Saturday, September 12, 2009

'Twas the Summer of 2009

It was over in a blur. Another 'summer' gone, this time spent, not on vacation or in relaxing rotations. And the memories it created would be the ones that one wishes never to remember, but persist to haunt regardless.

Innocent at its beginning, it was just another rotation and surfing the ocean of obligation. It quickly dissipated into fatigue and frustration. Education yes, but at a heavy cost to body and mind. And the result, in part, was manifest on that fateful Thursday morning. As quickly as the events of that day unfolded, it seemed that another 8 weeks were gone, and the reputation of the self-proclaimed dragon beckoned.

In between all this, another world was being created, only to crash within a few months. Another attempt failed, perhaps because of inopportune timing, but probably more as a result of personalities which clashed and should never have tried to become compatible in the first place. It was unfair to expect any more than what eventually became the outcome of such an arrangement and in keeping with the theme of this summer, it was over as quickly as it began. And for the most part, it was for the best.

It was a summer full of work and sparse on free time. Trying to prepare for finals in a way that somehow didn't compromise what had to be done. Trying not to go mad in a forest of people driven by their own insanity. And surviving. There was no silver lining. The clouds just gathered upon each other. From frustrations arising from school, to those arising with the increasingly difficulty with which life in this country is now lived, 2009 provided no end of examples.

Not much more can be said about crime and the economy than has inexorably been ventilated. There seems to be no concern by this government, so ill-led, that they are so unpopular. And therein lies the problem. A government that cannot direct themselves can hardly chart the course for a country, especially one as complex as Trinidad. There was a time when the hope was that the older generation of politicians would retire or die and allow for some fresh ideas to pervade. Now, the chalice is so poisoned, not even that seems as though it would be enough.

At the end of it all, nothing much changed. Lives went on. Flooding, traffic, murders and corruption continued and the date for exams drew excruciatingly closer. And in a nation that has grown so much more selfish, that, I suppose was the most important thing for me.

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