Two heavy wrong calls, same referee, same team that profited from it.
Neither the de Ligt nor the Alvarez incidents were "mistakes" or a "coincidence", he was paid to do that.
This cabinet led by the PM may have words to express their grief on the passing of Dr MMS but their words and action against him will never be forgotten- the vilification, the shameful charges, the character assassination and the hounding of a great man.
Rest what they say tomorrow will be mere hypocrisy. History will judge them for their conduct for sure.
This rarest of rare pictures shows former Indian prime minister #ManmohanSingh registered as a schoolboy in his village Gah, on the outskirts of Chakwal in Pakistan.
(Photo courtesy Danial Kublai Khan for a piece I commissioned for 'Pique' magazine in 2012):
Herewith that endearing story from the archives:
FROM MOHNA TO MANMOHAN
By Danial Kublai Khan
Chakwal
“If every man was as fortunate as my Mohna, the world would be a better place” saying this eighty one years old Muhammad Ashraf chuckles toothlessly, while he smokes his Hubble bubble (hookah), distantly looking at cars racing on the motorway, snaking along his ancestral village, Gah Begal, in the outskirts of Chakwal.
Indian prime minister, Manmohan Singh was born in Gah in 1932.
Ashraf was his classmate and friend. A farmer, he maintains a small holding in the peripheries of Chakwal, he studied with Manmohan in the mid-1930s in the primary school in Gah.
He still has vague but valuable memories of their time together. He says even if Manmohan Singh has risen to become India’s prime minister, he still considers him a friend – he used to call him Mohna…
Sixty five years ago, a land was divided, families were divided… sixty five years ago the dream of India and Pakistan became reality.
Before the great partition, the village Gah Begal was predominantly inhibited by Hindus and Sikhs, but afterwards their homes, lands and cattle were allocated to the exodus of Muslim refugees flowing in from the other side of the border.
Gah lies about eighty kilometers south from the federal capital, Islamabad.
The village was unknown, only until eight years ago when Manmohan Singh became the prime minister of India.
My father came to me saying “oye apna mohna hindustan da wajeer ho gaya jay” (our Mohna has been elected India’s premier)
“We finally came on the map” says Muhammad Zaman, Ashraf’s son. “There were celebrations and everyone danced on the beats of dhol… when I was a kid, my father used to tell me tales about Mohna.”
Ashraf recalls, “We used to walk five miles to school, we were together till the fourth grade, I failed but he continued to study. He was a very hard working student, while I was not that intelligent. I couldn’t even write my name. He used to study in candlelight and prepare for exams, sometimes he used to do my homework too!
“I remember the day of our exam, we had left for school early, without having breakfast…and after the paper, when we were returning home we discovered a berry tree. Mohna picked up some stones and threw at the berries and I picked them from the ground and ate them all, he got so annoyed that he started beating me saying “wattay assi sut-dae nay, tay bairey tussi khanday ho” (I throw the stones and you eat all the berries). I want to tell Mohna that the tree is still in our village. They were going to cut it down to construct a road, but I told them that this tree belongs to Manmohan Singh.”
Zaman says “I recently read in the newspaper that our government and India have removed visa restriction for people over sixty years of age, I’m trying to convince my father to go and meet his friend but he simply says…I will only talk to him when he comes here since I am one year older to him…I know he is a big man now and I’m still a poor farmer, but I’m older and much stronger than little Mohna…”
Only a couple of Singh’s class fellows, Ghulam Muhammad Khan and Muhammad Ashraf live there now, the rest have either died or left the village during partition.
After moments of silence, in the echo of a distant tractor’s ploughing, Ashraf once again tries to recollect from his horrified memories of the days of partition, “we frequently heard gunfire, we did not even know what was happening until our village was attacked…Mohna and his family had to leave, we heard they had shifted to Lahore or maybe Amritsar, and then the bloody riots began, we heard that a Sikh family was killed, I cried for many days…!”
Raja Muhammad Ali, another friend of Manmohan and the deputy mayor of the village died two years ago, but he was fortunate to meet his childhood friend in 2008, after six decades, in Delhi.
Ashraf smiles…“He took presents for Mohna, shoes and shawls. I sent him the famous Chakwali “rawori”. He invited Mohna to come to Pakistan and visit Gah, but then we heard about some terrorist attacks in India which were blamed on Pakistan.”
The Mumbai attacks in November 2008 pushed the Indo-Pak relations to the back burner. Just months after raja visited India.
Despite sore relations, Mr. Singh had not forgotten his schoolmates and school. He arranged funds for the school’s renovation.
And the school was to be named after him during President’s Musharraf’s time. Renovations were done but the school still retains the original name, for some unknown political reasons.
The school record of Manmohan Singh is still well preserved in the head master’s cabinet. It shows Mr. Singh was a promising student…
Ghulam Mustafa, the Head Master of the primary school says,” We tell our children that one of the students at this school became a prominent political personality, so if they work hard they too will achieve their objectives. We pray to God that he becomes the Prime Minister of India once again, and we want him to come to Pakistan.”
