Too long ago when I was too little, I remember the flutter of activities in my grandmother's home. There was excitement in the air on our Independence day. We were told that we need to be ready and sit in front of the radio to listen to the then Prime Minister of India Jawaharlal Nehru speak from the Red Fort. We did that, and those who had radios, had visitors in their homes, who came to listen to what our Prime Minister was saying.
Years went by. Television came and I remember some of us were already playing our second innings of life. We were married and had children. I remember getting ready to sit in front of the television, a black and white one, to watch our Prime Minister address the nation from the Red Fort.
Somewhere during the past decade, my interest to listen to and watch our Prime Ministers address the nation has waned drastically. I have somehow also forgotten to tell my boys that there is such an event which comes like a ritual every year. They are grown up now. And I don't know if they care what the Prime Minister says on this particular day.
In our time, I cared. I deeply cared and looked forward to listen to the Prime Ministers address the Nation from the glass shielded podium of the Red Fort.
But now I don't. I actually don't even remember about this any more.
I thought about it many times. I have not lost my emotion about the Independence Day. Its very important for me like it is to all of us. But the person who addresses the Nation on this day is not important for me any more. I think I just don't care anymore as to who it is. I am tired of waiting. Tired of waiting for something to happen. I find it more paying for me to think about myself and the other happiness of life with family and friends, than thinking about our Prime Minister. I am not emotional about him any more.
Its still a mystery for me as to why I am not interested to listen to this Red Fort address any more. Red Fort is still red. The glass panel shielded podium is almost the same. The stern looking commandos guarding the Prime Ministers still sport the same hair cut. The Prime Minister also speak the same , same , same , same.....
Then why have I lost interest in this? A mystery.....
Years went by. Television came and I remember some of us were already playing our second innings of life. We were married and had children. I remember getting ready to sit in front of the television, a black and white one, to watch our Prime Minister address the nation from the Red Fort.
Somewhere during the past decade, my interest to listen to and watch our Prime Ministers address the nation has waned drastically. I have somehow also forgotten to tell my boys that there is such an event which comes like a ritual every year. They are grown up now. And I don't know if they care what the Prime Minister says on this particular day.
In our time, I cared. I deeply cared and looked forward to listen to the Prime Ministers address the Nation from the glass shielded podium of the Red Fort.
But now I don't. I actually don't even remember about this any more.
I thought about it many times. I have not lost my emotion about the Independence Day. Its very important for me like it is to all of us. But the person who addresses the Nation on this day is not important for me any more. I think I just don't care anymore as to who it is. I am tired of waiting. Tired of waiting for something to happen. I find it more paying for me to think about myself and the other happiness of life with family and friends, than thinking about our Prime Minister. I am not emotional about him any more.
Its still a mystery for me as to why I am not interested to listen to this Red Fort address any more. Red Fort is still red. The glass panel shielded podium is almost the same. The stern looking commandos guarding the Prime Ministers still sport the same hair cut. The Prime Minister also speak the same , same , same , same.....
Then why have I lost interest in this? A mystery.....
