well as the victims.

The sad irony is that we must wait for something like this before we even decide to move our muscles toward a new anything...beginnings aside, i will be supremely grateful even if we do manage to rake up a better start for the next chapter of our democracy. The advent of Republic Day has long since lost it's thrall as the general motivator of the masses toward sustained patriotism, real patriotism. Yes, we do love our country. But the days on which we are prepared to be agents of change can be counted on two fingers. And even then, that willingness will only last so long as the sun is low in the morning sky and the significance of the National Holiday has come heralding sleep-ins.

We are lost to realisations. We have drifted off into this realm, into a stupor that has managed to pry the real democracy away from our lifeless fingers. We have made the most of that lethargy. We have embraced it.

We cry foul, shout "bloody murder!" all at the drop of a hat. At the events that warrant more than just the disapproving shaking of fists, we hold peace marches and candle-lit walks. We raise slogans and paint angry banners. We "rise" together to battle that spectre of "evil" that invades our dreamy, fitful sleep. But that is all. We awaken to the nightmare but we are quickly cajoled into shutting our eyes again...like a child on a winter's morning...and we go back to the slumber to whom we have forfeited our ability to declare proudly that we are "Free, Independent, A Democracy". Our lullaby is soon to be our dirge. We surrender, we surrender. Take it. Our minds are yours. Just so long as you let us sleep....