Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi was born on October 2nd, 1869. He was assassinated on January 30th, 1948. My father was almost 10 years old, and he remembers hanging out of a top floor window in Delhi, watching the funeral procession.
My maternal grandfather would recall meeting him at Birla House on occasions when he could be persuaded to wax nostalgic, long before the creeping onset of alzheimer’s claimed his life.
Today, when read I through the newspapers, there is the barest mention of Gandhi, and that too, in context with Jennifer Anniston. I don’t claim to make any judgements here, nor do I have any personal stake in this. But as someone who grew up listening to the stories of India’s Independence movement, my paternal grandmother recevied a "freedom fighters" pension until she passed way in 2003 for marching at the age of 18, and the struggles, the horror, of Calcutta and Delhi and all across the north of India, this passing away quietly of October 2nd, is a sign of the times.
- Your beliefs become your thoughts. Your thoughts become your words. Your words become your actions. Your actions become your habits. Your habits become your values. Your values become your destiny. Mahatma Gandhi (1869 – 1948)