Has No Head
But Has Headache!
By: The Truth Detector
House of Gandhi has now lost its (royal?) glow. One could feel for some time, that it was coming but no one was quite certain. The persistent onslaught, one would say by our gods, has finally given it a definitive lackluster look.
The centrality in public attention bestowed upon this very ordinary, if not dishonorable family (they even call it a dynasty now!), by artificial means, now invites people’s caustic comments, however muted outwardly, for reasons of propriety.
The common people of India, although of modest means, always had a high expectation of morality among their rulers. This was also true among the people from whom the newly created Gandhi dynasty drew its inspiration.
In Europe, wherefrom Sonia hails, queens were selected much as participants in the Derby are chosen, almost like those in the stables of the Aga Khan, on the exclusive reference to breeding. It was the responsiblity of the ruler to exercise kingly duties, procreate his successor, and lead the country in peace and war. Today, even in Europe, people’s expectations have dwindled; however, a reasonable amount of blue blood is still expected as opposed to that of an ‘au pair girl’ from an alien land.
The great grandfather Motilal Nehru was past master in profligacy. His son, Jawahar, was no different; he even excelled his father Moti by virtue of Jawahar’s death by syphilis, which fact had been kept hidden from the countrymen for a long time. It is a pity that in the mean time, the entire population of India had been turned into nephews and nieces by the syphilitic chacha, without even asking for their permission.
After Indira’s wedding with Firoze, the son of family grocer Nawab Khan, a Sunni Moslem who had married a Parsi woman after making her embrace Islam, Jawahar got the name of his son in law changed to ‘Gandhi’ at the request, nay urgings, of the wily apostle of truth, the old Gandhi from Kathiawad. And thus was installed modern and socialist India’s first Gandhi dynasty, not yet quite ‘royal’ but trying hard to be one. The touch of distinctiveness was acquired when son Rajiv turned Catholic in order to marry Sonia of Italy, not because she had blue blood but because she had a white skin, which could, so thought the parents of the future ruler, be made to look like an endowment of aristocracy, although blue blood and white skin are two quite different things.
