Reflections

another, followed by professors and hordes of us students (those were not the days of
black cats either) showing keen interest in what was being done. The atmosphere was
electrifying and one could feel the excitement in the bones.
A few years later, it was in London, that a liberal, middle-class English man – a
colleague of mine, broke the news of his death. He seemed sadder than I was. The
hallmark of the greatness of a man iswhen he can move ordinary people seven seas
across. And Jawaharlal Nehru was one such man.
And, if I had anything to do with his centenary celebrations, I would have done just
one thing. Declare the rose as the national flower and let its fragrance spread the ideals
for which Jawaharlal Nehru worked all his life.
MID DAY– 23 rd November 1989
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