All The World’s a Stage

People say and are free to say whatever they wish to (this should NOT be, in any which way, interpreted to be in favour of or against Ms Arundhati Roy and the recent unnecessary fiasco she has created). However, a saying becomes a quote, only when it finds rhyme and reason with proletariat. How they interpret it then is, again, their prerogative. One such quote is from the strong man of USA, Thomas Jefferson. He once said “Question with boldness even the existence of a God; because, if there be one, he must more approve of the homage of reason, than that of blind-folded fear”. Quite wise of him to say this; and an even wiser aspect for the hoi polloi, if they understand.  

 But, from where I look at it, this particular quote is flawed – in its fundamentals. I am not trying to challenge the greatness of Mr Jefferson; instead I am trying to draw home the point that, merely asking questions does not serve any purpose until it has a firm support of a strong urge to ‘seek answers’. Asking questions is good, but is of no use if the zeal for posing these questions again and again until a satisfactory answer is obtained, is absent. What use is a question, if there is no answer to it or even the answer is not chased by?  

That is where the difference between fools and wise arise. Even a fool can ask questions, but the wise will seek answers. This leads to a further construal, that the proletariat, the common people, are nothing but herds of fools being driven from one pasture to other by a small group of shepherds. They are shown a path and a rosy picture is painted that they will find greener pastures down that path, and these flocks keep travelling on the calls of their shepherds, while these shepherds rejoice over the wool and milk they rear and sit on the pile of wealth. If any of these sheep has the audacity to turn around and ask the shepherd about why they are being driven continually, at first he is not answered or given the impression that his question is being thought about. If, during this process, he forgets about the question he had asked, shepherds have no issues in driving this sheep again. Else, if he tries to act smart and keeps insisting, he is picked out and thrown into a slaughter house.   

Then why ask question?  

What purpose does asking these questions serve? If eventually the answers are never given or are misrepresented.  

Why try and act smart or show off that “I dared to ask the question”? Fool! Where is the answer? What is the answer? 

Baffled??  OK! I apologise for this long banter and blah blah (…again… :() before coming to my exact point.  

What has been running through my mind is, the poor state of common people who have no power to exercise any of their fundamental rights, are being exploited…time and again…in fact, almost every day…and still go about their routine lives…merrily. I fail to understand the reason to why they have become habituated to being fooled and why they enjoy it so much. It is not just the Indian people in context here. It is the common people world around. They have been fooled ever since the days of intellectuality finding its first roots in brains of human beings…ever since the people needed a leader to lead them while they were hunters…and to this day…a group of few is still fooling billions around the globe. 

This is not any conspiracy theory which I am brewing up…nor will this article help the cause of the foolish…I guess they deserve the treatment they are being meted out…and no one can help. But it is interesting to note how this brilliant con…a magnum piece of perfectly scripted drama…is being performed…at a global stage. The words of Sir William Shakespeare have been given life “All the world’s a stage”.   

The fiasco Wikileaks has created; the way it is being shunned by governments all over the world; ‘Red Code’ being issued for Julian Assange…even worse – a Swedish court issuing arrest warrant for him…all this while no action is being taken on the revelations of these leaks. Funny …isn’t it? Or is it how it is meant to be. Let some ruckus spread, pay no head…People will definitely forget. That’s how they are. 

This is not just the first incident; many such incidents have been taking place throughout human history. Every theory has its corollary and contradictions. ‘Conspiracy Theories’ have been making rounds, especially in our beloved United States of America. They have been shunned and Questions remain unanswered. But what is interesting is how easily people have forgotten about them. They love to watch such documentaries on TV, let some people like Jesse Ventura make a living out of it…but in reality, when it comes to taking action and not just believing in them…they quietly subside into the warmth of their homes…never go out in the quest…never seek the answers. 

Some of the commonly known questions from US History have been:

 Was US successful in sending man on moon?

Why was Vietnam War raged for so many years?

What actually happened in 1993 WTC bombings?

What is “Clinton body count”?

Was 9/11 an insider job?

What was Watergate scandal?

Though some of these are widely debated questions till date, the consequence is – no definite answer. However, actions have been taken in some cases like the Watergate Scandal and impeachment of Bill Clinton (although on an altogether different issue).

