Hope is a repudiation of today's desperation and a celebration of tomorrow's opportunities. Hope is the father of change. It shapes the dreams of the disillusioned. It is the power of the betrayed. In the histories of national freedom, it is hope that fuels dissent, and mobilises the voiceless against the lies of the state. In India 2011, hope wore a Gandhi topi. It fasted, dared the stormtroopers of a paranoid state, went to jail, awakened the middle class from its cozy stupor, brought the young and the idealistic to the mean streets of politics, and shook the foundations of a corrupt regime that kept changing its fig leaf in its anxiety to curtain shame. Hope became Anna Hazare in the year India's scandals boiled over into popular rage.