A time-traveller’s mind that I have, I woke up in 2045 AD, in the city of Kathmandu, a bustling metropolis with skyscrappers, and the technology to simply vie and die for. The last three decades has seen a monumental rise of the erstwhile poor country. The reason behind such a gigantic leap can be pinned down to one super human, an all-encompassing omniscient leader that the country was fortunate to have whose lifesize portrait is in every Nepali’s drawing room, and he happens to be none other than the Rt Honorable Prime Minister of Nepal – Mr KP Sharma Oli. Well, give him a jubilant pack of cheers.
A couple of ticks, and the many screens on my room gives a detailed account of all the happenings in and around my house. Due to the superfast internet technology that is the envy of the world, the computer shows a few dozen alternatives of my path to the beautiful town of Chitwan where I commute for work every day. The journey from Kathmandu to Chitwan takes about 15 minutes by train on a busy traffic day, i.e if the Naubise intersection of the railway has to deal with all the trains bound for Europe and the Americas.
I stand up to give a grand Namaste to our ‘Rastra Pita’ Mr Oli and then head towards the bathroom. Water, for a change is free flowing. The purified Bagmati, runs to the taps of each of the capital’s household. Not so long ago, the river was the second name for pollution, but ever since Mr Oli came to power in 2015, some three decades ago, he simply purified the entire river to each tiny molecule of H2O. All thanks to his massive campaign and peerless vision, pure water comes to all the household and the surplus water is exported to the taps as far as the Maldives down south.
Bathing done, I head to the kitchen. Breakfast is ready in no time, for we have uninterrupted cooking gas supply through the ‘taps’ as envisioned by this great incarnation of a leader named Oli ji. This blue fire coming out of my sophisticated stove makes small work of cooking the breaskfast for a dozen people in the best of times. I look at the metre on the wall, it says I have used about 3 litres of gas, coming at 25 paise per hour. It would have all been a dream, had it not been for the timely insight of the great Oli ji who spoke and spoke to shatter the tenacious stones of the base of the Himalayas to let out the gases, supposedly emanating from the great Bholenath’s gastric outlet.
Set out of my Lalitpur home at 7 21 AM and it was exactly 7 39 AM when I found myself opening my computer in Chitwan for a presentation that I need to deliver to the representatives to the delegates of all the other nations of the world. The presentation is on how to find untapped natural resources to make optimal use of them all on a fast-track way. All one needs is to learn to talk and just get the two fingers to tick into your palm and the job gets done.
The world wonders at the fast pace at which Nepal transformed itself from being a developing country to the super-developed nation, all in less than a decade. Little do they know, that we have a visionary leadership to do so. Our PM knows how to talk and one knows for sure once you talk, work is done by default – planning, toiling and executing are a thing of the past.
I guess our task has gotten all the more comfy because of the six Deputy Prime Ministers that we have. The development has gathered pace and the work gets done faster, six fold due to the presence of these gem-like leaders under the immaculate and second-to-none leadership of this man, a sweet-talking man who knows how to talk and talk. Did I mutter nonsense as well, well I do apologize.
A banging headache makes me wake up for the second time. On the scorching heat at 12 15 PM, I find my self collapsed under the weight of a red cylinder of a thing on my back, an empty one at that. And whosoever said it was 2045 AD, it is January 2016 as of now and I had seemingly fainted in a serpentine queue after the rumors of the gas bullet trucks landing into the godown started a massive stampede, from which I was lucky to emerge as a survivor.
Talks and more talks are no good. Let us not make ourselves the butt of all the world’s jokes and get working. Our work, and only that can take us out from this quagmire of an energy crisis. Not a garrulous, sweet-talking, so-called leader fond of all idioms and idiots. Pranaam Oli ji, now let us go together to the queue in Lagankhel for half a cylinder of gas.
Writing with a purpose 