Our country India too, is no stranger to such unanswered questions. It also has its share of unanswered questions. Some have been hidden in a most conniving fashion; some have been dealt with in the eyes of public but eventually left unanswered when the public forgot about it. India too has developed several interesting tools to obscure facts and keep the hoi polloi into darkness. The NCERT books, the RTI Act, the provision to appeal in a higher court against the judgement of a lower court, CBI, RAW and IB are a few examples of these tools. How and why I have arrived at such an inference will be explained in subsequent posts. Since, whatever happens in USA is given so much consideration and is fondly read and watched, I have thought of coming up with a series of posts dedicated to the unanswered questions of Indian History and Politics. Here is a list of questions to which, I feel, answers have not been arrived at, and nor will my attempt to answer them put a full stop; instead, it will just be a foray into these questions, a first step towards seeking answers. 

Here’s the list:

 Why was Netaji Subash Chandra Bose shunned from Congress? Was he living as the Gumnami Baba of Firozpur till 1985? Is he actually dead now?

 What happened to Lal Bahadur Shastri in Tashkent on the night of 10th January 1966? How and Why did he die?

 Indira Gandhi or Indira Khan? The politics behind keeping the lineage alive.

 What caused the ‘Emergency’ of 1975 and What went on behind the scenes?

 Who was Sanjay Gandhi and What caused his death?

 What is the politics behind the Quota System and what was Mandal Commission?

 What was Bofors Scandal and what is its status now?

 What happened to the accused in “Fodder Scam” and what are the proceeding till date?

 What happened to Ms J. Jaylalitha’s 10000 pairs of Sandals and what are the proceedings in the “TV Scam”?

 How can a convicted murderer, who served term in jail and is still not acquitted like Shibu Soren, be appointed as Chief Minister of a state?

 Why and how have influential leaders of Congress party like Mohan Kumaramangalam, Sanjay Gandhi, Rajesh Pilot, Madhav Rao Scindia, Sunil Dutt, YS Rajshekhar Reddy all died in accidents of one form or the other? How did Morarji Desai escape one such accident?

I understand you all can ‘google’ all these questions and get your answers, but I will try and present my answers with my perspectives and opinions, and would definitely love to hear your take on them. After all, we the people, the mob have a habit of forgetting and need to be reminded of the treatment that has been meted out to us.

To, end this perplexing saga, I would like to quote the words of Carl Sandburg which describe the situate of the common people quite aptly:

I AM the people–the mob–the crowd–the mass.

Do you know that all the great work of the world is

     done through me?

I am the workingman, the inventor, the maker of the

     world’s food and clothes.

I am the audience that witnesses history. The Napoleons

     come from me and the Lincolns. They die. And

     then I send forth more Napoleons and Lincolns.

I am the seed ground. I am a prairie that will stand

     for much plowing. Terrible storms pass over me.

     I forget. The best of me is sucked out and wasted.

     I forget. Everything but Death comes to me and

     makes me work and give up what I have. And I


Sometimes I growl, shake myself and spatter a few red

     drops for history to remember. Then–I forget.

When I, the People, learn to remember, when I, the

     People, use the lessons of yesterday and no longer

     forget who robbed me last year, who played me for

     a fool–then there will be no speaker in all the world

     say the name: “The People,” with any fleck of a

     sneer in his voice or any far-off smile of derision.

The mob–the crowd–the mass–will arrive then.


Let me know what you think, by posting your comments 🙂


The Monarchy of India: Nehru-Gandhi Dynasty

At the very beginning of his book, “The Nehru Dynasty”, astrologer K. N. Rao mentions the names of Jawahar Lal’s father and grandfather. Jawahar Lal’s father was believed to be Moti Lal and Moti Lal’s father was one Gangadhar Nehru. And we all know that Jawahar Lal’s only daughter was Indira Priyadarshini Nehru; Kamala Nehru was her mother, who died in Switzerland of tuberculosis. She was totally against Indira’s proposed marriage with Feroze. Why? No one tells us that! Now, who is this Feroze? We are told, by many that he was the son of the family grocer. The grocer supplied wines, etc. to Anand Bhavan, previously known as Ishrat Manzil, which once belonged to a Muslim lawyer named Mobarak Ali. Moti Lal was earlier an employee of Mobarak Ali. What was the family grocer’s name?

