Young men at the barricades
He was not my friend. We didn’t boisterously backslap each when we met. Or share locker room jokes gleefully. Nor did we exchange notes about wives and kids.
But when a colleague shouted out across that Rajiv Goswami had died I became numb. The man who turned himself into a flaming torch for a cause was no more. He was just 33.
Last year I had met him for a short while. Pleasantries apart, we were comfortably silent. A silence that was born out of a recognition of once being involved in a cause. A cause that had withered away as the fire of violence was stoked and politicians cooked their goose. […]