Just like his intellectual descendant, Shashi-ji, Nehru-ji had spoken in English about India because his audience, like Shashi-ji's, was elsewhere.
The morning was glorious like no other, for the August Sun was shining on Nehru-ji as it had never done before.
Wearing his trademark jacket, not a crease or a spot, and a lusty rose in the buttonhole, Nehru-ji looked as fresh as the morning dew, and this despite the midnight.
Just like his intellectual descendant, Shashi-ji, Nehru-ji had spoken in English about India because his audience, like Shashi-ji's, was elsewhere.
Nehru-ji took out his Air Pods and instructed Siri in his clipped accent to play a song.
Unlike the blockheaded protagonists of the movie, Nehru-ji did not dance to the song.
A Congress worker tied a pigeon to a rocket and launched it, signaling the start of celebrations.
After some inspired suggestions from Nehru-ji, Plant and Page agreed to change the lyrics from "Not a single blade of grass grows there..." to "Oh, let the sun beat down upon my face...".
Also, there was some issue with the apparel as Nehru-ji did not like the socks that RHCP wanted to wear on the stage.
Nehru-ji later remembered this as one of the most powerful tributes because he later ensured that all these streets were named after him and his family.
A reporter had asked, "Your good name, Sir?" to an eminent historian, who then lost his cool.
Nehru-ji raised his left hand and the eminent historian cooled down.
The invitation card had read, "His Socialist Highness Jawaharlal Nehru cordially invites Bharat-Ratna..."
Since they did not show up, he gave himself a medal.