MIDWAY:Rights and wrong

I vividly remember my last days in senior high school for a rather embarrassing reason. We were nearing the end of academic year and teachers were struggling to complete courses on time. Pressure on the students to absorb the extra load was immense as well. So a few of us cooked up a brilliant plan to cool it off a bit...we decided to go to a picnic.

The trouble was, the picnic was scheduled on a weekday, which was precisely the idea of our impish brains — to break the monotony for one day. On the D-day, only a handful of souls turned up in college, the rest of us making merry at Sundarijal. The following day, an astonishing site awaited me as I bowed my head into the college gate. All my classmates had been lined up outside the principal’s office. All of us had been suspended. Instead of pleading guilty and asking for reprieve, the whole bunch, had protested in unison. After all, we had done the ‘right’ thing.

Oh yeah... and were suspended till the end of the session, which meant we had to study on our own. It was a horrendous mistake, but made with the fervour of the youth, no one was ready to acknowledge culpability. It was the recent incident of cops taking their superiors hostage in Western Nepal that brought back these bittersweet memories to my mind. Not one of my classmates could come up with any good justification for bunking classes when our teachers were working their socks off. If anything, we should have helped them. But when hormones course through young blood, the heart calls all the shots, the brain pushed to the backburner.

The advent of new Nepal seems to have given the youth the equivalent of 007’s licence to kill. They are obstructing vehicular movement, resorting to vandalism, dispensing vigilante justice, doing whatever they like and justifying it all in the name of fighting for legitimate reasons.

It is very important for the young generation to realise, that easy gains are ephemeral. The only things that pay off in the long run are hard work backed by unwavering devotion towards one’s cause.

We learned it the hard way, our pock-marked mark-sheets a solemn testament to the fact. Our biggest lesson: A thousand rights can’t justify a wrong.