In favor of free citizens

of Roja Khet Ranas. Roja Bari, Khark, Forest and Garden Ranas. of Tar, Bensi, Valley and Charicharan Ranas. The big palaces of the Ranas standing in the city, chowk and chowk. They rule, we rule. They are proud, we are servants. We sang their devotions, clapped the box and cheered. Our body, mind, wealth belong to Rana. Kingdom of the Rana. Sarkar Ranas. They are the breadwinners, we are destitute, helpless and domesticated. It was our job to bear the

. It was our service to not question and always smile. Whether insulted, jailed or beaten, it was our faith to worship Khwamit. They used to whip, we suffered. They used to cut the banjang by turning four leaves, we would bear it. The head could not be raised. It was not possible to cry openly. One could not even laugh out loud. We had a circle of integrity and ethics set by them. We were imprisoned within its limits. Our beautiful daughter belongs to the owner. Of our mighty son Master. Our Honor Master. of our self-respecting master. Our blood, sweat, labor all belong to the master. We had no private dreams, no self-esteem, no self-esteem. Kotparva, what does Raiti mean? Bhandarkhaal, what does Raiti mean? Change the king, what does it mean to Raiti. Change the Prime Minister, what does Raiti mean? It was Raiti's job to cheer whoever came and to offer money. It was Raiti's good fortune to bow his head and surrender at the feet of Khwamit.

One day our ancestors rebelled. That is, he refused to be a Raiti. There was a movement. The Raitis overthrew the Rana rule by force of agitation. Raitis became subjects. Then, the king who was in the cave raised his head and said – Now I rule. Without question we accepted the king and then became subjects. Citizens from Raiti. Seated at our head, King. He had a palace. There was a prince, a princess. There were relatives. He was a servant, a servant. One day the servant said - 'The king has the right to rule. The king's sovereignty is supreme. The king is above the constitution. King is God. The King is the Sustainer. The king is Moussuf. The king is Shri 5. And you innocent people living in the land of that all-pervasive, all-powerful king are your poor subjects. To be a subject is to take refuge at the feet of the king.' Thus we became subjects from Raiti.

The dream of becoming a citizen

People around the world took inspiration from three great revolutions to become citizens. Britain's Glorious Revolution. The French Revolution. America's War of Independence. Another revolution is also remembered here, that is the Soviet (October) revolution. These revolutions changed the traditional definitions and relationships of country, state, government and citizen. The movement abolished the divine (?) authority vested in the emperor. Citizens became masters from slaves. Citizens became supreme. No one is above the citizen. Then, human civilization took a turn for the worse. A new era of freedom, democracy and civil rights began.

About three hundred years after the establishment of civil freedom and supremacy in modern human civilization, a new consciousness has been awakened among us Nepalis of the Himawat section. The movement took place in the light of that awareness. First, we protested against the Rana regime. Later, fighting the Ranas was not enough. We also had to fight kings. We constantly tried to take away the power of government supremacy from the Rana and Raja and bring it into the hands of the citizens. That series of movement went forward through several waves.

Finally the movement of 2063 broke its last strings. That is, a federal democratic republic came to Nepal. Raiti or Praja, we became citizens constitutionally. There was no Rana, no king. The dynastic tradition of exercising state power and sovereignty in the country has fallen from the pinnacle of power and come to stand in the line of citizens. According to the constitution, citizens became sovereign. According to the constitution, citizens became the main authority of the country.

question comes - What is the length of the road we have walked from Raiti through Praja to Citizen? What will be the price of the blood and sweat that we shed to become a citizen? How much will the sacrifices and sacrifices made by our ancestors and ourselves be worth? Why did we have to protest after paying such a huge price? What would have happened if he had sat quietly? But we fought because we wanted to become citizens. Because to be a citizen is to own the country. To be the master of the kingdom. A citizen is a power that has sovereignty. Who has decision-making authority. Who himself chooses his ruler. One who makes laws and changes laws when necessary. The one who makes the ruler sit in the palace when necessary and when not necessary he leaves the palace on the ground. That is, the citizen is supreme and no one is above the citizen.

