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Acting government a mere spectator


“We are doing our best," Nepal police spokesman Binod Singh said. "But the problem is that most of the attackers do it from hiding and then escape." This is a quote I pulled out from the BBC website. I am glad BBC has finally talked to the police and now we know what the police are doing to stop this act of violence against schools bearing international names. But my question to Binod Singh is “Is it not the police’s job to catch and punish the perpetrators?” 

There is hardly any condemnation from the Nepal Government or any act of law and order maintained by the police in order to stop the barbaric act performed time and again by the Maoist fraction led by Mohan Baidya.  Despite the fact that the Baidya faction has been burning and shutting down schools and school buses none of the civil society members have voiced their concern except one press release from the UN. What are UNICEF and other large organizations who receive billions of dollars per year to protect and work for the children waiting for? And since when is shutting down schools and burning school buses a strategy to make the government listen as aptly said by the co-ordinator Sharad Rasaili, The Maoist-affiliated All Nepal National Independent Students' Union? 

I met an old friend this weekend who consults for a UN organization. He wrote a fine press release condemning the current situation and wanted the heads of the UN to approve it. The press release got shelved because the UN heads did not want to offend any political party members or blame any government body as they wanted to maintain the friendship as long as they are in Nepal. I understand it is important for an international non government organization to maintain a diplomatic relationship but when they fail to do their job for the sake of relationships, these organizations repeatedly fail to fulfill their objective. 

I do not hold the international organizations responsible for not taking out more press releases or for not trying to create dialogues to pave the way for a peaceful closure. This is an internal matter and the government should be held responsible and act accordingly. But the trend in Nepal is such that hardly any person in power is held accountable whether it is corruption or murder or simply violating the rights of the people. Why have these innocent children got to suffer and what is the agenda behind Baidya’s actions against schools bearing foreign names? 

I am nostalgic when I think about the olden days when a murder in the far west would cause an uproar bringing immediate attention of the then deceased King Birendra. There was a time when a strike in the country was a taboo, a time when political parties were accountable and a time when the leaders stepped down if their party members committed an act of shame. Today the democracy in Nepal has provided so much leverage to the ruling parties that none of them are held accountable for fraud, corruption and even murderers are pardoned and allowed to rule. 

The Maoists fought a long war sacrificing many lives, mostly poor; a fight against poverty and corruption. But the same leaders today are embezzling funds from every department they can lay their hands on. The extravagant lifestyle of Prachanda is a proof that these Maoists leaders who survived by sacrificing the poor souls are here to prey on the poor.  It is a scary situation and one dare not ask questions about Prachanda’s wealth and his lifestyle. The shooting of one of the chief justice couple of months back is a strong message to those who dare. 

The security in Nepal is at its worst. The goons harvested by the political parties whip a crime in a whim and the society bears the brunt of it in utter silence. These goons are committing grave crimes in the name of politics where students and their parents are lurched in a limbo watching and waiting in utter despair. And the government becomes a mere spectator too!

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