Mangala, the undying youth (video)

People, in their tens of thousands, millions, billions, trillions, come and go in this world.

Some people leave their mark.

He was gone as a victim of nature, but the mark he made remains forever.

This brief note is about the long story left behind by Mangala.

He knew the game of changing the world.

He entered that game with a penchant for novelty, a liking to be new.

There’s no argument. Mangala had the undying youth in him.

The moment of youthfulness in a glass of whiskey with fresh cubes of ice prevailed like a mist throughout his political life.

He also sensed that in the pugnacious smell of a Havana cigar.

That eye was owlish. That eye was sharp at dusk when others got tired.

That face with an eternal smile. Like a deer’s, that smile blooms towards the world.

That breath was the breath of a human. A human breath resentful of people getting killed or getting repressed.

Making mistakes – correcting those mistakes were the lessons learnt by the heart of Mangala.

Mangala, who fought fearlessly against political iconizing, was not a man who wished to be an icon.

He asked that the game be played according to one’s conscience without falling to racism and religious extremism.

Each has to account for their own way of doing things.

People, in their tens of thousands, millions, billions, trillions, come and go in this world.

Some people, leave an indelible mark.