Y'allah Masr!! ( Go Ahead Egypt!!)

The way revolution rose, the way it made the world shake. It’s amazing. It reminded me of the French revolution. And the Russian. It’s dramatic rise, the likes of which you only see in movies, when all sorts of people join hands and speak in one voice was one of a kind (the teenager in me thinks). If this revolution gets a ‘happy’ ending, I would be one of those who witness history and go on talking about it for as long as they live. But along with that I would like to sing songs in the praise of Julian Assange. I strongly believe that this might be the decade where we move towards ‘democracy’ in the world. But then it might not be the decade too.

The power of USA is baffling. You are never sure where they stand in matters of power. While half of the world is praying and hoping it’s the end of American supremacy, the rest are already dead due to the fear of what if they acquire more power or continue to be as strong as they are at the moment.

The power is evident from this one ‘eyebrow raising’ event of disconnecting Egypt from internet. Can you imagine a world without any means of communication? Well if you can’t, bad for you. Because as difficult it might be to imagine such a situation, it is so possible. A whole country offline, you can now talk of censorship and free flow of information.

Although all that is happening around the world might be an international peace maker’s dream but what we need to be careful about is where we are heading to. I hope that just like the independence of India, the effort and dedication of all these people doesn’t go waste. The questions to be seen answered are many and I ponder. Will these countries be able to maintain their individuality and essence after their inclusion in the realm of democracy? How far are we going to be able to move ahead before the clutches of uncertainty, corruption and confusion hold and try to drag us back again?  I am one of those people who think that democracy at its worst can be as much as if not more stifling than a dictatorship.

And still, with the hope of breaking free in my heart I call out, “Y'allah Masr!!”