A 55-year interlude in time is book-ended with two monumental events shaped by Two Women.
Indira: The First woman Prime Minister of India. The Second woman Head Of State in the World.
First and Second. Cool and Cool.
It happened one day in 1966.
The excitement among the Bethany Hostel girls, of which I was one, was physical and printed on their faces, while vying to read the single copy of the Malayala Manorama the Hostel provided, all at once.
The moment had been anticipated and speculated for some time, ever since PM Lal Bahadur Shastri had died, and when the news came in the early morning hours of that day, the delightful pride was hard to contain, and we were all bursting at the seams with it.
I’m not sure the teen girls in the Southernmost part of South Asia fully grasped the enormity of this unfolding Story and History.
Or what it all meant. Now or for the future. Nevertheless, it was clearly an electrifying happening.
It was national and international.
On the day Indira Priyadarshini (Nehru) Gandhi became PM, The First Order of business the morning of her Swearing-in, was for her to visit her Father’s Memorial, at Raj Ghat, to pray and beseech for his blessings.
On the Calendar Date when this occurred, Kamala Devi Gopalan Harris was a year old, a toddler in the Westernmost State of the Western Hemisphere.
Kamala: The First Woman Vice President of The United States. The Second In Command in America.
First and Second. National and international. Cool and Cool.
The First World Order was flipped.
The First Country in the First World was behind a Nation, what was then known as part of the ‘Third World’.
But really, a Nation that gave us the singular word, Ahimsa, to prescribe a whole dogma, is not third.
A Kashmiri Brahmin from up North, and a Tamil Brahmin from down South. Dravidians By heritage.
Both transcended the worlds, and the World Order they inhabited and inherited, and
‘His Story’ was transposed by ‘Her Story’.
Cool and Cool.
So Help Us God. YES.
Stay warm…
mercy
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