Word: nehru
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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From Delhi, Sardar Vallabhbhai Patel, the tough Minister for States Affairs, has hurled a challenge at the Nizam: "Accede or die." Even peace-talking Premier Jawaharlal Nehru threatened Hyderabad. With contempt he said: "It is a completely wrong notion to talk of war with Hyderabad ... If there are to be wars they must be with free countries. But ... if and when it is considered necessary we shall have military operations against Hyderabad...
Since India surrounds Hyderabad, Patel and Nehru could probably make good their threat. The Nizam, however, had a counter-threat. A dagger-eyed little man named Kasim Razvi calmly threatened to protect Hyderabad by starting another series of India-wide communal massacres...
...Madras City, Premier Ramaswami Reddiar gave him a garland of roses that almost smothered him. Half a million enthusiasts turned out to greet him. As their idol passed, standing in an open grey Buick touring car (hired from a local millionaire), Madrasis clapped wildly and yelled: "Jawaharlal Nehru ki jai!"-Victory to Jawaharlal Nehru. In response Nehru closed palms in front of his chest. This traditional Hindu namasthe (greeting) is as much a part of his public manner as was the V sign for Churchill...
With good-natured ferocity, the crowd delayed the Prime Minister half an hour. But when mounted police charged in and foot policemen began swinging their lathis, Nehru winced, perhaps recalling the days when British-led police broke the knees of revolutionary demonstrators. But no one was hurt; Nehru's police had learned how to miss...
High Prophet. Those who greeted him included men in loincloths, women with bare breasts, pious Hindus with shaven heads, Moslems boldly wearing red fezzes. One aged grandmother had come six miles from her village to see Nehru. After glimpsing him, she said patronizingly in her vernacular: "He's a nice enough looking fellow." She confided she had expected to see some sort of a king...