For Us – The one-day ‘Patriots’

We have come a long way from the firsts in India, now we are rolling in the mid versions of double digits. We are clocking in close to seven decades of being a free land. We have a few feathers to our hat, a few who knew the feathers are there. We have come a long way from the independence struggle; the persons who rubbed their shoulders struggling for that day when we can breathe free air, fly the Tricolor high and sing National Anthem in this free land. We have come so far that more than half of the population do not know about the struggle; how lives were spent away, while others lived to tell a tale. The tales of what we call now as ‘#PRIDE’ was etched into the blood and bones of the brave Indians.

When ‘xx’ years of independence and freedom started rolling in double digits, the pride meter started to touch highest on days such as this; while the teens with a distinct dislike to history had the closest reach to the binoculars that peered into the past. Sadly, I’m no different. I do not know the important dates, I do not know about the various marches, I do not know about the various leaders and the struggles they endured to get me what is taken for granted. But one might wonder why do we need to dig into history, it is after all in the past? Alternatively history is also called the experience of others. It is often said that ‘History repeats itself’ and ‘One person cannot do all the mistakes themselves, they learn through experience of others’ which are self-explained.

 Yes today is the Republic Day and not the Independence Day to rant about freedom, but the former cannot be celebrated without the latter. Democracy is never a one man’s show; it’s a collective responsibility. Maybe we need to look back to look ahead; to give that clarity as to what is required; how it was done; to embrace hope; to get inspired; to achieve. Together we can!

Let’s start by discussing incidents that lead to Indian independence, maybe one incident a week. Lets debate and discuss on what happened without getting personal; let’s bring in varied perspectives; lets write stories, poems out of them; let’s make the history come back alive, to re-unite and strengthen, for there is no greater strength than in being together. With a deeper understanding, I truly believe that many problems of today can be resolved for a better tomorrow through the knowledge of yesterday.

Ini oru Vidhi Seivom


Dangal – The Movie

I’m not that kind of a person who sits and writes a movie review on the night of seeing the movie. Usually I come home mull over it for a couple of days, think ponder and wonder and the three verbs repeat a half a dozen more times and then forget about the review. However there is this movie – Dangal; there is something about this movie; something that is so close to reality, the elegance and the cinematography. When it comes to Indian cinema, it is usually high on drama, the good and the bad kind. Dangal craves its story on emotions yet not making it dragging, subtly hooks the audience into the screenplay. As we move through the story, we will realise the initial references are well connected.

As Malcolm Gladwell rightly puts across, extraordinary people do not just fall from trees but are nurtured, cared and are in the right place in the right time. This story about Geeta Babita and their father Mahavir shows the sacrifices of a champion, the 10,000 hours invested to become an extraordinary person. The pleasure and pain of choices kick-starts the movie. The thoughts of the little kids that gets molded and focused with a brush of reality brings in the crucial plot twist. The struggles and the sacrifices that the family undergoes; the support extended before one becomes famous; the funds and the alternatives undertaken gives in to the old adage ‘Where there is a will, there is a way’.

Two aspects that forms the base of this story – woman empowerment and sports in India. Well where do I start, sports in India requires an attention that would be given to a burning house in the midst of a hay field. Enough said with that, despite there being no coach in real lives of Geeta and Babita as shown in the movie, there are people in the system who ruins it to the very core. Rotten. It starts right from the district level and travels all the way in. We need to start recognising talent, keep political motives and personal gains away and just look at talent. In the life history of every other Indian sportsman there would be a mention of these kinds of people.

As for woman empowerment, there is no greater joy than seeing the thrust given to these girls, some places little too much, but nevertheless worth every bit of the time spent. The motivation to look woman beyond someone creating a progeny. This might not be that effective to see when one is used to living in city, but imagine, these girls were born in a village that too Harayana, a place famous for many things including female foeticide. When the little girl getting married at such a young age, imagine the burden that is kept on her shoulders, the fears and the reality – it’s not a rosy picture. To stand out from that crowd, not succumbing to the critics and the norms of the society gives us life goals.

It is not a review, but just the onslaught of oodles of thoughts running amok in my head. It is a must watch, Dangal, in every sense of it!


I just love the attitude of this kid | Source – Internet