It was his revolution, he had started it, he had built it, he had sown the seeds, he had envisioned it. The final blow to the corrupt and non functional legislature would be given tomorrow morning and then the nation would be born again, the triumph would have to be sustained and he was already neck deep in calculations and planning to make things perfect. he knew that there would be suffering, he knew that there might be bloodshed too, but he was not prepared for ethical degradation of the revolution. as he stood by the window of his secret headquarters, these were his very thoughts.
How would he make sure that all the people that undertook this journey with him, will withstand the trials of time and shut themselves off from basic human emotion of greed. How would he make sure that the people along with him will respect the thought that created the revolution and won't get busy in amassing wealth and power. He didn't have an answer and he was worried. He knew that the only way he could become truly great was, if he is successful in making this revolution glorious, and history, not just his story, but rather story of the times when a new paradigm of governance came into being.
He thought about his closest aides, and how they respect him, but how he was slowly loosing trust in them, How he wanted so very often to spy on them, to know what they were up to
He thought about the people, who were the foot soldiers of this revolution and how they have hope and believe in him, but he felt that they knew nothing about the vision, or at the best had their own philosophy about the vision. It seemed a mammoth job to even get them to think on the same lines.
he thought about the people he was about to over throw, they seemed wicked and fake, and source of all that was evil. But they had been elected by the very same people who wanted a change now. "Why did they choose such a bunch of Jokers ?", he thought. and there was no answer. he thought about the first time when he had thought about this revolution, the first time when he had thought that the democracy can be taken over by democracy, that all it takes is to have a revolution at the time when nation goes to polls.
His Idea was simple, he re-invented the word leader and showed people what leadership should mean. He spent so much time amongst people, making them realize that eventually they have the power to overthrow the biggest of tyrants. He taught them hope and inculcated the habit of asking questions.
Then he chose the best among them to be his leaders, and he surprisingly got away with all this, because he never talked about politics.
Then finally after 20 years of hard work, hi leaders declared their candidature for general elections as independents. He knew they are sure to win, he knew that the power belongs to him, he knew that he can now walk the last mile and finally make his nation what he dreamt of.
"Enough of this crap", he said, and walked of his office to meet a delegation of people who had come to see the great leader and visionary and talk to him about their concerns. He folded his hands in the traditional salutation, just then he felt a piercing pain in hi chest. He looked down and could see a hole, just above his heart. Blood was oozing out and his green shirt was becoming black. He tried to regain balance, but fell to his side and world heard the famous words once again "Hey Ram"
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Arise, awake and stop not, till the goal is achieved.
~Vivekanand
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