In 1921, a matchbox factory somewhere in India printed tin covers bearing the faces of the country’s independence leaders, and got half their names wrong. It didn’t matter. The matchboxes still sold, still travelled through kitchens and shops and hands that couldn’t read a newspaper, and still did what they were designed to do: put a freedom fighter’s face in front of a nation that had never seen him. Radio hadn’t reached most villages yet. Television didn’t exist. If you wanted to know what a freedom fighter looked like, you were far more likely to see him on a calendar, a cigarette pack, or the wall of a paan shop than in any newspaper.





