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Judgement Day

Well there are certain things in life that is always special the first time. And am sure you will all agree to be given the opportunity of choosing your electoral candidate is surely one of them...
Finally after a long grueling 18 years of my life, i can finally vote. Now people like me , who live in Bengal, generally consider voting to be one of those things that do not make a difference to the outcome. A little of this and a little of that by our honorable rulers make sure that their 32 years of reign remains unchallenged.
Now now, I am sure it's not my vote that made the difference , but am again sure that it did invoke a change.
When 65% of the Universal Adult Franchise is below the age of 42 years , every vote counts, especially of the youth.
Sometimes they "What's Without Remedy Should Be Without Regard",  but sometimes its this indifference that prevents the remedy from being prominent enough to be noticed.

The results this year were overwhelming. In fact even overwhelming is am understatement. It has been a change that people had given hope upon. It has been a decision that we thought extinct, it has been a revelation that we considered impossible....
The indelible ink this year shall remain all the more so, considering the paramount success of those who spoke "For The People Of India" and not on grounds of personal benefit....


"Never ask what this country did for you, but what you did for this country."
I always complained about the political scenario. Argued with conviction in debates that well hope is blinkering vision, but today when i cast my vote, the country doesn't let me complain. May be it's just the coincidence of the transition and me coming of age, but I would love to believe that when you do your deeds well, the results will surely show.


Kudos to the nation, and obviously to people of Bengal, for finally showing , that in a democracy , dictatorship will face its doom sooner or later. When you take your voters for granted..... The democratic soul of all Indians rise for the single cause, the cause for the country... And that's when Democracy Strikes Back.....

Comments

Butterfly said…
Yeah, the power of democracy really was portrayed this time, spceially in West Bnegal. It feels good to vote, doesn't it? I'll be able to vote in the Assembly polls and I'm excited from now only.
Butterfly said…
Hey, I just saw your new post about Mamata and CPM, Julius Caesar style. Its great! With due respect to Shakespeare, I think you have done a brilliant job. That's humour at its best. :-D
Amrita said…
"Never ask what this country did for you, but what you did for this country."
this is i would say a v strong statement made by you....maybe u r right..its d indifference amongst d youth which led 2 a dictatorial political scenario...but i guess 2days youth hav dat insight 2 undastand wats gud 4 their country.as u rightly said..d results proved a lot of things!!..v olways talk bout changing d system but i vehemently bliev votin 4 d right person is 1 step in dat direction.i dream of an egaliterian state....n i hav a feelin 1 day my dreams wud b stark reality...
u r lucky 2 hav olredy voted..
kip writin..
god bless u always!!!
n ven u post next..do tell me..

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