Hokato Awomi
Pimla
Issues are not simple and the cub is not a cat anymore but a cruel tiger.
Our ancestors had acted upon along with the words; their action had given us an identity today. Most of us do not put our words into actions, be it in religious or political matters… we want something to be changed but expect that change be made by some else. We talked about sacrifices but that sacrifices had to make by other. It is like telling someone ‘you eat bone and I’ll eat flesh meat’. Our awesome comments would not be effective if we fail to act upon with our spited words. Remember that this rally do not cater primarily only on the questions of abatement of taxation but against the misuse of people’s given legitimate power, against life threat of its own peoples, diminishing images of Naga future, against tyranny, corruption against suppressing peoples legitimacy of rights, liberty, freedom, stealing the future of the peoples, In defiance of dictatorships, high headedness, blind & deafening men’s in power. You and I might not muster the guts, grab the balls and dare to hold a banner of protest lone at the road, at the outside of the offices of the government, outside the house of corrupted men’s of power... people might laugh at you, you might be blown away in air by their swift breathe of power in sec. As per our current scenario probably the men’s in power may declare as mental, if one shouts the slogan of protest alone on the road but people’s together as one, none dare to look upon at us unsound for raising the voice against something evils.
Are you waiting to enjoy the fruits from someone garden, without planting your own. Are you truly satisfying in being that way, THINK?
Our SILENCE will swallow us up one day, we must break our long-term pact of peace deal with silence and muster our courage to break away from it no matter at what cost or else that silence will poison us to death. The world is a dangerous place to live in not because of the people who are evil, but because of the people who do not do anything about and the only way for the evil to prosper is silence of the good man.
Salvation though a distant melancholy yet forgiveness at hand from almighty God. Death be its own place, destiny be at maker control. With mother and sister’s praying under the door, I walk down the valley marching down to the plains with head held high up armored with God grace fixing my eye to my creator to protect our people. Filled my heart by my ancestor’s courage, resisting the voice of comforts, forwarding against the monsters of peace carrying the banner of peace, justice, equality and fraternity. Though at a far distant place, blessed with wonderful holey holes of rocks and pond roads I will partake in; My people’s struggles, for a change, for a better tomorrow, for a secure future. Are you joining for better tomorrow or going to complain inside your kitchen with keyboard at your hand and be social media warrior? There should be no exception except for the death, the dying and the rocks and trees.
History has always witnessed the triumph of good over evil, I’m not trying to be hooligan at any cost or insinuating peoples towards bloodshed and destructions or to create an enmity between My Brother’s but infusing an ideology to raise voice for pursuing justice, peace and harmony because I love my Nagalim, she is dying and she needs me and you to give her a LIFE. Join the People’s Struggle.
