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Sunday, August 14, 2005

58 Years Young

August 15th reminds me of good old school days, students standing in the quadrangle; a frozen moment in time, when the silence is almost deafening and the salutes are in place, upturned faces gazing at the tricolour fluttering in the breeze, the petals slowly floating, dancing with the random currents. Then, suddenly, the strains on Vande Mataram permeate the air. The effect was magical, and enough to evoke pride in even the most hardened of souls.
Gone are those days.
Independence Day had a lot to do with the songs we sang, and the silences we wrought. From "Hind Desh ka Pyaara Jhanda" to "Ye Hain Naya Hindustan", from "Janmakaarini Bharatam" to "Vijayi Vishwa Tiranga Pyaara" and the National Anthem, the words meant something special. Was it just the importance of the day, or that of the moment... frozen in time? When did Indianness become not a word, but a sense?
Freedom is inexorably linked to the memories of these songs.... the songs of India, celebrating and cherishing the memory of what was, and will be!
Happy Independence Day, fellow Indians!

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