I really couldn’t think of so pictures which left a lasting memory. Pictures of events or concerning events. None from my life at least.
I thought I’d post pictures of events that left a lasting impression in my mind. Here are a few.
India’s Triumph in Cricket World Cup 2011. : Ever since I was a kid, I’ve been watching cricket and every single world cup we participated in, there used to be huge ad campaigns motivating the team to go and win the tournament and every single time we had one or the other weak link and we’d come back dejected. This time however it was a wild run! I remember watching the match sitting in Chennai with my parents and when Dhoni hit that six, me and mom both had tears in our eyes. And I just said “Finally, we did it!”. From what I’d heard, people were on the streets in Delhi and Mumbai. Millions on the streets with car stereos blaring songs and people dancing and rejoicing. It was one evening when the whole country was celebrating. We have festivals but each one belongs to a religion and so not ALL people celebrate any of the festivals. This however was a unified celebration!!!
Sachin Tendulkar’s 200 : Another force within the larger force of cricket, on which every single Indian stands on the same viewpoint is Sachin Tendulkar. He is probably the one most loved son of India.. unparalleled. I haven’t come across a single Indian, not one, who isn’t a fan of this man. When he was close to hitting a double century somewhere in his 180s, people in offices accross the country stopped working and ran to the cafeterias. I ran too once he reached 186, his previous highest. And then began the struggle to get to the 200 mark. Slowly he made it to 197 and then there were just 3 balls to go with the captain on strike. And the crowd booed Dhoni’s six and 4 that came off that over because it didn’t matter what India scored anymore. When Sachin came on strike the air was tense as never before. It’s amazing, the amount of silence that a group of 100, twenty and thirty year olds can generate, while in a cafeteria. You could actually hear a pin drop when the bowl was being balled. And then he just directed the ball and dashed for the non-striker’s end. The crowd erupted, with it erupted every cafeteria in India’s companies, every crowd that had gathered around TV screens any and everywhere. This was a moment of triumph. Of firsts.. and it was pure joy!
I’ll never forget this image. I remember seeing this image in the newspaper when all of this was taking place in our country. I was in std 10 and I was suddenly into the news big time and reading the newspaper was something I used to look forward to. I remember a chill going down my spine when I saw this image. It was the most shameful incident this country has ever witnessed, where the country stood quietly and watched processions of bodies going to the grave on TV and newspapers and none of us bothered to look inside ourselves and question if we were okay with that humanity that was dying within us as we went to offices, had our lunches and laughed on small jokes and got back home and slept a sound sleep while mobs of hundreds were slaughtering people in huge numbers in a part of our country for no fault of theirs. For just one reason, God. A creation of man, that has left more misery in this world than peace and happiness.
Heroes are born out of ordinary people. This video speaks all. And this image is inspiring. One man against an army and his defiance coming out of the belief of him being right, and he actually being right! (not like the ones who live in their rarified bubble, like Hitler and the likes)
I’m not sure this is as intense as the other images especially in the order in which I’ve taken you, but this image stands clear in my mind because I had a CD of Michael Jackson’s Thriller album which I flicked from my cousin brother and it had a small booklet with this as the cover image. Michael Jackson was my hero as I was growing up. As was with most of the kids in the 80s and 90s. He embodied the definition of an artistic genius with such beautiful music and dance that just left the world spellbound. I grew up listening to Thriller and Bad. And his music lifts me up even today. I cannot get his songs off my playlist ever. I cried the day I heard of his demise. I don’t care what he was accused of, he did as much for the Black community as Oprah, Malcolm X and the likes did. And he’ll be my hero always.
By the by..