Independence Day 2015 – Some Flashbacks Some Lessons
Time: 09.13 AM, Noida, India
Was awaken
from the reverie only to hear shouts being raised in a voice that
seemed like coming from the mouth of children caught up in usual scuffle over
something. Driven to curiosity, I leaned from the window of my flat, and
what I saw was the spectacular sight of large procession of school kids
flowing down the street alleys like the streams of calm river. All of 'em'
raising slogans of national anthem and singing patriotic songs in unison. The
kids queued up in formation of large procession carrying tricoloured flags,
chanting in chorus "Sare jaha se acha Hindustan hamara, Vande
Mataram".
Visibly excited, the kids were shouting out slogans
of national anthem, hailing brave martyrs and Mr. Gandhi.
From the window of my home on top floor of this
3-storied apartment building, the procession of school kids clad in the
disguise of traditional attire, holding national flag in one hand and
using other in clinched fist in the air supporting their chorused slogan
“BharatMata ki Jai”… it was like witnessing the confluence of our motherland’s
secularism and solidarity coming together without any perceptible view of
insularity and casteism.
It was really a wonderful sight to witness.
The Independence Day of our beloved nation is most
definitely one of the greatest and beautiful occasions where we witness
secularism getting translated into tangible appearance. Secularism is also
the main and deeply ingrained theme of this world's largest democratic
nation. It makes me feel how strong we become when we stand united. I felt so
happy to notice that we are so much together all in all regardless of
differences on certain things during the national D-day.
Our beloved country is celebrating 69th anniversary of its
Independence Day today. I wish I had joined the procession
to lend my voice for the support of the slogans raised in commemoration of
those brave martyrs who left the legacy of solidarity, that we, most of the
times, do not appreciate the privilege of.
Observing the procession helped me
realize that there are certain occasions where our vast society stands together
and pay tribute to the motherland, pledge to its security and safety of
sovereignty.
Watching the kids in action was also emotive
reminiscent of my own school days. It jogged my memory back the days when we
held the similar kind of procession, though we foot-marched long miles, almost
covering geographies of two villages before our march ended up back to school
where we watched our headmaster and teachers delivering speech of patriotism
after hoisting national flag.
Our slogans used to be “Adhe roti khayenge, bharat ko
bachayenge" "Vande Mataram" and"Jai Hind.” Some
of us were mischievous lots, tickled the guys in vanguard for a kind of
childish perverse pleasure. Yes, we got candies, too from the headmaster.
What were those days! God! I want all of 'em'
back, now!
In the fervour of celebrating independence, we
perhaps don’t heed to its underlying meaning or the ulterior motive. My
standpoint is the true sense of independence lies in the spirit of togetherness,
solidarity. In fact, independence is not limited to the precinct of liberty of
speech or freedom of expression as defined in the books of our parliament.
It is beyond that.
True independence teaches us lesson of promoting
peace. It instructs us how powerful we are when we are together. It
takes us peaceward. It helps us realize that there is no virtue
in living illiterate. Freedom from poverty and illiteracy are defined
principles of Independence. Beyond its teaching love and peace inside the
country and among citizens, it promotes worldwide peace as well. This is due to
the reason that, like Gandhi, we are also a universal citizen.
I believe, the day we stand together and voice our
support for the humanity, global peace and solidarity, we will celebrate true
Independence, and that will be a real Freedom in its
entirety. Independence, after all, is not the privilege granted to
the exclusive fews.
Jai Hind!
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