|Fallen Nepalese Nationals |
I have absolutely no right to sit comfortably on my laboratory chair and babble about how sorry I feel about what happened. I have no right. Only a moment ago, I was making plans to go out, get myself a nice little glass of hand crafted, totally overpriced beer and here I am, feeling sorry. Shame on me.
I don't know what to say. I am deeply deeply bothered and the only way I can express myself is to write. I write when I am bothered, it's a way for me to channel my inner anger, anger at things that's beyond my control. That's the only way I can remain sane.
As I stare at the pictures of families in grief and try to imagine the pain they are going through at the moment, it's a little too overwhelming. I am sorry. I am sorry that the world has come to this point, that the current, educated generation of youths of Nepal can only just stare at their monitor screens and well, feel helpless. Maybe a little hopeless about the future, a future that we want to share with the rest of the world.
I don't know what else to say but to have this blind faith that things will get better. That nepalese will not have to go outside begging for work while placing themselves in midst of conflicts that is not theirs. Build stadiums that is not theirs. Wipe people's butts that is not theirs.
All I can say at this point is,
F**k you god or whoever. Enjoy that little party you are having up there.