I liked Independence Day because of the sweets.
Dressed in all white with a mini flag tucked in on the pockets, we usually reached school for flag hoisting. I still remember how we had to avoid the muddy roads from the rain water from screwing our all white avatar. The session started with songs on Independence Day – ‘Desh ki Dharti’ was a clear favorite. Years after year we sang this, in symphony which was usually followed by a speech from our head boy and principal about why Independence day was such a big deal, the number of people who laid their lives for our Nation. It was inspiring, filled us up with awe, cultivating hopes that we will someday contribute to our Nation. It ended with amazing sweets handed over to us. We all found cozy corners in the school & relished them after the Flag was hoisted. Gulping down those sweets, we painted dreams of a nation as kids which was perfect.
Slowly when you grow up you realize what sort of a mess your country is in – politics, GDP, economy, rapes, female infanticides & what not. You become sour, abusive, pessimistic, blame everything around you for turning our country into a mess(sometimes even blaming the Dry Day)
This Independence Day, I have decided not to do anything. I will try and keep the hope alive.
The same hope of a perfect nation which I saw when I was licking the Gulab Jamun syrup off my hands. The same hope which I felt when Dad bought me a flag, which I proudly tucked on the scooter handle as we dropped me to School. The same hope with which we I and Mom took out the carefully folded Indian Flag from our almirah & hoisted it on our terrace. Even if it was for a day, it gave some weird sense of belongingness.
I am sure, as I sit and write this blog. A kid somehwere is walking towards school, dressed in the same white clothes – trying to dodge the muddy waters on the street due to the rains. Holding a mini flag in hand, he will be singing the same songs in choir again, hearing the same stories of greatness again, watching in awe as the school principal hoists the Tri Nation – a thumping feeling of pride hitting his/her chest.
Today I can only hope you don’t turn into a pessimist like us. Just keep the hope alive as you relish that Gulab Jamun Dubba in the School playground.
Happy Independence Day.
~ Bhanu Prakash
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