We stand today. We stand tall and salute to 62 years of sovereignty, of free will, of independence.
Why only today do we wake up from a year-long of indolent attitude, or so it seems. Our obsession for patriotism is hidden in the negatives of work which are only magically developed when this month arrives. Why can’t our passion be watermarked, even so under the print of hectic schedules of everyday, but at least there. The flares of nationalism smolder all day long today but when the night falls and we go to sleep, we take with us the day’s zest of devotion into our dreams which are vanished as soon as we wake for another day. Is that all we should do, can do? Or have we become so pitiful that we take the hide behind excuses like work and responsibilities.
All the channels in television will broadcast nationalistic movies, show such videos, radios will air similar songs, newspapers will post front-page headlines of stories at the border or publish special interviews of our heroes, but why only today? Our existence is purely on the sacrifice and continuing vigor of our brave men and all we can do is sing for them? A little ridiculous isn’t it? Certainly our actions are not bound by anything or anyone, then why cant we do more? I agree that I am no icon to be talking at such a stand but this realization hit me and forced me to reflect about my own actions.
When a soldier dies at the fighting font, we title him a martyr. At the most, his name would be carved onto a brick and cemented onto a wall. That’s it. Do any of us know about the family he leaves behind, perhaps of his children who play in the same street he left behind, glancing ever so often to see a slight blur of their father to appear again. Try to know. It really hurts.
I am confident that an awake population of over a billion people, we can connect to the militia and their families, at least emotionally if not by anything else. I am not judging or criticizing, nor am I provoking, I am just another voice of a nation where we salute the tricolor and curtsy the hoisting of our flag with a gratifying smile on our faces and a tinkle of hope in our eyes.
Why only today do we wake up from a year-long of indolent attitude, or so it seems. Our obsession for patriotism is hidden in the negatives of work which are only magically developed when this month arrives. Why can’t our passion be watermarked, even so under the print of hectic schedules of everyday, but at least there. The flares of nationalism smolder all day long today but when the night falls and we go to sleep, we take with us the day’s zest of devotion into our dreams which are vanished as soon as we wake for another day. Is that all we should do, can do? Or have we become so pitiful that we take the hide behind excuses like work and responsibilities.
All the channels in television will broadcast nationalistic movies, show such videos, radios will air similar songs, newspapers will post front-page headlines of stories at the border or publish special interviews of our heroes, but why only today? Our existence is purely on the sacrifice and continuing vigor of our brave men and all we can do is sing for them? A little ridiculous isn’t it? Certainly our actions are not bound by anything or anyone, then why cant we do more? I agree that I am no icon to be talking at such a stand but this realization hit me and forced me to reflect about my own actions.
When a soldier dies at the fighting font, we title him a martyr. At the most, his name would be carved onto a brick and cemented onto a wall. That’s it. Do any of us know about the family he leaves behind, perhaps of his children who play in the same street he left behind, glancing ever so often to see a slight blur of their father to appear again. Try to know. It really hurts.
I am confident that an awake population of over a billion people, we can connect to the militia and their families, at least emotionally if not by anything else. I am not judging or criticizing, nor am I provoking, I am just another voice of a nation where we salute the tricolor and curtsy the hoisting of our flag with a gratifying smile on our faces and a tinkle of hope in our eyes.
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