A vandalised dream!

Victory has a thousand fathers, but defeat is an orphan'

Side-stepping from the legal, constitutional or political debate, I am merely expressing my opinion regarding a person whom I have been idealising since the very childhood.

A man who inspired generations:

A sportsman who grabbed global admiration through his sporting skills; a passionate humanitarian, who taught masses the art of overcoming their obstacles with zeal and persistence; a politician who gave the idle youth a vision and hope for a brighter future.

Speaking of my personal impressions:

When I was not even capable of spelling the word 'cricket' or comprehending the rudiments of the game, I was able to sense the unprecedented admiration for the 'skipper' all around (be it boundless fandom, merchandise range or media coverage) whose genius had crafted this sport into a symbol of national unity and a source of ultimate joy and pride for the entire nation.

Growing up, I fantasized the ambitious campaign of raising funds for an idealistic goal of establishing and running charitable cancer hospital. Within the matter of time, I was overjoyed to witness this fantasy (labeled by many wise people as childish desire) taking the form of a concrete reality. Many people of my age would be able to relate to the fascinating memories of making desperate efforts to contribute in the noble cause however small it might be.

The unconventional political struggle, principled stance and promise of a better and dignified future once again captivated my attention. Matters concerning legal and political affairs broadened my thought-process. It did not take long for me to start dreaming yet again to witness my dearest homeland standing out among the sovereign and prosperous states of the world.

However, unlike the past, this dream proved to be a very short-lived one. The foundation began to crumble much before its consolidation. The scattered particles of hope and...