One frequently hears that Rajiv Gandhi’s grandfather was Pandit Nehru. But then we all know that everyone has two grandfathers, the paternal and the maternal grandfathers. In fact, the paternal grandfather is deemed to be the more important grandfather in most societies. Why is it then nowhere we find Rajiv Gandhi’s paternal grandfather’s name? It appears that the reason is simply this. Rajiv Gandhi ‘s paternal grandfather was a Muslim gentleman from the Junagadh area of Gujarat. This Muslim grocer by the name of Nawab Khan had married a Parsi woman after converting her to Islam. This is the source where from the myth of Rajiv being a Parsi was derived. Rajiv’s father Feroze was Feroze Khan before he married Indira, against Kamala Nehru’s wishes. Feroze’s mother’s family name was Ghandy, often associated with Parsis and this was changed to Gandhi, sometime before his wedding with Indira, by an affidavit.

The fact of the matter is that (and this fact can be found in many writings) Indira was very lonely. Chased out of the Shantiniketan University by Guru Dev Rabindranath himself for misdemeanor, the lonely girl was all by herself, while father Jawahar was busy with politics, pretty women and illicit sex; the mother was in hospital. Feroze Khan, the grocer’s son was then in England and he was quite sympathetic to Indira and soon enough she changed her religion, became a Muslim woman and married Feroze Khan in a London mosque. Nehru was not happy; Kamala was dead already or dying. The news of this marriage eventually reached Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi. Gandhi urgently called Nehru and practically ordered him to ask the young man to change his name from Khan to Gandhi. It had nothing to do with change of religion, from Islam to Hinduism for instance. It was just a case of a change of name by an affidavit. And so Feroze Khan became Feroze Gandhi. The surprising thing is that the apostle of truth, the old man soon to be declared India’s Mahatma and the ‘Father of the Nation’ didn’t mention this game of his in the famous book, ‘My Experiments with Truth’. Why?

When they returned to India, a mock ‘Vedic marriage’ was instituted for public consumption. On this subject, writes M. O. Mathai (a longtime private secretary of Nehru) in his renowned (but now suppressed by the GOI) ‘Reminiscences of the Nehru Age’ on page 94, second paragraph: “For some inexplicable reason, Nehru allowed the marriage to be performed according to Vedic rites in 1942. An inter-religious and inter-caste marriage under Vedic rites at that time was not valid in law. To be legal, it had to be a civil marriage.

It’s a known fact that after Rajiv’s birth Indira and Feroze lived separately, but they were not divorced. Feroze used to harass Nehru frequently for money and also interfere in Nehru’s political activities. Nehru got fed up and left instructions not to allow him into the Prime Minister’s residence Trimurthi Bhavan. Mathai writes that the death of Feroze came as a relief to Nehru and Indira. The death of Feroze in 1960 before he could consolidate his own political forces is itself a mystery. Feroze had even planned to remarry.

Those who try to keep tabs on our leaders in spite of all the suppressions and deliberate misinformation are aware of the fact that the second son of Indira (or Mrs. Feroze Khan) known as Sanjay Gandhi was not the son of Feroze. He was the son of another Moslem gentleman, Mohammad Yunus. Here, in passing, we might mention that the second son was originally named Sanjiv. It rhymed with Rajiv, the elder brother’s name. When he was arrested by the British police in England and his passport impounded for having stolen a car it was changed to Sanjay. Krishna Menon was then India’s High Commissioner in London. He offered to issue another passport to the felon who changed his name to Sanjay.

Incidentally, Sanjay’s marriage with the Sikh girl Menaka (now they call her Maneka for Indira Gandhi found the name of Lord Indra’s court dancer rather offensive!) took place quite surprisingly in Mohammad Yunus’ house in New Delhi. And the marriage with Menaka who was a model (She had modeled for Bombay Dyeing wearing just a towel) was not so ordinary either. Sanjay was notorious in getting unwed young women pregnant. Menaka too was rendered pregnant by Sanjay. It was then that her father, Colonel Anand, threatened Sanjay with dire consequences if he did not marry her daughter. And that did the trick. Sanjay married Menaka. It was widely reported in Delhi at the time that Mohammad Yunus was unhappy at the marriage of Sanjay with Menaka; apparently he had wanted to get him married with a Muslim girl of his choice.

