Long long ago in our neighboring country was founded an organization that like many of its times vowed to fight for the cause of Tamils to rise and question the atrocities committed by a government on its own people. People who ran hither tither turned around and united under these movements to fight back. As time passed, one movement that called itself the tiger of all movements killed its own brethren and became the king of the hill.
As years turned decades, governments changed and the world changed. The world lines relatively blurred and economies merged and the world unified more than ever before. On the sidelines, terrorism became a common menace. Soon there were different flavours, jihadists, talibans, maoists and many others, all of them said they fought for the cause of their people.
Battles became wars and rivers turned red and cities became ruins and people became just living creatures. More blood was shed than the cause that started the whole war and more was lost than achieved in the process. The very people whose cause was being fought by these organizations started running away from them. Maimed, deprived of living, education, hygiene, they wanted no part in the war, they just wanted to be left alone, their newer generations did not even understand why they were living in constant fear.They were not alone, having tried its best to draw a truce, the world grew tired of it as well.
Finally, it had to end one way or the other and it did. Now , the world is all eyes on the government to see how it rehabilitates its citizens and gives them the much needed support. How will this happen, I wonder. The answer lies in the world history, we often underestimate the resilience and capability of human beings. A brief look at our own history tells us that there were millions and millions of people that were killed, maimed, raped and kidnapped in a war that we called partition. Many lost their families and wealth and were reduced to paupers in a stroke that rooted them out of their homes and transplanted them to the streets of cold Delhi, Punjab and West Bengal. Millions of them were farmers and knew nothing else. Deprived off their land, they couldn't farm! The government tried its best to give them land to farm and houses to live. It was far from adequate. People were given meager allotments. This is history, today, one hears that these very people are one of the most patriotic, successful, daring and prosperous people of this country. How did they achieve it? Pure hard work and perseverance. They tilled the soil whether it was cultivable or not and they went about in a bull headed manner and just achieved it despite years of droughts that followed Independence. Thankfully the British did not scream at Nehru saying he was not doing enough. They just did not care if the country went to the dogs.
It shows us that there is nothing time cannot heal and there is nothing that can stop a man from succeeding when it comes to survival , however bleak the situation might seem.
What I wish for the people of my community in my neighbouring country is the same, let there be peace, let the wounds heal, let there be quiet, let them have a new beginning that has been denied to them for so long by the war. Let the lines of division blur, let them live together as one nation, let them give another shot at building trust among their own people, let them rebuild their homes, let them get a chance to educate their children, let them produce a thousand Muthaiah Muralitharans, let them have a chance to prosper and enjoy life the way it should be, let them spend quiet evenings with their grand children, let there be happiness in the air that has been bereft of even a child's smile for decades.
As a brother nation, let us support the cause of unification, let us not be the cause for wounds to remain unhealed, Let us stop drawing afresh the lines of division, let us try and erase them,let us help them rebuild the nation Let us stop spreading the poison of vengeance, let us spread love and not hatred. I love my country and I'm proud that am an Indian and a Tamil. Let us also give them a chance to redeem their pride as a Srilankan and a Tamil too
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