Gandhigari

What an afternoon. For this very moment, I can't even remember what Gandhi looked like. Whether he mattered, or whether he made a difference. The Bapu is now a popular myth. No matter how many times we watch Munnabhai or read My Experiments with Truth, we still can't understand any better of him. My grandmother met him few days before he died, she has always been in awe of him.
I would have been too, if he was around. The clever man was perfect to moralise a country as big ours. At the brink of our independence, India was suffering great bouts of depression. The Britishers had drained us out of our resources, and there was no form of communication. A large large per cent were uneducated, they needed someone like him to come up with a simple philosophy to change their unorthodox-sounding views. One's that sounded so brilliant and clear, tell me wouldn't it be wonderful to convince people to be good?
Old Bapu, I swear I would have never got along with him. If he wouldn't have been assissinated, then he would have died with mere unhappiness and saddness. The world became everything, he didn't approve. Modern day India would never have been able to tolerate a man with such facile point of view.
I don't mean to underplay his extraordinary beingness, I just don't relate to it. I don't believe much in him, however much I'd like his ideals to be practiced and believed. But the cold world ain't like that, you know that only too well. You see, now we aren't abducted and colonised, the biggest demon is the one inside us (cliched as that me sound). It may have been simpler then (or difficult) but now the country must fight within to strive for the better. To make a difference... however it maybe: Machiavillian or Kautilya.