It was an experience not to be missed. Like any other ordinary citizen, concerned over the rampant corruption in Indian political and social system, I too could not resist the magnetic pull of Gandhian Anna Hazare. I went to see and hear him on the Jan Lokpal issue over which he had staged fast-unto-death.
It was an experience one could have had only during the freedom struggle or during the JP movement. Since I did not have the privilege to be a party to either of the two, I e-mailed to some of my friends: “If you have missed the Anna Hazare crusade, you have missed a chance to understand what a movement is!”
Thousands of people, so dedicated to the cause of rooting out corruption from the fabric of Indian society, endured the heat and dust of Delhi near the historic Jantar Mantar. There were groups within groups, spearheading the movement; and very clear that “Dil kya cheez hai, jaan bhi denge hum desh keliye”. They had full conviction in Hazare and were ready to sacrifice their lives. The sweet smell of success was in
the air. An old lady, 97, had come all the way from Hardwar, and she was excited at being a part of the movement. A frail, old man, in his 90s, a former freedom fighter, said it was his “second fight for freedom from the cancer of corruption.”
One can’t understand their feelings and their zeal for a cause until one is face-to-face with them. Their cause was so great that they felt even if they had to sacrifice their lives, it would be “too small and insignificant.” But they were convinced that their sacrifice will “keep the candle of emotion, conviction and truth burning” to lead the future generations.
Just as they followed the Gandhian ways of Purna Swaraj movement, they were convinced that the young tomorrow will follow them to guide the country on the right path. All this made one realise the power and the significance of the saying that faith moves mountains; and that nothing is impossible if one is bent upon doing it.