Are we supreme? The

question comes – so did we become supreme? Are we sovereign? Of course we are sovereign in the constitution. But other questions also arise, like where are we in practice? Where are we in the ups and downs of life? Where are we in the power game? Where are we in state decision-making and ownership? Everyone knows, the contradiction that our politics has created on the pages of paper and in people's lives. As a result, we are on the civilian floor. We are in the dust. We are on the shore. Because, the state, politics, government and leadership have not given us the status of citizens. On the contrary, our government has insulted the civil supremacy. Our sovereignty has been robbed. The sovereign rights we have given to rulers are being used against us. And, we have been silently suffering. Because, we are not citizens.

But, it has another angle. Of course, power, politics and leadership did not make us citizens, but did we try to become citizens ourselves? Did we fight to break the cycle of slavery created by the rulers? That we enjoy enslavement by enthroning a ruler over our heads? What kind of republicans are we, who are always looking for a king in Prachanda, Oli and Deuba? What kind of citizens are we who do not realize their independent existence?

Let's look at some examples. Leaders get involved in corruption and go to jail. When the same leader comes out of jail, we go to the front of the jail with garlands to welcome him. The government shares a bridge of illusions. We clap our hands excitedly. Leaders are known to be failures, greedy and corrupt. But to welcome them, we appear at the door of the plane with a garland of 200 kilos. When the leader rides into the village, through Gadgad we stand in line to cheer him.

We enjoy the land of maps. We rejoice in the leader's smile. Elections are won by one coalition, government is formed by another. And, we silently bear the moment when our own vote is insulted. In elections, someone asks for 'No Not Again' vote, we vote. But, after the election, he gets involved with the same characters and says - 'Again and again'. We clap. Now there is either a middleman in the state power or Hanuman of the party. No criticism. No question. Democracy has changed into a party system. We are rejoicing in the illusion of democracy. We are neither sad nor angry. Because we live in illusion. The illusion of democracy. The illusion of change. Illusion of power. The illusion of leadership. In fact, what we call democracy today is actually a party system or a bureaucracy. We go to the court of those corrupt leaders who make democracy into a bureaucracy, to make Swasti in Brahmamuhurat. Are so many swindlers also citizens? What kind of citizens are we who are happy to be slaves?

Cheaters have been cheating for many years. New tricks come. Shows magic. Gossip about making the country. We have no questions, no judgments. We make him God. We make her happy. We sing his praises. Let's think about the one who does not consider himself to be the owner, how can he be the owner? We ourselves are confused with questions like Bhulbhulaiya. Like, the party is our servant or we are the party's servant? Is the government our servant or are we the servants of the government? There is no mobile hospital in the country. No university. No park. No playground. No old age home. No industry. No employment. There is only corruption and corruption. The downward spiral of poverty is swift. But for years we have been playing party-party and forgetting their failures. Neither do we have the power to question the parties, nor the power to reject the leadership. We ourselves are happy to be slaves to the party. We are delighted to be the servant of the leader himself. What kind of citizens are we? How are we citizens?

We suppress the questions of our hearts. We smile uncontrollably in front of the leader. We bear everything silently. We need Khwamit to bless us even in our dreams. An owner is needed to do the work. We don't believe in ourselves. There is no dream that something can be done in this age. By seeking the nurturers we ourselves become Raiti. We do not have the sense of owning ourselves. We are surrounded by scarcity. We are burdened with high prices. We are devastated. Step by step there is humiliation. How are we citizens who endure so much humiliation on themselves? We, who were Rana Sahebs yesterday, today have become the servants of the new Sahebs. How did it become a republic? How did we become citizens?

In conclusion, being a citizen basically means having three things. The first is to be independent. The second is to be sovereign. The third is to have self-respect. We are neither free, nor do we have a sense of our sovereignty. Neither know the strength of the citizens, nor the power. There are bonds that bind us within ourselves and we are bound by those bonds. How can we be self-respecting? We ourselves are ready to become someone's slave, how can we be free? We have become poor because of our inferiority complex. We are oppressed in the chains of our own slavery. Self-enslaved people, how are we citizens? First let us become a free, sovereign and self-respecting citizen. Then many things will change themselves.