A new Year

It finally feels like a new year now, I mean after these elections. I have been reading all these editorials and opinions on various websites of Pakistani newspapers,TV and forums. Some how its elating, even sitting thousands of miles away from home and not having been there to vote. I am not the one to predict how it will go on and what it will do to for the welfare and betterment of the nation, the people, if any thing at all.

I however, know one thing that the will of the people has been done. The powers to be in our great republic the military-civil bourgeois, Uncle Sam, the Kings and Princes on the other side of the Arabian Sea are all some how subservient to the will of the people ! the Joe on the street.

Could it really be true, is it what it is or is it just another mirage ? is it the preface to another horrific chapter, a chapter the epilogue of which will never be written.

Parallels have been drawn to last time we surpassed our very own records on democracy and empowerment, the one in 1970 and the dismemberment of the republic the eastern wing. A General was responsible for conducting those elections and here we have another General, albeit retired responsible for another such gift to the nation, or is he?

Questions remain untold in our nations short history, from the breakdown of that rickety ambulance between the Airport in Karachi and the Governor house to the PIA aircraft that made a fateful landing 8 years ago.

Hoewever, above all these emotions; of bewilderment, pride, anxiousness, curiosity the most strongest one is of longing, of missing home - the mother land. For once I wanted to be there when history was being made, to witness my country men joyous and happy, to feel like how it feels to not having been violated, to feel empowered, to feel you mean some thing, to feel part of history. Motherland I miss you.