Republic Day
Republic Day meant colours. And not just Saffron, White & Green.
We use to get up early to watch the early glimpses of Republic Day parade. That would include President paying floral tributes to Amar Jawan Jyoti at India Gate. This would be followed by hoisting of national flag at Rajpath and National Anthem.
Not to miss the eloquent commentry by Jasdev Singh and Komal JB Singh running at the background. Believe me, whatever they told us about our country one would never find in any book. It was such a learning experience.
After singing the 52 second anthem, we would run for school for our little celebration. School quadrangle would be in festive mood. All students would be attired in their scout dresses, house scarfs, badges and ribbons.
Flag would be hoisted, and we would proudly sing the anthem yet again culminating it with a collective shout of Jai Hind. Then we would wait for our pack of sweets. Two Moti Choor Ke Laddu, and a Khasta or Samosa, what else! At a nearby government school, Sarwasti Shishu Mandir, they would be playing patriotic, soulful songs which would fill us with immense pride.
After that choice would be ours. Either we go and watch the remaining parade on television, or proceed to Vidhan Sabha to watch our school's tableu allong with others being displayed or simply assemble for a cricket or football match.
After all the day was all ours now, and there was a festival with a difference.
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We use to get up early to watch the early glimpses of Republic Day parade. That would include President paying floral tributes to Amar Jawan Jyoti at India Gate. This would be followed by hoisting of national flag at Rajpath and National Anthem.
Not to miss the eloquent commentry by Jasdev Singh and Komal JB Singh running at the background. Believe me, whatever they told us about our country one would never find in any book. It was such a learning experience.
After singing the 52 second anthem, we would run for school for our little celebration. School quadrangle would be in festive mood. All students would be attired in their scout dresses, house scarfs, badges and ribbons.
Flag would be hoisted, and we would proudly sing the anthem yet again culminating it with a collective shout of Jai Hind. Then we would wait for our pack of sweets. Two Moti Choor Ke Laddu, and a Khasta or Samosa, what else! At a nearby government school, Sarwasti Shishu Mandir, they would be playing patriotic, soulful songs which would fill us with immense pride.
After that choice would be ours. Either we go and watch the remaining parade on television, or proceed to Vidhan Sabha to watch our school's tableu allong with others being displayed or simply assemble for a cricket or football match.
After all the day was all ours now, and there was a festival with a difference.
My Previous Post On Poems - Prakriti Sandesh
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