Is this the 'End of Wait' for a New Dawn in Bengal

i belong to a generation, which started with walkman but moved on to discman, and then i-pods.

i belong to a generation, which might not remember when exactly Charles Babbage invented the concept of analytical engine, but have known the transition from P1 to P5 and duo-core chipsets with the updated versions of 'Need for Speed's.

i belong to a generation, which spent its early days listening to our moms' humming a Rabindrasangeet or a Najrulgiti at its earthy best but didn't quite hesitate to greet Dire Straits or Metallica at the teenage.

i belong to a generation, which grew up with an undeniable question in our minds that why do our state politicos need to be clad in abnormally white dhuti-panjabi, while the lesser mortals calling the state home, have long back done away with them, except for a few traditional festivities.

i belong to a generation, which was perennially inculcated with the idea of growing up to be an engineer or a doctor, and hence, fruitfully utilizing the major chunk of our middle-class parents' hard-earned money spent on education and cautiously, consciously laying the gold-plated foundation stones of our careers, starting from the first standard to ably stand on our own feet someday.

i belong to a generation, which was never encouraged to take up politics as a profession, even taking up humanities was humiliating, thus making a poet - a cleric and a painter - a lawyer -- and still, some had the courage to revolt within their personal little boundaries

i belong to a generation, which grew up with the idea that nothing remains for us in our own state as we grow up and by any means, quite necessarily, we'll have to crack one of the nation-wide entrance tests to complete studies in some other province and then to earn a job in some other.

But despite all these grumbles in mind and fumbles in heart, i belong to a generation, which earnestly wished, someday a tempest will come and sweep away all the presiding stagnation, rusty values and graveyard fundamentals in our own lands... we sincerely believed, someday our state will tear the shackles binding it for almost three decades and greet a new rising sun... we eagerly desired, someday our state will stand up again with newer horizons to discover, newer scopes to decipher, newer challenges to dismantle, newer opportunities to prove our worth...

Many promises have sunk, many possibilities have died.

But now it looks like the time has come. We've waited. And, we'll wait a few more.

Still, i belong to the generation, which wants to come home... who want to stay close to their mothers and stay as a part of a large family called home... who want to stay closer to the roots in their own lands... who want to work amongst own people, cry with them -- rejoice with them -- live lives with them...