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C.S. Krishnamurthy

21 June 2025 at 2:15:51 pm

Ekta Bhyan, Quiet Gold

The strongest lessons in life rarely arrive with drumbeats. They come quietly, sit beside us, and stay long after the applause fades. I learnt this at the recent Peakst8 Festival in the world-class Padukone-Dravid Centre for Sports Excellence Bengaluru. The venue was full of ambition, energy, loud confidence and polished success stories. Yet, it was gold-winning para-athlete Ekta Bhyan who held my attention, not by raising her voice, but by lowering the noise around her. She was an integral...

Ekta Bhyan, Quiet Gold

The strongest lessons in life rarely arrive with drumbeats. They come quietly, sit beside us, and stay long after the applause fades. I learnt this at the recent Peakst8 Festival in the world-class Padukone-Dravid Centre for Sports Excellence Bengaluru. The venue was full of ambition, energy, loud confidence and polished success stories. Yet, it was gold-winning para-athlete Ekta Bhyan who held my attention, not by raising her voice, but by lowering the noise around her. She was an integral part of a panel discussing what it takes to reach the Olympics. Others spoke of pressure, fame and sacrifice. Ekta spoke of routine. Of turning up. Of patience. There were no heroic flourishes in her words. Each sentence was measured, calm and grounded. Listening to her, I sensed a deep reserve of experience. She was not trying to impress. She was simply explaining how life had unfolded. A spinal injury, in 2003, had left her paralysed. This is usually where stories pause for sympathy. Ekta’s does not. She spoke of rebuilding, not rebelling. Of learning what the body could still do, and then working patiently within those limits. Para sport entered her life quietly, not as rescue, but as direction. Over time, she found her space in the F51 club throw, a demanding discipline where balance, precision and control matter more than force. What stayed with me was her restraint. She mentioned podium finishes only in passing. International meets, Asian Para Games, world championships, all appeared briefly and then moved aside. Even the gold medal she had earned was referred to almost casually, as one would mention a milestone on a long road. For her, medals are not destinations. They are confirmations. Steely Discipline Ekta spoke about training. It is not exciting, she said. It repeats itself. Progress hides. Muscles resist. The mind looks for shortcuts. Yet commitment must remain steady. She described days when success meant completing a session without excuses. On some mornings, it was finishing gym work despite fatigue. Evenings meant outdoor practice, carefully timed because regulating body temperature is a constant challenge after spinal injury. For nearly three years, she has not missed a single day of training. With limited muscle use and only about forty per cent lung capacity, each session needs careful planning. Her shoulders are her strongest allies. Other muscles cooperate less. Fingers offer no strength at all. Still, she works with what she has. Over the last four years, this discipline has translated into results. Gold medals at national championships. A bronze at the Asian Para Games. Gold and bronze at the World Championships in Paris in 2023. This season alone, she added gold at the Indian Open Paralympic Championships and a silver soon after. Her personal best stands at 21.5 metres, and she speaks of improving it, not defending it. There was a gentler revelation too. As a young girl, Ekta had once dreamt of becoming a doctor. She wanted to heal. Life rewrote the syllabus. Yet, listening to her, I realised she still heals. Not with medicine, but with example. Her journey treats assumptions and restores belief, quietly and effectively. Human Moment After the session, when the crowd thinned, I walked up to her with my notebook. I asked for her autograph, expecting a quick signature. She paused, asked my name, and wrote hers carefully. That small act reflected everything she had spoken about. Presence. Respect. Attention. Her daily life, she earlier shared, is not simple. She needs two people to help with routine movements, from transferring to travel. Public transport is impossible. Every trip requires planning, space and expense. Often, she bears the cost for three people, not one. Yet, she spoke of this without complaint. The harder challenge, she said, is mindset. People with disabilities are still seen as separate from the mainstream. Expectations are lowered, often disguised as kindness. Ekta resists this quietly. Her competition is internal. Yesterday versus today. Comfort versus effort. Paralysis, she believes, is a condition, not an identity. As I left the venue, the applause felt inadequate. Not because it was soft, but because her journey asks for reflection, not noise. Ekta Bhyan reminds us that ambition can change shape without losing meaning. That success does not always announce itself. Sometimes, it arrives quietly, balanced and consistent. Her strength lies not only in the distance she throws, but in the steadiness she maintains. And in that quiet balance, Ekta Bhyan offers us something rare. A lesson that stays long after the hall has emptied.   (The writer is a retired banker and author of ‘Money Does Matter.’)

