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Why is the thirty year return of Saturn sinister for some?
Saturn, the Vedic astrology says,
is a planet which makes human beings pay up for their past and present Karma
before they die. Keralite astrologers even believe that those who die on a
Saturday would have attained the end of the rebirth cycle, which the Hindus
believe is the route God has prescribed for living beings to attain salvation
and eternal peace.
Does the cyclical return of
Saturn after thirty years to its original position spell doom and gloom for at
least some people? Is that why exactly thirty years after her tragic assassination,
India’s Prime Minister Indira Gandhi is mercilessly being assassinated again?
Isn't the attempt of the current
Prime Minister Narendra Modi to wipe out her name and her ultimate scarifies
for India, exactly on the thirtieth anniversary of her assassination, nothing less than
another assassination of her, thirty years after her death?
While he could have
chosen another day for that, he chose the thirtieth anniversary of her tragic death for inflicting the political blow. Is it due to celestial compulsions?
Narendra Modi called the anti Sikh riots of Delhi, which ensued the cold blooded murder of Indira
Gandhi to avenge her courage to put down the Sikh
separatist who wanted to divide India, as the deepest strike of a knife on
India’s unity.
His words are perhaps a deeper cut on the greatness of Indira Gandhi than those inflicted by hundreds of bullets shot by her own sikh body guards, which killed her.
His words are perhaps a deeper cut on the greatness of Indira Gandhi than those inflicted by hundreds of bullets shot by her own sikh body guards, which killed her.
It may be a mere coincidence that Indira was
assassinated on the birth day of Sardar Patel, but that the BJP and its leader
had to wait thirty years to unashamedly raise the greatness of Sardar Patel, who
died as a lifelong Congressman who really banned their party must have
something to do with the celestial movements.
The question is why didn’t that happen
earlier or later? Has it got something to do with Saturn, which is assumed to
change its position in the coming days?
One can argue that astrology doesn’t apply to dead souls. But Vedic
astrology indeed concedes that a human life span could be as long as 120 years.
If Indira Gandhi somehow survived the attempt on her life thirty years back and
were alive today, Narendra Modi will still try to obliterate her politically
by whatever he can shout to the crowds, It is not difficult for even a
school child to see that the state election for Punjab, in which BJP will contest
alone is not that far away.
Thankfully, Vedic astrology doesn’t
judge the Karma of human beings in isolation from the rest who will share the
good and bad of yours. It weights and blends yours with those of your spouse,
children, parents, close relations, dependants and friends.
For Rahul Gandhi at least, whose
Grant Mother was assassinated when Saturn occupied its loftiest position with
Burning Sun in company, in the house of Libra, thirty years back, the very same
planets have occupied Libra again to witness the second assassination of his
Grant Mother.
In fact Saturn was there for the
past two years which has seen the worst spell of fortune for the whole family. Undoubtedly
periods Saturn’s loftiest state is the worst time for the Gandhi family,
judging from the events in thirty years and the tragedies and political losses.
Even though Indira Gandhi died
during the dasa of Saturn, a period in life where you may have the severest of
set back and toils, Saturn’s wrath and graces were more or less balanced for
her. However the thirty year cyclical movement certainly meant disaster to
Indira Gandhi and her kith and kin every time it visited his position of high
strength, the house of Libra.
Memories of an autumn day assassination
No summer's high, no warm July,
no harvest moon to light one tender August night. No
autumn breeze, no falling leaves, not even time for birds to fly to southern
skies.
So wrote Stevie Wonder about an
ordinary day he sang three ordinary words which meant almost everything
to a generation. It was on such an ordinary autumn day that a woman who touched
the hearts of a whole generation for her courage was felled by assassins.
It is exactly thirty years since
that day dawned in the life of many people as an ordinary day and set like an extra
ordinary day they could never forget.
For me, it was a train journey which
started as boring as any in an Indian train but grew very frightening towards
the end and ended with a very unusual and uncomfortable experience of having to be pulled
home by another human being. That is what stand out as
the background of the events of that tragic day for me.
It was because, the train which departed
early morning on that day had all but one stop and there was nothing called a
mobile phone. The news of an assassination at last trickled
down towards the afternoon when the train pulled up at an unusual stop, waiting
for clearance to proceed to the destination as massive disturbances started to
occur all over India.
Not knowing what happened or if
it was only a rumour, the immediate concern was getting home safe and the shock
and the sinking feeling had to wait till watching the news being flashed on the
TV screen of a neighbour.
