To you who know me not

As this nation grapples from the shocking revelations of the man who was to usher its people to a new era, nationality, diplomacy, political strategy, lokantra, ganatantra seem fake, trivial and meaningless to me. I’ve lost interest in it, and all ‘interest’ I garnered for the issues not only seem ‘ridiculous’ but rather a ‘feigned interest’ to me now. I did engage in conversations when the issue came up but I’ve had enough of it now. It’s like a bunch of people out there, in some corner of Kathmandu, speeding around with their motorcade supposedly deciding the fate of this nation, my fate, your fate, our fate but they don’t know me. They don’t know you or anyone of ‘us’ either. They’ll never care to. For their ‘need’ for us ended the moment ‘we’ voted for them. We, the ‘aware’ citizens of the nation made a well thought decision of choosing them. So they have their ‘day’ now. Every dog has its day. It’s their day today. When having to choose from a bunch of thugs one is most likely to opt a ‘new’ player who has never got the chance to prove his ‘unworthiness’ I suppose. But when the game is played only among ‘thugs’, one should never underestimate any new entrée. Lesson learnt. A change of team is required. All the old players, each and every one of them should be overthrown. For all of you had your chance and you lost it. You simply LOST IT. Thank you everyone! And special thanks to you Mr. Ferocious, for you were the last straw to break the camel’s back. You were the heaven-sent devil angel whole sole duty was to throw us from ‘frying pan’ into the ‘fire’.