This morning while we were having breakfast, Husband switched on the telly, NDTV. He came over to tell me that BJP activists trying to hoist the flag were stopped by the police.
Daughter, on hearing that jumped up, and asked, ‘Why? Why were those bad people stealing a flag?’ And we both went, ‘No, no’, It’s a long story. And of course, she wanted to hear it. And I had to explain to a 4.5 yr old, how a part of India is not considered a part of India, and so on. I also tried to explain the concept of our Republic Day. She nodded away. How much she understood, I guess, I will know, when her teacher tells me what she told her in school!
It just reminded me of how difficult it is to explain to a child living in another country, aspects of the country which we come from. When she talks of ‘our country’ she means the UK. The other day, she told me, ‘Our country is an island’, my first instinct was to tell her , ‘No, India is not an island’. Thankfully, I did not But you know what I mean, don’t you?
This early morning discussion about the republic day reminded me of my school days. Before long, I was regaling her with tales of all the fun we had back home. Of how we had parades, and schools competing with each other for the best parade at the Tata Motors stadium. It used to be so much fun! And the pride when the national anthem was sung – I don’t think anything could beat that. Even today, when I hear it, my heart swells with pride, and I stand straight, just as we were taught back in school, straight and proud!
Happy Republic Day!