Why the Red Fort Rhetoric Still Matters

From ‘Garibi Hatao’ to semiconductors, Independence Day speeches have been less about commemoration than calculated national risk-taking.

Every August 15, India’s Prime Minister steps onto the ramparts of the Red Fort to speak to the nation. It is a ritual heavy with history: the fluttering tricolour, the parade of the armed forces, the long address broadcast into homes and streets across the country. For some, it is an exercise in ceremony; for others, a moment to take stock. Yet the real significance is that it is one of the rare occasions when a leader uses the most symbolic platform in the land not merely to mark time, but to gamble with it.


Magician Amit Kalantri once remarked that the Earth “is risking and flourishing by circling around a fierce ball of fire, and you are afraid of taking even small risks.” In its own way, the Red Fort has been the nation’s launchpad for similar gambles: declarations that are politically dangerous, economically ambitious or simply improbable.


For nearly eight decades, prime ministers have used the Independence Day address to announce ventures that other leaders might have kept for a party conference or a closed-door meeting. From the vantage point of history, these speeches form a pattern: public commitments that dared ridicule or failure, but were made anyway.


As a child, the ritual was not one I relished. My father would sit glued to the radio on 15th August, later to the television, insisting we watch. I heard words like “self-reliance” and “poverty eradication” that floated above my comprehension. They felt remote from my world of homework and cricket. Only later did I realise that those words were, in effect, bets placed on the nation’s future.


Consider Indira Gandhi’s 1971 slogan of Garibi Hatao which was not just a welfare promise but an attempt to change the country’s economic trajectory at a time when India was among the poorest nations on Earth. In 1965, Lal Bahadur Shastri’s plea for citizens to skip a meal once a week during food shortages was a risky, intimate appeal in a time of scarcity. P.V. Narasimha Rao in the early 1990s used his speeches to prepare a restive public for the politically combustible liberalisation of the economy.


After the Pokhran nuclear tests of 1998, Atal Bihari Vajpayee spoke from the Red Fort to defend India’s right to strategic autonomy in the face of sanctions. Rajiv Gandhi in the 1980s backed computerisation and telecom reforms when his own party elders bristled at the idea. Even V.P. Singh’s emphasis on social justice and the Mandal Commission’s recommendations in 1990 was a political live wire, risking social division.


These were not safe themes. They invited political backlash, economic uncertainty, and — occasionally — international condemnation. But they were deemed worth the risk, like the Earth’s unhesitating orbit.


Nor has the tradition faded. Narendra Modi’s 2014 debut speech placed toilets for women — a subject wrapped in social taboo — at the centre of national discourse, tying sanitation to dignity and gender justice. The Jan-Dhan Yojana for financial inclusion and the Jal Jeevan Mission for rural piped water similarly used Independence Day to elevate everyday indignities into matters of state priority.


This year’s address was no different. From the Red Fort, the Prime Minister pledged a Made-in-India semiconductor chip by year-end, challenging global tech incumbents; GST reforms by Diwali, targeting structural bottlenecks; a Rs.1 lakh crore youth employment scheme, betting on demographic dividend; the Sudarshan Chakra defence system, blending civilisational imagery with military innovation; and a High-Power Demography Mission, tackling the sensitive issue of illegal immigration and demographic change.


Each is a high-wire act in technology, governance or diplomacy. To announce them publicly is to invite scrutiny and create political ownership.


Few nations use their national day address to place open defecation alongside nuclear science, or rural water schemes alongside strategic missile systems. India does. In doing so, it acknowledges its own gaps before the world, then stakes its credibility on closing them.


The Red Fort, then, is much more than a relic of Mughal grandeur or a backdrop for patriotic sentiment. It is a stage for audacity, a place where leaders have been willing to speak aloud what others might whisper, taking on risks that range from the logistical to the existential.


From the reluctant child forced to listen by the radio to the adult who now pores over the transcript each year, one truth has become clear to me: this is not mere rhetoric. It is the nation’s annual declaration that courage is not the absence of danger, but the embrace of risk as a condition for growth.


The Earth does not flinch in its orbit. Nor, on its better days, does India.


(The author is a learning and development professional. Views personal.)

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