For the past 40+ hours, my Facebook newsfeed been hit by overtly emotional posts from everyone expressing their love, their inspirations from the eminent leader that passed away. I appreciate the humanity people show towards other people who they have not seen or met. It moves me to see people getting emotional only by influence. I saw people crying out loud. I saw people praying to god that it was a false information. I heard people cursing the gods. Without any doubt, that leader was a great person. Or were they?
Exactly a year back, weren’t we all actually outraging over the internet? There was this mass artificial natural disaster that had ripped apart Tamil Nadu and dismantled the civilization into Nothingdom. I distinctly remember seeing posts and sharing memes(Guiltily) which told that the successive election would definitely be a change in TN political scenario.
After moving on from the floods, or rather diving into forgetville, we were met with a scenario which we could’ve used to change our Government and a part of our lives a bit. The social networks raged and raved about how it is our responsibility to alter the usual politics in Tamil Nadu.
But the 53% poll attendance proved otherwise.
We conveniently forgot the what happened in the previous years, hell we didn’t remember what happened only 5 months prior to the election. The whole of Tamil Nadu was shocked by the number of people who turned up to vote. All those memes, posts, rallies, Awareness Videos and campaigns went down the drain, so did our dignity. The little sliver of hope that was the results, were also brutal. All these keyboard kshatrians were just existing out here.
I vividly remember being delighted people thrashing all the politicians for their irresponsible silence during major events in the state. I was surprised that with this force of energy from people, TN was going to change.
We lost ourselves to the emotional Atchayar evoked in us by the Media. We completely forgot what had actually happened and we forgot to look into detail or try to find/know the backroom manipulation behind all this. If only our parents could feel a percentage of emotion for their children they felt for people they barely met in life or if the children could respect their parents as much as they respect the leaders whom they don’t know much about, our Country would be elsewhere. Where did we muster so much emotion from? what happens to this emotion during important events? I seriously don’t get it.
Maybe Forgetting is a national trait. Hypocrisy is a now human nature.
By now you must think I’m a disrespectful person who doesn’t honor the dead. But I do, I really do. I respect that Position as much as the person who came out of all the difficulties of life. It’s just that I try to care the alive more.
May be if you ever think a little bit, even a miniscule amount that I’m right, you might try to change yourself.