the boy who lived

I am writing this in the early hours of the 14 th of may,2011. Setting out to describe the extradinary events of yesterday  the biggest challenge i face is to reflect the feeling felt by the 90 million(almost 91 million is the actual population  but i guess nearly 1 million did vote for the left) people living in west bengal. Hence i select the heading , the boy who lived is the title of the very first chapter of the very first harry potter book .It's about a dull, grey Tuesday when unknown to the dursleys the strangest of things are about to take place for news is spreading of how a one year old boy has vanquished lord Voldermolt. What I want to do is potray that feeling of excitement and anticipation of a secret community standing  on the threshhold of a new dawn that Rowling steadily and neatly potrays in that famous opening chapter. I guess much will be written about today by pens much worthier than mine but this is not a new dawn of optimism ,i feel it"s more like no one knows what we are heading for but surely it has to be better than what we are leaving behind.It is not the light of dawn that lightens our hearts but the surity that the  night is gone that makes our hearts leap.Today on this second friday of May when west bengal and her peole bore witness to this great triumph of democracy over tyranny what strikes me most is how frail the cpm look.If uve grown up in west bengal uve always felt that aura of invincibility about that sthaniyo cpm counsilor and the cadres who surround him.Its as if u know here is a man that no law justice or jury can ever touch , that inefficient , arrogant  government officer who looks at you with spite if you expect him to do his job .Where is that all conqering cpm party that once beleived that they could actually burn a young girl alive and nothing would touch them , or those pary thugs against whom no fir could ever be lodged at any police station in bengal.I think everyone saw this result  coming but now that it is here i cannot beleive after thirty four years of tyranny how vulnerable the cpm detached from their police protection and huge army of civil servents have become overnight.In one day that era of mass rigging and booth jamming is over the only way for them to come back is through the people"s love and somehow i cannot see this band of promoters with their pockets lined with black money and hands  tainted with innocent blood led by failing old men ever getting there.Its almost 3:30 am a new day is about to break ,tomorrow people will wait for that newspaper to reach the tables, gk books will be reprinted about who the chiesminister of west bengal is and up and down the state people will raise a toast to "the woman who lived".