Every living being has a soul (aatmaa) with its body. This aatmaa is qualitatively identical with paramaatmaa (the Supreme God). Quantitatively an aatmaa is very small compared to paramaatmaa. An aatmaa is to paramaatmaa just as a small spark of fire is to an inferno, or a drop of water is to the ocean.
When an aatmaa bundles itself with desires, then it is called a jiva. Obviously, jivas are different because their desires are very different. Until one realizes god, gets aatma darshan, one is a jiva. Now let us compare a Muslim jiva and a Gandhian (deluded Hindu) jiva.
A Muslim wants to convert the Gandhian or any kafir, or kill him. Obviously this is adharma, and the Muslim, therefore, is an adharmi. He wants to take away the freedom of the kafirs, and take over their land, rule over them, destroy kafirs' temples, etc.
A Gandhian will say this to a Muslim: "It is my right to be a Hindu or a kafir, and I will not convert to Islam. Being a Gandhian - satyaagrahi - I will not harm you no matter what. If you want to kill me, kill, but I will not fight with you violently."
A Gandhian does not want to convert a Muslim or any one. He does not want to destroy mosques or madresas. He wishes that all become Gandhians like him, but he has no power over the brutes like Muslims. Only some cowards choose to follow him and become Gandhians.
A Muslim can choose to do violence and adharma, and this Gandhian has no power to stop this adharma. A Gandhian is a nicer guy than a Muslim, but he values his life less than the life of an adharmi Muslim. No Vedic scripture or Gita -THE BOOK OF HINDU DHARMA - says that the value of life of an adharmi is more than the value of life of one who is not an adharmi. Therefore, a Gandhian is not acting per Vedic dharma.
If all the Hindus were Gandhians, then Pak will take over Bharat just in one day without any fight. Not only that, the Muslims will kill all the Gandhians and take over their lands and property. This will be so easy for them because they know that no one will cause any harm to them, and the Gandhians will come forward to them to be killed in the spirit of satyagraha. One can see that this is sheer nonsense and foolish.
The Vedic people value ahimsa, but know when himsa is required to protect dharma and dharmis. The Muslims value himsa only and they have experienced for 1000+ years that the benefit of himsa is taking over others' lands, lives, and properties.
When a Gandhian is killed by a Muslim, the jiva of Gandhian does not get mukti or svarga, because the Gandhian lost the body he needed to do saadhanaa to get mukti. No body, no saadhanaa; no saadhanaa, no mukti or svarga.
Krishna says that by fighting to uphold dharma, one gets svarga.
"O son of Kunti, either you will be killed on the battlefield and attain the heavenly planets, or you will conquer and enjoy the earthly kingdom. Therefore get up and fight with determination." -Krishna/Gita 2-37
What all Hindus must understand is that the Himsa which is done in accordance with Dharma is Ahimsa. Conversely, the Ahimsa which is done in contravention of Dharma is, strictly speaking, Himsa.
Thus the Gandhivadi who imagines that he is doing Ahimsa by refusing to fight is encouraging Adharma and ultimately practising Himsa against himself and against his fellow Hindus.
The community or nation is more important than the individual. A man may commit suicide so long as his action has no adverse effect on his community. But if a Hindu commits suicide by allowing a Muslim/Christian/Maoist to kill him, then he encourages Adharma, harms his community, and therefore commits a crime.
The fact is that, in Hindu Law, Ahimsa is not an absolute law but only a general law. And every general law is contradicted by the particular laws concerned with particular situations where the general law does not apply.
In consequence, those who are Ahimsa-fanatics are in fact transgressing against the Law of Dharma and must be punished as criminals and traitors. By eliminating Ahimsavadis from our ranks we will achieve the unity and the strength that we need to win the war against Adharma.
Look and visualise the destruction caused to the Hindu psyche by Fraud Gandhi.We at and hindus across several fora have to discuss this moot point.
When will the old decadent destructive theory of fraud g vanish from a hindu's mind cannot be guessed,hope it is soon.
The himsa, killings, destructions, and all adharma of Islam cannot be checked by any movement of ahimsa, as long as Islam has resources to do their killings, and adharma. There is one excepton:
Economic boycott of Muslims to force them give up Islam.
Buddha succeeded in stopping king Ashok fighting in the war of kaling even when Ashok was wnning. This is due to the Vedic samskaras of Ashok.
No one in the total history of Islam invasions and conquests any one has succeeded in stopping them from doing himsa. The world always had dalai lama, panchan lama and the jain arihanas living, even kabir and nanak. None even attempted to stop the himsa of Islam, as it was not possible.