Events that caused immense shock
to the whole world has occurred before and after like the assassination of
President Kennedy and the 9/11. Days everyone remembers what they were up to
when they heard the news. The cold blooded murder of Indian Prime Minister
Indira Gandhi however was unique and different.
Though President Kennedy was assassinated
at the height of his popularity as bold leader of the cold war era, the world
was only on the verge of media revolution and less connected for the news to
dissipate. Time lapse perhaps diffused the shock though the angst and agony of
the aftershock of an entirely unexpected
and bold assassination and the immediate events which followed undoubtedly shook
the conscience of the free world. No doubt the assassination of the young
president Kennedy has left a indelible
mark on everyone’s memory.
In contrast, Mrs Gandhi’s murder
did not come as a surprise, at least to those who were aware of the Indian
politics. But when it came, it came down like a ton of hot metal on India’s
conscience and a world at large which couldn’t believe such a tragedy could
strike India and the Gandhi name twice.
It didn’t go down to the bottom
of every heart with the force of the bullets which ripped her body but as a
deep strike of knife which pierced the deepest affection and admiration for a
leader who willingly sacrificed herself for what was right for the integrity
and unity of the nation.
Unlike President Kennedy Indira
Gandhi was not at the height of her political career. Mrs Gandhi could have run
away from it all. She was warned. She
knew it was coming. She could have the
protection she wanted to avoid it.
Yet she was a leader who somehow knew that it will not be her political legacy and achievement but her courage and valour as a woman which will be the most precious gift she could leave for the nation and the world, which will make them to hold her close to their heart.
Yet she was a leader who somehow knew that it will not be her political legacy and achievement but her courage and valour as a woman which will be the most precious gift she could leave for the nation and the world, which will make them to hold her close to their heart.
The nation heard with
apprehension and discomfort when she spoke on the eve of her death about her
premonition but couldn’t fathom her courage of conviction about what she will
be dying for till that actually happened.
Nobody knows how many attempts have been made to shoot me; lathis have been used to beat me. They have attacked me in every possible manner. I do not care whether I live or die. I have lived a long life and I am proud that I spent the whole of my life in the service of my people. I am only proud of this and nothing else. I shall continue to serve until my last breath and when I die, I can say, that every drop of my blood will invigorate India and strengthen it.
Indira Gandhi will be remembered
not as woman who wanted to build a dynasty and leave it behind but as someone
who spoke out those words loud and clear for the world to hear, fully aware of
the approaching death before her.
Naturally, you need to have a
feel of what women are made of to appreciate the greatness of Indira Gandhi.
How Rahul Gandhi, Amul Baby of India Has Become the David Of Indian Politics.
It is believed that the original purpose of the story was to show the identity of David, the champion of the God of Israel, as the true king of Israel, who could kill Goliath, the representative of paganism with the help of God.
Rahul Gandhi, often ridiculed by his political opposition and the Indian press as "Amul (a brand of milk in India) Baby" for his un assuming and low key leadership, seems to have done nothing less by his openness and courageous stand against a piece of legislation which would have continued to protect criminals who get elected as representatives.
Rahul Gandhi has surprised India and the world with a few spontaneous but thunderous words dispelling all notions of lack of leadership and trouncing a the painstakingly created image of Narendra Modi of the BJP as a political Goliath and the only person worthy to be the prime minister of India.
The return of the fragrance of jasmine of India.
“I am alive today, I may not be there tomorrow. I shall continue to serve till my last breath and when I die every drop of my blood will strengthen India and keep a united India alive.” Indira Gandhi.
No one had called Indira Gandhi
the jasmine of India. But just when the
ideal of a United India which she nurtured, toiled a lifetime and eventually gave
her life for seems to be falling apart,
there is some refreshing fragrance of
hope emanating from Indira’s own flesh and blood.
It is as if Indira Gandhi, who had
made millions feel immensely proud to be Indian while she was alive, has cast a
spell on her grant daughter Priyanka Gandhi. A magical yet mesmerising spell
which even Priyanka seems to be unaware of, something only those who lived in the
times of Indira can discern.
Such is the simplicity of a few words
she spoke recently, manner and mannerism with which she has delivered them, the
confidence she has exuded while delivering them and the immense destructive
power with which they have destroyed the fake facade she had hit them with, all
reminiscent of her grant mother, that one may be excused to indulge in spells
and charms and nostalgic glory of India.
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