It was Mohammad Yunus who cried the most when Sanjay died in the plane accident. In Yunus’ book, ‘Persons, Passions & Politics’ one discovers that baby Sanjay had been circumcised following Islamic custom, although the reason stated was phimosis. It was always believed that Sanjay used to blackmail Indira Gandhi and due to this she used to turn a blind eye when Sanjay Gandhi started to run the country as though it were his personal fiefdom. Was he black mailing her with the secret of who his real father was? When the news of Sanjay’s death reached Indira Gandhi, the first thing she wanted to know was about the bunch of keys which Sanjay had with him.

Nehru was no less a player in producing bastards. Atleast one case is very graphically described by M. O. Mathai in his “Reminiscences of the Nehru Age”, page 206. Mathai writes: “In the autumn of 1948 (India became free in 1947 and a great deal of work needed to be done) a young woman from Benares arrived in New Delhi as a sanyasin named Shraddha Mata (an assumed and not a real name). She was a Sanskrit scholar well versed in the ancient Indian scriptures and mythology. People, including MPs, thronged to her to hear her discourses. One day S. D. Upadhyaya, Nehru’s old employee, brought a letter in Hindi from Shraddha Mata. Nehru gave her an interview in the PM’s house. As she departed, I noticed (Mathai is speaking here) that she was young, shapely and beautiful. Meetings with her became rather frequent, mostly after Nehru finished his work at night. During one of Nehru’s visits to Lucknow, Shraddha Mata turned up there, and Upadhyaya brought a letter from her as usual. Nehru sent her the reply; and she visited Nehru at midnight.

“Suddenly Shraddha Mata disappeared. In November 1949 a convent in Bangalore sent a decent looking person to Delhi with a bundle of letters. He said that a young woman from northern India arrived at the convent a few months ago and gave birth to a baby boy. She refused to divulge her name or give any particulars about herself. She left the convent as soon as she was well enough to move out but left the child behind. She however forgot to take with her a small cloth bundle in which, among other things, several letters in Hindi were found. The Mother Superior, who was a foreigner, had the letters examined, and was told they were from the Prime Minister. The person who brought the letters surrendered them. “I (Mathai) made discreet inquiries repeatedly about the boy but failed to get a clue about his whereabouts. Convents in such matters are extremely tightlipped and secretive. Had I succeeded in locating the boy, I would have adopted him. He must have grown up as a Catholic Christian blissfully ignorant of who his father was.”

Coming back to Rajiv Gandhi, we all know now that he changed his so called Parsi religion to become a Catholic to marry Sania Maino of Turin, Italy. Rajiv became Roberto. His daughter’s name is Bianca and son’s name is Raul. Quite cleverly the same names are presented to the people of India as Priyanka and Rahul. What is amazing is the extent of our people’s ignorance in such matters. The press conference that Rajiv Gandhi gave in London after taking over as prime minister of India was very informative. In this press conference, Rajiv boasted that he was NOT a Hindu but a Parsi. Mind you, speaking of the Parsi religion, he had no Parsi ancestor at all. His grandmother (father’s mother) had turned Muslim after having abandoned the Parsi religion to marry Nawab Khan.

It is the western press that waged a blitz of misinformation on behalf of Rajiv. From the New York Times to the Los Angeles Times and the Washington Post, the big guns raised Rajiv to heaven. The children’s encyclopedias recorded that Rajiv was a qualified Mechanical Engineer from the revered University of Cambridge. No doubt US kids are among the most misinformed in the world today! The reality is that in all three years of his tenure at that University Rajiv had not passed a single examination. He had therefore to leave Cambridge without a certificate. Sonia too had the same benevolent treatment. She was stated to be a student in Cambridge. Such a description is calculated to mislead Indians. She was a student in Cambridge all right but not of the University of Cambridge but of one of those fly by night language schools where foreign students come to learn English. Sonia was working as an ‘au pair’ girl in Cambridge and trying to learn English at the same time.

And surprise of surprises, Rajiv was even cremated as per vedic rites in full view of India’s public. This is the Nehru dynasty that India worships and now an Italian leads a prestigious national party because of just one qualification – being married into the Nehru family. Maneka Gandhi itself is being accepted by the non-Congress parties not because she was a former model or an animal lover, but for her links to the Nehru family. Saying that an Italian should not lead India will amount to narrow mindedness, but if Sania Maino (Sonia) had served India like say Mother Teresa or Annie Besant, i.e. in anyway on her own rights, then all Indians should be proud of her just as how proud we are of Mother Teresa.