Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “flag.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!
On our way back from End point, we pass through our university campus. Our town is on a hill and Endpoint is one end of the hill. From there we can see river Swarna flowing towards the Arabian sea. At least twice a week we go for a walk to Endpoint. In front of the University Administration building, we see our national flag flying high. The sight fills my heart and I am glad to be where I am, in my country. I belong to it and it belongs to me. And I remember my father-in-law. He believed if a person has ten plus points and four minus ones, we should ignore the minuses. In spite of so many minuses I am proud to be an Indian.
And this reminds me of Frodo and Sam in Lord of the Rings. I do not know how many times I have read it after reading it to my son in 1994. I have read books to him ever since he could understand them. He was in 4th std when I read to him the book, every day after school. It took us 40 days to complete it. Today I finished listening to the audio book, narrated by Robert Inglis. He has brought the story alive. I remembered the book because at the end when the four Hobbits are near their home after being away for more than a year, they realize that they care more about their country than any other place in the world.
Seeing the saffron, white and green of our flag I remember those days in the seventies. We lived in New Delhi. My father worked in the Indian Railways. He got family passes to watch the Republic Day parade along Rajpath on 26th January. We got up early to reach the venue on time. Our president unfurled our national flag and we all stood up as our national anthem was played. The march-past by the army, navy, air-force and others was awe inspiring. The tableaus by the different states were fascinating. We craned our necks to see what was coming up next. All too soon the parade was over and it was time to return to the routine of our daily lives. We left New Delhi in 1979 and for some years we watched the parade on television but the magic was not there. For a long time, we have not watched the whole parade though there is a direct telecast.
But we do watch the Republic Day march past by the different colleges of our University. Members of Asare, Home for the mentally challenged take part too. I go to cheer them as I have been going to Asare for many years. But I have not been there since last March. One year I was invited there to unfurl our national flag on Independence day. It was a great honour.