It is in the nature of father figures to never quietly go away, never more so than after death, which guarantees their perpetual return. Jacques Lacan, an insightful and controversial psychoanalyst, taught us that, once dead, fathers become even more potent. The dead father, the theory goes, is perpetuated through his name, and it is this name that reproduces the order of things, whether familial or symbolic. The patriarchal weight of such an order is particularly reinforced in the case of a nation that is often, as with India, thought of in terms of the mother. You may want to dismiss this as pure psychobabble, but it is nevertheless instructive that precisely because these foundational figures are deemed to hold the symbolic order of the nation their name and its commemoration has become the stuff of the everyday yet visceral politics that signifies their power. The competition over commemoration today is a contest over the symbolic stakes of the nation. Undoubtedly, one particular family has sought to monopolise the family history of the nation, its name indelibly attached to and recounted through memorials, schemes, stadiums, airports and so on.