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Letter to Emmie

Dear Emmie,
 
Its really long time since I last talk to you, I felt good to share the pain of the chaos of street in Kathmandu, the cloud of uncertainty hovering over here. I am again here to tell you the story of my nation, which is apparently to its cilmax. But noone knows, whther it leads to a peaceful starting of new day.
 
Today is the first day of the general strike called by the political parties. They have called the strike for 4 days. Honestly speaking, that is not affordable for the general people, who have to make money and feed their family.
Lots of people are really indifferent to the current happenings, the semi literate and labours can never think beyond themself, and their family, Nepal has finally been proved as a big laboratory of socio-political experiment. Leaders Never leaded, and people never followed. None of the king, maoists and political parties seemed devotional and honest to the people and nation.
 
Emmie, i think, u believe in democracy as i do and everybody do. The 21st century doesn't want to be ruled by the communicst  autocracy or a despot monarch. But it has already been 4 years that nepalese leaders are fighting for so called absolute democracy. King, who is the current ruler of the Nation says, he too believes in democracy and democratic environment prevails in the nation. But political parties are demanding a ceremonial king with no power in his hand. Emmie, what i think is all these powers are practising the politics of words not action. Noone is serious about the grassroot people. They stay in the capital and shape their political principles according the the urbanizational complexity they live with.
 
You know emmie, I need really long time to tell you about the everything going here. we talk about global village, we talk about globalization, and we say the world is a single village. But very few of the foreigners know about the current political situation in Nepal, Even you didn't know about the crisis here before I met you.
 
Nepal is like very isolated country from the world, it is forbidden and it is like a ethnic community inside the thick forest of amazon, that noone never cares.
 
well, very few numbers of vehicles are plying on the road, several protests and tyres burning can be seen, Even being a journalist I couldnt dare to ride motobike today (protesters allow vehicles of press, hospital and diplomates in general strike), I walked half an hour way from my room to a small office, near the SinghaDarbar (lion Palace), which is the office of the Government of Nepal.
 
I have closed the door, and listening the Wonderful tonight by Eric Clapton, contradictory to the real situation, But what Can I do? I can never think of going to the street and shout against the government, I can never think of burning  tyres and vehicles, and Very very honestly I cant afford a bullet of 5 dollars, to sacrifice my life, Because I know, this is politics and it will be happening......
 
KK

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  1. Hey young man , dont give up hope , its so sad to know all those tragic stories about your country, well this may be the turning point in Nepal's history, Lets hope there will be a new beginning , new dawn after this nightmare. And of course your life is more valuable than anything so just protect yourself. If you r , everything is, if you not , nothing matters.
     
     
    urs
    Emmie

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