When Gandhiji was speaking everybody was hearing him.His words were celebrated as those were having a divine sense of catching the voice. I, too, heard his voices from old radios and from new televisions. Ben Kigsley reminded me that Gadhiji had a voice of bit feminine.He was always accompanied to his public place with women who liked his company.That was nice to see.
My father came to our house once drunk. A polished man, never visited a toddy shop nearby, used to get his drinks from outside. A man will come and will stand at our gate in the dark evenings..My father knows from his movements where to get and how to pay him. My mother used to pass hard looks at him when she sees those dances in the evenings. That day, it was festival day of ours, and i saw my father, facing the wall and lying with an open mouth which poured with a smelly fluid. He was sleeping.I found him alone in his Words,those he uttered in his sleep. Nothing clear or nothing to remember, but still I stood there a few seconds to hear what he says.
I went with our dog to out. It was night.
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visually saying a lot, 'he was not alone' is moving, emotional and almost crying. but i did not get the connection between gandhiji and the father. perhaps they were alone, alike.
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visually saying a lot, 'he was not alone' is moving, emotional and almost crying. but i did not get the connection between gandhiji and the father. perhaps they were alone, alike.
pls visit varthapradakshinam.blogspot.com
Dear Sunil,
Karun portrays, in his previous post, his father, an admirer rather follower of Gandhi. Those who value even the utterances of Gandhi could grant at least the diminished versions of respect to the followers or fans of the Father of Our Nation.
A son who understands the Nation’s Father’s charismatic speeches may expect similar shades of divine voices from his own father, the follower of the former.
Alas! The son hears nothing.
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