Aakash woke up at his father's howling about the government's lack of console for the poor farmers. His mother, a simple housewife and very indifferent towards turpitude politics, just like Aakash, barely listened. But his father's grievances wouldn't stop. It was around 9:15. Shit!!! How many nights he had thought that the next morning he would wake up early and go for some jogging. But again and again he has failed himself. He has become too lazy!
He switched on his Nokia 6070 (all dat his dad could give out of his not too good, nor too bad job). That is the first thing he did every morning, always expecting an sms, not particularly from someone though. Although he is not so fond of smsing these days, but this small little anticipation every morning he would never compromise. He liked small joyful moments. It made him happy to live small moments of life. He is like this. This is Aakash, who lives simple and always hopes he could continue like dat all through.
"Have you seen that the government has declared a clandestine package for the farmers instead of returning their land?" his dad asked him. No way could have Aakash seen it. He woke up just 2 mins ago! He is still in his dreams, trying to remember what he saw. He never remembered one, unless its a nightmare.
"No dad. Please pass me the paper." was his humble reply. He always preferred reading the newspaper before going to brush. It was another moment that Aakash always savored.
These days the newspaper has got nothing to publish apart from some cataclysmic political news, thought Aakah. His mind instantly went back to the famous line of Mr. Kalam, "Why the media here is so negative?"
Its true, thought Aakash, but there is nothing that he can do. He is a common people. And this state offers no provision for the common people. If the case had been so then there would have not been any rallies, bandhs and all other malicious practice that the government calls as the voice of common people. People wouldn't have to bribe to get any job done. There wouldn't have been so many injustice done to the society. Aakash's reflections were broken at his father's voice asking his mother to give him his breakfast. It is 9:30. Dad has to leave for office, thought Aakash.
Aakash delved back once more into the newspaper to find something interesting. His current interest was to read aka memorize all the happenings of the Large Hadron Collider and the Barclays. His interest in cricket has diffused in the air after all the politics that has engulfed the BCCI. Again politics!!! Aaksh hated it more than anything.
"Did u see what this stupid Government is doing with the poor farmers? They have declared a package. Its ending time for this government. They will be doomed in the next election. The opposing party is fighting for the farmers. They will surely get the poor what they want, i.e., land.", his father remarked while eating.
Do the people really wanted their land back? Or did the opposing leader want to increase the vote bank?, thought Aakash. He didn't say anything except a "Hmm".
What is the government doing? They are confiscating the livelihood of thousands. And what good the opposing party is doing? Are they really fighting for the poor? Or are they just busy to get their selfish wants done. Aakash thought, the open newspaper still in front of him. The clock showed 9:40. But he didn't see it. He didn't see his father's angry glances at him for getting up late. He was deeply involved in his thoughts. Our country is a diversified one. We had all written an essay on Unity in Diversity at St. Anthony's. But where are the tiniest signature of it? There ought to be problems, quarrels, difference in ideas in such a big country. Even husband-wife, boyfriend-girlfriend, friends have quarrels among themselves. They have different ideas, different philosophies of life. No two person can be same. But all their quarrels ultimately end after sometime. This is all because they have room for reconciliation for their loved ones. Even two male chimpanzee kiss each other on their lips after they had fought over food, space or mate. Are the Indian politicians' ratings is lower than chimps? Even chimps have room for reconciliation. But these egoist giants dont. Nor they will tolerate if someone else wanted to make room for the same. They dont love their country. They dont love their people. They dont love themselves. The only thing they love is power, ego and corruption. We, the common people, suffer the most when these sick people practice matsynaya. Where is the room for us to live?
"Brush ur teeth, Aakash! You are getting late for breakfast!" Mom's angry call brought him back to his room. The only room for the three people in his family. But his room had space for reconciliation. That is why he has found paradise here. Ooops! Its nearly 10:00. Aakash will never change unless he gets his joining. He is profoundly bored staying at home. And more so at all the tragic trauma that is going through West Bengal. Hopefully it would end soon. But now he has to get out of bed. He also has to get his fingers accustomed at the Legendary Level of FIFA08. He is still not wining games at this level. My condition at FIFA is somewhat similar to the state's current condition, thought Aakash...
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