Nehru’s Chinese buddies of the Hindi-Chini Bhai-Bhai attacked India in the beginning of the 1960s. It was about that time, Nehru’s two grandsons by his so called daughter (so called, because there are grave doubts if she was fathered by Jawahar or Mobarak Ali’s son Manzur Ali; Mobarak Ali, the employer of Motilal, was supposedly the real father of Jawahar and NOT Motilal, the one-time brothel keeper in the red light district of Mir Ganj, Allahabad), Rajiv and Sanjiv, left for education in Britain. One was admitted in Cambridge and the other in an automobile factory to learn a few things on automobile engineering.

One may not know, but the father of Rajiv was Firoz Khan, the son of liquor supplier Nawab Khan, a Sunni Mohammedan while the other’s father was Mohammed Yunus, a Moham-medan family friend of the Nehrus. The mother was a confirmed drop out, first from Oxford and then from Tagore’s Shantiniketan University; she was asked to vacate both institutions. The grandsons of Jawahar were thus duds, to begin with.

Rajiv stayed on in Cambridge for three long years, all at the expense of poor Indian taxpayers, but could not pass a single exam-ination; he was, therefore, told to vacate the University premises. The Mani Shankars and Chidambarams had tried to sell this bimbo as Mr. Clean, remember!

Sanjiv, instead of attending the classes in the automobile outfit, started his old game he used to play in the streets of Delhi. He started stealing cars forgetting that in Britain, her mommy dear’s rule was no longer valid. Sanjiv was arrested, his passport impounded to prevent him from fleeing the country before the court case. But he did flee the country though. How did he do it? He went to see Krishna Menon, India’s High Commis-sioner in London, Nehru’s sidekick, changed his name by an affidavit to Sanjay Gandhi and got a different and new passport in that name and pronto he came back home after squandering a great deal of public money.

This is the background of our anecdote. India was then sweating under Chinese pressure. Krishna Menon was summoned to become the Minister of Defense; a rickshaw-wallah would have done better! The Indian people were asked to join the army to defend the country and so on. Students going abroad were told that they could not expect any foreign exchange for their studies, not more than $8.00 while Nehru’s own grandsons were NOT serving in the army (Nehru himself was in bed with all kinds of broads himself, as a result of which he eventually died of syphilis) and were permitted to spend a great deal of foreign exchange for the kind of education that could be easily obtained in India.

Now, the object of our anecdote was a Menon boy from South India. He was a bright kid, had obtained a good place in a US University and therefore needed some money in foreign exchange of course. The morons in New Delhi refused to permit him to take out more than $8.00.

Menon was angry, very angry. He discussed the matter with his friends and relatives. Indians in those days, still had some sense of righteousness. The country had not yet been flooded with crooks everywhere, from the prime minister’s office to the Rashtrapati Bhavan where a 95% clinically dead president just looks on but does nothing, exactly like a meatball!

Menon wrote a stern letter to the Minister of Education. We are not sure but it is quite possible that the goat, Abul Kalam Azad was still there, busy putting sludge into the milk of Hindu scholarship.

Menon wrote back that he was going to go to the press with the story of the two grandsons who were wallowing in foreign exchange, and not just $8.00 and not serving in the army either. The threat worked wonderfully!

Soon enough, the permission came from the right Ministry and our Menon guy got his foreign funds and went abroad. Eventually, he came back as a qualified professional unlike the two nincompoops from the Nehru family.