After being elected as Prime Minister of India, Manmohan Singh funded the construction of a road and also sent teams to install solar-powered lights, and a water geyser for the village mosque.
Mustafa says, Singh financed a development project worth Rupees Hundred million for this village, “they constructed a high school for boys and girls, a hospital and a new water supply system. These roads were also built under the same project. The work stopped after the PPP came to power, but then, what else can we expect? Atleast Manmohan has given us solar lights, and has brought his village out of darkness…you know, when there is load-shedding in Chakwal, our village glows like the moon!”
Even though times have changed, the lanes and the paths, and even the houses of Gah Begal are a reflection of the undivided India.
It has been over sixty years since his friends last saw him, but they still have vivid memories of their naughty and studious Mohna.
Manmohan Singh left his village when he was only ten years old. But ironically the democratic “Peoples” party leadership of Pakistan has not been able to do what he did for his village from across the border, after over six decades.
The people of this small community lie in peace and contentment at Gah, but they hope that one day their Mohna would return so that they may thank him for all his kindness and support to the people who were once his own…
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Dr. Manmohan Singh said that history would remember him kindly. I’m happy to see that’s the case on social media today. He had a sense of humour. Leaders mean different things to different people, I can only speak to my experience. Personally, I remember being in my 20s and doing jokes about him on prime time bulletins at CNBC with our team having been made fully aware his office was watching and we’re okay with it. He was the most powerful man in the country and we were doing jokes about him five nights a week on a mainstream news channel, that weren’t even that great because we were utterly immature. Mind you this wasn’t even on a comedy show but as a part of a 9pm news bulletin that every businessperson in the country watched. Think about how far fetched that seems today. The mark of a truly great, secure, and humble leader, to my profession, is the ability to take a joke. Great leaders understand that’s part of the job, that powerful politicians and jest have always been historically intertwined for centuries, and that taking humour within grace makes them so much greater. A politician who can take a joke is truly powerful, and a politician who can make a joke about themselves is admirable, and invincible. In that respect, he stood tall above any Indian leader in my lifespan. Rest in peace sir 🙏
In the rarest of the rare gesture, US President Barack Obama personally walked down to the White House portico to see off Prime Minister Manmohan Singh after a meeting with him at the Oval Office. It shows how the US respects MMS.
in 2014, after his tenure, MMS was awarded the Highest Civilian Award of Japan which is equivalent to Bharat Ratna of India. He was the first Indian to receive such an award.
That is what makes us all proud. No country in the world had a more qualified head of government and India has never had such a highly qualified Prime Minister. Manmohan Singh’s life is a record of excellence and of merit being rewarded. His life will always be an inspiration to young people who want to work hard and achieve something based on their learning.
No rich parents, no influential uncles, no wealth, no inheritance, no one to pull strings and ‘put in a word’ – it was always his merit, his hard work, his honesty, his intelligence and, above all, his deep love for India that energised him. Every young Indian should feel inspired by the life of Manmohan Singh! He is the Father of Modern India.
If he had a majority like the current govt. he would have passed many more important bills and the list would have been longer.
Please do share this and let our Indians know what we have let go. Jai Hind.
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मैं 2004 से लगभग तीन साल उनका बॉडी गार्ड रहा। एसपीजी में पीएम की सुरक्षा का सबसे अंदरुनी घेरा होता है - क्लोज़ प्रोटेक्शन टीम जिसका नेतृत्व करने का अवसर मुझे मिला था। एआईजी सीपीटी वो व्यक्ति है जो पीएम से कभी भी दूर नहीं रह सकता। यदि एक ही बॉडी गार्ड रह सकता है तो साथ यह बंदा होगा। ऐसे में उनके साथ उनकी परछाई की तरह साथ ��हने की जिम्मेदारी थी मेरी।
डॉ साहब की अपनी एक ही कार थी - मारुति 800, जो पीएम हाउस में चमचमाती काली बीएमडब्ल्यू के पीछे खड़ी रहती थी। मनमोहन सिंह जी बार-बार मुझे कहते- असीम, मुझे इस कार में चलना पसंद नहीं, मेरी गड्डी तो यह है (मारुति)। मैं समझाता कि सर यह गाड़ी आपके ऐश्वर्य के लिए नहीं है, इसके सिक्योरिटी फीचर्स ऐसे हैं जिसके लिए एसपीजी ने इसे लिया है। लेकिन जब कारकेड मारुति के सामने से निकलता तो व�� हमेशा मन भर उसे देखते। जैसे संकल्प दोहरा रहे हो कि मैं मिडिल क्लास व्यक्ति हूं और आम आदमी की चिंता करना मेरा काम है। करोड़ों की गाड़ी पीएम की है, मेरी तो यह मारुति है।
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