|Disenchanted but engaged !|
The political and social air of the country is thick with disbelief, lies and shenanigans. One capsule of national news is enough to neutralize all the endorphins I gain at my Zumba class. The political theatre is like a shot of anaesthesia, star cast being self-interest, power pangs and exploitation of public apathy.
How then does one find any sense or value in political activity that seems bent upon stamping out public discussion or autonomous thought? It is cynicism that comes flooding into this disenchanted space as a corollary.
But is cynicism any use or is it merely an unaffordable negative? Is it true that a cynical attitude forces us to re-examine our fundamental assumptions? On the other hand, does it not bring about a form of disempowerment, thanks to the anger, the fatigue and the resultant alienation it causes? One thing is certain and immutable, we cannot move forward in any meaningful way without productive, collective action. But the crorepati question: who is going to persuade us and get us around to it?
The cynical bog makes me weep. Will this flow chart of embitterment ever veer? The moral of the story perhaps is, "Lets be cynical but engaged."