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The Operation Bluestar anniversary wouldn’t mean a lot to me if our family hadn’t experienced its own Bluestar at the same time. My earliest memories, unfortunately the sad ones come to mind readily happened also in the summer of 1984. The year almost had an Orwellian touch to our lives.
Without letting out too many details, I can safely say that the incidents that year drastically changed our lives as we moved almost 3 homes in a year. I remember sitting in my dad’s friend house when their neighbor rushes in with the news of Indira Gandhi’s death. In spite of the damage she did to the Indian economy and politics, she was an enigma and a living role model for all of us. She epitomized the resolute strength that our dad tried to inculcate in all of us. He also joked that physically we shared the same nose with Mrs. Gandhi. Trust me, it was true. A little part of us died that time but seeing Rajiv’s stoic demeanor at the funeral did instill a sense of renewed hope.
The months that led to her assassination were one of the darkest for India and although not related likewise for us, as we literally grappled with the harsh realities of life. I remember going to school in my dad’s company truck for a week. But at the same time, those horrid years brought us altogether and bound us closer than we ever would have been in a joint family. My parents’ struggle every day to give us a decent upbringing would have inspired any non-believer and seeing their tired silhouettes every night inspired me to try harder in all aspects of life. After effects of that fateful year still linger on but we all are much better-off than we ever would have dreamed of. The show, indeed does go on.
by Patrix | on Tuesday, June 8th, 2004 at 7:25 pm | 
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