Just so you know, I don’t really “do” patriotism/nationalism/chauvinism/call it what you will.
I’m much more of a global citizen kinda gal, so all the patriotic fervour of today - India’s Independence Day – leaves me pretty cold.
Had I more energy, between bouts of sleeping off my painkillers, I would bombard you with pages of ads that (yet again) our wretched government deems fit to waste money upon.
(Is that last sentence even vaguely grammatical ? Doubt it)
Suffice it to say that all the newspaper ads and images of flags waving, and smiling children, and grateful-looking peasant-y types (all presumably thanking the government for wasting all that money on newspaper ads) leave me absolutely stone cold.
Having recently visited the memorial in Drass to those soldiers killed in the Kargil war of 1999, I decided that I could perhaps share with you a suitably fluttery flag image. Poor soldiers died in this lonely, inhospitable spot, and they are remembered in a dignified way. And – for India – in a very relaxed way too, with little of the stiffness that surrounds so many other memorials in this country.
Here, the soldier on duty at the flame chatted to us, and moved obligingly to fit into our photos.
And, if I am being honest, the flags do look rather dramatically gorgeous, nah?