Written on August 14, 2021
A day before we have to suffer speeches reeking of hypocrisy to mark our Independence Day, I was reminded yet again that words like freedom, independence, even nation have a different meaning depending on where you’re situated in life.
One of my preoccupations during the serial lockdowns has been to walk the streets and observe what’s the same and what’s changed in the city.
In early June, I saw an interesting small poster hanging on a wall near Bharatiya Vidya Bhawan, an institution established by K. M. Munshi. It read:’ joota Japani ho ya Hindustani, toot hi jaata hai. Layen mochi ke paas’. (Your shoe might be from Japan or India, but it will break. Bring it to the mochi’. Except that there was no mochi in sight.
Today I walked past the same spot and
there was Ajay from Jabalpur. He’s been in Mumbai, sitting in this spot for 8
years, a job he felt compelled to do after his father, who was also a mochi,
died. He says he’s studied up to 11th standard but couldn’t complete his
studies.
He now has a gleaming new poster with his mobile number. Services include ‘chain mixing’ which he explained meant repairing zips! He also repairs umbrellas and all manner of chappals and shoes.
Meeting this young man, and visualising his precarious existence, was a reminder of how many thousands of such stories need to be recorded in this city of extreme riches and extreme poverty.
Let me add a footnote. For some reason, everyone -- the government, politicians, even the media -- believes and is talking about "India at 75". India gained Independence from the British in 1947. In 1948 it completed one year as a free country. By that calculation, this year it completes 74 years not 75. Next year, that is 2022, is completes 75. I should know as I was born in 1947!
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