章 3: State Funeral
Many newspaper reprinted overnight with the death of Indian prime minister's death.
Indian Express: India Loses Her Jewel, Orphaned Nation in Mourning
The Times of India: Nehru is Dead. The Light Is Out.
New York Times: India Mourning Nehru, World Leaders Honor Him
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Teen Murti Bhavan, New Delhi, India
The prime minister's residence which was otherwise busy receiving officials, politian's and prominent guest from other countries was solemn today.
The building complex was filled with people, you can hear only there whispers talking to one another. Many people has worry evident on there faces, worry about the future of the country, worry about there future careers. It was not that they weren't sad because of the prime minister's death, they have seen many prominent independence movement leader die in the last seventeen years.
The death of the prime minister was just another gray leaf falling from the tree. They were worried because they don't know who can show them the direction for the new india in these times of adversary.
These leaders who have not recovered from the defeat of 1962 war, couldn't have dream that the prime minister will succumbed to disease so early.
Outside the room where prime minister's body was kept, prominent politian's, minister's, MP's, were discussing in low voices so as not to disturb the man inside the room.
In the middle of the room, on the bed was prime minister's body covered with a white cloth until his neck. His eyes closed, face was peaceful smile. Beside the bed, on a wooden chair was a 26-27 year old youth wearing white colored kurta-pyjama, one hand holding a notebook, writing something.
He was Indrajeet Nehru, son of the prime minister. Many people who met him praise him for his manners and intellect. He always acted with politeness when he met people, showing enough respect for the elderly and love for the young.
'fooh', exhaled indrajeet once he finished writing in the notebook.
He put the pen in the attached penholder in the notebook, put the notebook on the stool beside him.
Indrajeet took a deep breath, his breathing became disordered, his eyes turned red and tears started streming down his face, he started wiping his tears with so much force that his eyes became blood red, swelling became visible to the naked eye. He continued to cry for half an hour, there was a smirk visible on the corner of his mouth.
"Now Father, If you'll excuse me. I have to make India great again. So I can't drown myself in the sadness of your death.", Indrajeet stood up from the chair, picked up the notebook from the the stool and made his way towards the closed door.
People were sitting whispering to each other when suddenly the door opened from inside, they saw indrajeet walking unsteadily, with red swollen eyes, tears marks clearly visible on the cheeks. All people stood up, made way for indrajeet when they saw him walking towards shashtri ji.
Indrajeet walked and hugged shashtri ji, "Uncle, father, he,....." and started crying.
When shashtri ji saw indrajeet crying he also became emotional and started patting indrajeet's back,
"Be patient son, everything will be alright. Your father wouldn't want you to cry like this, he hoped that you'll take his ideas forward."
"That's why I am sad uncle, I don't know if I can follow in my father's footstep.", indrajeet said in hoarse voice.
"You can and you will, your father and I have watched you growing up. Your father knows how hard you work to follow in his footstep. Your father is proud of you. Now stop crying, and come with me. You need to meet some of the party members", Shastri ji said and dragged indrajeet towards some of the prominent members sitting in the room.
Indrajeet also wiped his tears and followed shastri ji.
Indrajeet met the party members, heard how sad they were with his fathers death. when indrajeet saw these people telling stories about there time with the prime minister, how the prime minister helped them correct some of there mistakes, how the prime minister was working tirelessly for the people of this country when all others were lazing around, the right amount of slowness in speaking, tears that are just about to fall out of there eyes, when indrajeet saw this he was disgusted.
'How disgusting are you people. Each and every one of you must be screaming with joy that at last this guy died. So that you can have your chance of bossing around this country based on seniority. Even I, his own flesh and blood can't compared to you in acting then my name is not indrajeet, your crying like he was your own father. ' thought indrajeet and started crying with these people.
Prime Minister's body was kept for one day in the Teen Murti Bhavan, people kept coming to pay their last respect from morning till 28 May 1964.
"Raghupati Raghava Rajaram" was chanted by people when my father's body was placed on the platform.
'Yes, he was truly a man who wanted good for this country and its people.
But why do I feel that a Ravana is going to takeover this country soon enough and piss on the same values hold dare by my father.
I shouldn't have such evil thoughts, I am lion fathers, lion son. Difference is this lion son wants to stay in power until he feels like it, so with I am keeping stone on my fathers values and goind forward, please forgive me father. Your son is but just a mortal,' thought indrajeet.
Ambassador from many countries attended the funeral at Shantivan on the banks of Yamuna river.
Pandit Nehru's body was covered with the Indian flag, people were paying there last homage to this great man who served his nation all his life.
When people die, all their mistake will be not be mentioned, because death is great and the dead are the greatest.
Indrajeet himself can't criticize his father after death, he will only mention the things that benefited India in his father's term and other things will be suppressed as much as possible.
Indrajeet's head was shaved, he was wearing a white dhoti, standing not far from the pedestal on which his father's body was burning. The heat from the fire couldn't compare with the fire burning in his heart.
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On 09 June 1964, Shashtri ji sworn in as prime minister of india.
I was appointed as the defense minister and deputy chairman of the planning commission.
I have 1 year to ready the armed forces to respond to the pakistani invasion and also to take the opportunity to recovered the POK region. It will give me the political capital to run for party president as well as prime ministerial position.
One year, if you say short, it is short, if you say long then we have 365 days to make adequate arrangements.
Then there is the famine of 1965-1966, I can arrange food for two years, however it is not feasible to always rely on god's grace to save this country. The Inter-Linking River project is good idea. These democratically elected governments always have a problem with efficiency.
Well, this country always needed a hot blooded leader who was willing to take tough decision for the people who can't make them because they won't be re-elected.
How many people will die if I don't save this country. Well, democracy needs to sleep for some time now that we are here. Didn't Bismarck said that 'Truth is in the range of canon', Well I have to make sure that india's cannonballs' can reach all parts of this planet.
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