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It was not that I was never qualified of voting before but I never thought my vote could create a difference. It was the first moment in time that I chose to vote and voted with the insight that it will revolutionize. A ‘change’ that the populace were expecting. I saw millions of natives voting and voting for the identical reason: change. I am intentionally reemphasizing on the word “change” again and again, as after the 1970’s, this was the first time that citizens of our beloved nation hoped they would be listened, entertained and of most novelty was the trending belief that their votes will be valued this time. In the post elections days the people were fighting not for one single party but an unusual and alluring ideology of bringing a change.
Just the once the elections had been conducted, the frame of mind changed, now the people who were not at all politically motivated also became political.
I wished I was never born to witness this day, the day when I heard the news that how PTI vanquished only 36 seats out of the total two hundred some seats .The aftermath of the elections effects left me totally heartbroken. I was certain that I would, by no means, ever gain the bravery of voting again, as I was the eye witness of how people in my community were dying to see IMRAN KHAN as the next prime minister of Pakistan. Primarily I felt that for a long time I had been dreaming about PTI taking the lead and out of a sudden somebody intentionally woke me up .I couldn’t deem my eyes, but yes! This was the harsh reality. Within hours the leading party lost and the losing party was foremost. In moments I along many were crushed, broken down and shattered. Although it is unreal but I felt the whole city was mourning with me.
As the rigging allegations were emerging I was becoming stronger in my viewpoint. I joined the strikes against PML N and others parties which rigged openly and shamelessly. At the strikes people openly shared and discussed the rigging matter. How the staffs in the majority of the polling stations had been stamping the ballot papers and pouring them in as if this was the final time, they the culprits, could make their day, which was a totally undemocratic practice. Furthermore how the police used the tear gas grenades launcher to create panic in the strikes, organized by innocent unarmed protesters. How the media was not allowed to give live coverage at the polling stations although ECP had explicitly permitted them to do so.
Gentlemen and women of the jury the question that arises is, ‘who should be blamed?’ If we compare the elections of 1970 conducted by the military and the elections conducted by civilians, I would openly without any fear say out loud the civilians (ECP) miserably failed in conducting free and fair elections .Although hundreds have written letters to the ECP to refrain from conducting elections under provisional government employees.