The new constitution was adopted and went into effect, the Bastard Raj ended, and the old colonizer was set to become an island increasingly irrelevant in the world as it had always been for the most part of human existence!
Even as an Indian, I never cared for the Republic Day celebrations, however. Because, it was less about the spirit of independence and more about jingoism and the military spectacle. Further, with age, I have also become a wussy peacenik, with no stomach for military marches.
My brother has another reason to mark the 26th of January. It is the official national day of his adopted country, which continues to have the crown as its figurehead for reasons beyond my understanding. Maybe it is a white thing!
All those are political.
On a strictly personal level, January 26th is a day to celebrate. I owe my existence, my male chromosome, to an event that happened on the 26th.
It is the day that my father was born in 1930.
Paal paayasam for the 92-year old and for everybody! ;)
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| About a decade ago |
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