Ironically, I'm loving the fellowship among the wailing and howling people, even during this kind of tribulation. When May and June went by so quiet, there was a great chance of having no disaster out here, but August came and have made this year unintentionally committed to another annual great mess of our home. It's been a long time that peace and serenity were our lovely guests.
Every year, we have this great mess: street protest, activism, hoarding, more violence and all sorts of things that make up a turbulent society. This year, all of us were so quiet until a bomb blast and an impending highway blockade, which is now underway. This blockade is equal to getting a kick on an empty stomach. But we are helpless.
Nobody has claimed responsibility of the blast. The blockade is because of a 20-year-old issue, about creating a new district out of an existing one. (And this very existing district is also a volatile area and a major epicentre of blockade for other socioeconomical an political issues.) This is not all. There is another blockade coming up on another highway in a day or two in another district.
New found consciousness
From every annual great mess
Recoil again soon.
In this mess, the most irritating thing is this cacophony of the people. Sometimes there's a feeling we are just like this. In other times, this is what makes us. This is our reality. Doomed to fail. And knee-jerk reactions. And painfully reactive instead of being proactive. Now I want to build some hope in a reclusive calm of my inner self. How can be a society in the 21st century too primitive?
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