My nana (maternal grandad) turned 101 years old earlier this month but if a bullet fired by the police under the British Raj would have strayed a few inches to the other side, he probably wouldn't have been able to see his 21st birthday.
There are a lot of interesting stories about my nana's legendary life but this one is among the most fascinating one and since it is related to a protest, I will narrate it in brief here.
Nana moved to Bombay (now Mumbai) from his village near Ahmedabad in the mid 1940s. It was an era when protests against the British Raj were aplenty.
During his early days in the city, he decided to join once such protest near Goldeval temple in South Bombay. The police under the British Raj opened fire at the protesters.
When the firing ceased, nana saw his kurta was full of blood stains and believed he had been shot at, only to realize it was the person next to him who received a bullet in the arm.
They rushed the injured protester to the nearby Sir HN Hospital (now Sir HN Reliance Hospital) for treatment. Nana returned home to realize just how close he was to death at the age of 19-20.
I took the time out to narrate this because I read a poster from a recent protest which read, "Simon come back". Irrespective of how disgruntled you are with the government in power, wanting Simon to come back (even as a joke) is an insult to every Indian who participated in the freedom movement.
Jai Hind!