I spent the Independence day at my home in the Capital of India in a locality called Mayur Vihar Phase II. The power that went off at 9:30 in the morning came back at 1:30 PM and then again went off at 5:30 PM and came back at 12.30 AM on the 16th of August. Sweating and sweltering, without water supply, unable to cook and eat properly, we somehow got through the day. It was not the discomfort but the humiliation of spending such a day in the heart of the Capital of fastest growing democratic economic superpower which will by 2020 race past the USA on its sixtiest Independence Day, that rattled me. Can someone blame me for earnestly wishing that it would have been much better had the Let or JeM, as threatened,dropped a bomb on Mayur Vihar and freed us all from this humiliation? Commonwealth games indeed! I would be greatly impressed if Sheila Dixit and her high and mighty colleagues in the Government and the Party can host a local kabaddi match for kids in a neighbourhood park. This, sadly is the worst Independence day I have had, and I am 42.
