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Climate change hypocrites

Cheerful placards with disappointed slogans hang on the streets of Bhaktapur as I take a walk there one evening. The very voice of Greta Thunberg echoes in these alleys which is heavy with criticisms on the government and world leaders for not taking adequate and efficient actions to combat climate change. As I watch happy faces of youth posing for a photo with their cards, I can’t help but ask myself, Do these people know about Macron?
Emmanuel Macron is the current Prime Minister of France. France, where it all started with 127 countries signing an agreement stating actions are to be initiated to save our precious planet from boiling up further.
After studying the actions taken by countries, not one stands out as the most efficient one. The agreement of this treaty are criticized as being too ambitious. France, the ideal country was not taking adequate actions and its target of carbon neutrality to be reached by 2050 was no-where to be reached. The conclusion was drawn, either actions are to be taken today. The next thing the country people knew, in order to tackle the action a big fat tax on non-renewable energy was levied especially on diesel. Now, if were a France nationality what would you do? The very words of your slogan was being echoed through the seventh largest country of the world? How would you react? Happy?
Well, how did this exemplary country end up in chaos? The beloved citizens of this PM’s country are demanding his impeachment. They stormed up the streets all over the country. Shops were looted, buildings vandalized. Yellow Vest Movement especially left the capital, Paris wounded. Dozens of tourists fled the most visited county of the world. The government was said to act more sensibly as many people’s day to day bread depended on it. Many business that traded this fuel employed hundreds of civilians which now would be on the edge on bankruptcy. The price of electric vehicle rose up to touch the sky. People were distressed.
Now, what if tomorrow Federal Democratic People’s Republic Nepal Government decides to ban all vehicles using non-renewable energy and coinvestigates the remaining? The walk from Naraysthan to Maharajgunj Bhatbhateni would be a stress. Where does that leave us? Many countries especially Middle East like Saudi decides oil trade would be halted to save the planet then their economy is going to suffer and the very people that today catches the slogan for a better future would be replaced with want of a better today. Protestors will take to the streets. We want immediate change but are we ready yet? Are we ready to sacrifice our present for tomorrow?

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