Nepal farm?

“All animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others”

Many a times I think, Are we living a fairytale? The one that supposedly is an ironical piece of Fairy tale. As I keep thinking, I find it funny and at the same time devastating. And as I keep going, with my bewildering imagination, I am taken aback. As each of the characters of the story fall into places, and as I draw resemblance with them, it seems so much like a tale, one that none of the nation would wish for. But there always seems to be a huge difference, there they were mere witless and dud lower organisms and here we are best of the best organisms alive, Homo sapiens! Ironical yet true, That is what I feel at least now, about the Fairytale, “Animal Farm”. And when I synchronize my own viewpoints, I see moreover the same plot, just the characters are replaced. And this is how Nepalese politics seems to be, to me. With the ever going, pass the buck game, and making a hay while the sun shines, upon the incapability of the other, it surpasses every organisms morale, be it a unicellular or much sophisticated of beings. There in the pages of the tale are confined the remote possibilities and somewhat existent situations of the then great Britain. A nation that has a long history with every sort of thing, be it colonialism, or industrial revolution or communism. And when we turn to the history of this small Ex-kingdom of Nepal, we have been conjuring all along to have a nation as a whole, a sole discrete nation. And just with a few decades of a whole independent dominium, this out splash has led us all into an abyss of hope, and nothingness all at the same time. There in the pages the animals, so called superior amongst them would easily equivocal the inferior ones, and here mediocre beings are guiding a heterogeneous mob, the whole nation. As I imagine myself as one amongst those inferior beings, who would blindly follow their comrade, I discern myself as a hapless soul, born in the right place but in the wrong time. Despite all this, I still know and believe that, we are much more different than those naïve little beings, we can think for ourselves, we can stand for ourselves, we don’t need to resort to the tale that our comrades write, dictate. We are not bound to follow their minds, their wills and their rules, we can change, change the face of our time; Of our lives and our nation. We can still move along the way with our endurance and perseverance, cause with every setting sun, there is always a rising one! J

Amen!