Sikhs have fougnt Islam and have checked Islam himsa with himsa. The kingdom of Ranjitsingh was far wide and included afghanista, and perhaps iran.
The whole world can boycott Islam. This may ignite Islam himsa, but then the world will need to be prepared to deal with it successfully.
Economic boycott is possible at a very small basic levels as well. It is worht doing.
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Never choose God over Motherland !!!
Pakistan is the land of pure they say,
But killing people is what they do night and day,
Why do they do so u may ask,
For that u need to see the evil face behind the mask,
Pak is a nation born out of hatred,
Hence compromising with them is simply time wasted,
Tolerating them is the biggest mistake,
Becoz then betraying u for them is a piece of cake,
These people are never to be trusted,
They are meant only to be busted,
Now tell me for how long my countrymen,
Will we tolerate this barbarian men,
Enough lives have been lost on our side,
It is high time we open our eyes wide,
Lets wake up my men before its too late,
Its our duty to protect our motherland whose food we ate,
A Hindu who has dedicated to his motherland his blood, bones, and breathe,
Dying for it is for him the best form of death,
Hence my fellow Hindus, there no need to think twice,
For deciding to defend our motherland we don't need to roll a dice,
Remember fellow Hindus what the vedas have said,
They will go to heaven who while defending their nation been dead,
Therefore my dear Hindus after u go home today,
Tell ur children and say,
That our motherland is like a mother to us,
So protecting her is our greatest duty thus,
So even if God comes in the way,
We will never choose God over motherland anyway,
Its better to go to hell after saving our country,
Rather than go to heaven and let our country be history!
But killing people is what they do night and day,
Why do they do so u may ask,
For that u need to see the evil face behind the mask,
Pak is a nation born out of hatred,
Hence compromising with them is simply time wasted,
Tolerating them is the biggest mistake,
Becoz then betraying u for them is a piece of cake,
These people are never to be trusted,
They are meant only to be busted,
Now tell me for how long my countrymen,
Will we tolerate this barbarian men,
Enough lives have been lost on our side,
It is high time we open our eyes wide,
Lets wake up my men before its too late,
Its our duty to protect our motherland whose food we ate,
A Hindu who has dedicated to his motherland his blood, bones, and breathe,
Dying for it is for him the best form of death,
Hence my fellow Hindus, there no need to think twice,
For deciding to defend our motherland we don't need to roll a dice,
Remember fellow Hindus what the vedas have said,
They will go to heaven who while defending their nation been dead,
Therefore my dear Hindus after u go home today,
Tell ur children and say,
That our motherland is like a mother to us,
So protecting her is our greatest duty thus,
So even if God comes in the way,
We will never choose God over motherland anyway,
Its better to go to hell after saving our country,
Rather than go to heaven and let our country be history!
Convert Hindu & Sikh Gulz to Islam by all possible ways
A WARNING TO HINDU & SIKH GIRLS!
THE MUSLIMS WON'T REST UNTIL THEY COVERT YOU TO ISLAM!
£10,000 REWARDS ARE BEING GIVEN TO MUSLIM YOUTHS BY ISLAMIC
ORGANIZATIONS IN U.K. TO ANY MUSLIM BOY WHO CAN CONVERT
A HINDU OR SIKH GIRL. THEY ARE ON THE PROWL FOR GULLIBLE
HINDU GIRLS. BEWARE!
BE CAREFUL OF BEING TRAPPED INTO HAVING RELATIONSHIPS WITH
MUSLIMS BOYS IN YOUR SCHOOL AND COLLEGE. THE LOVE THEY
SHOW IS LOVE BASED ON AN ULTERIOR MOTIVE. TO GET YOU TO ACCEPT
ISLAM. HINDU GIRLS HAVE SUFFERED DIRE CONSEQUENCES FROM THESE
MUSLIM MEN WHO PROMISE TO LOVE THEM BUT TREAT THEM LIKE DOGS!
IF YOU MARRY A MUSLIM MAN AND YOU WILL LOOSE YOUR IDENTITY, YOUR
RELIGION, YOUR CULTURE, THEY WILL STOP YOU FROM MEETING YOUR MOTHER
AND YOUR FATHER AND YOU WILL EVENTUALLY BE BARRED FROM MEETING
ANY FAMILY MEMBER. THE CHOICE IS YOURS!
BELOW IS A LEAFLET WE PICKED UP FROM A UNIVERSITY IN COLLEGE WHICH
WAS BEING DISTRIBUTED TO MUSLIM YOUTHS.
Monday, February 12, 2007
Untold stories of Motilal & Jawahar Lal Nehru
A Tale Of Two Lals
(This is the story of the two Lals of India. It may appear new to you, that is because the entire GoI has been striving hard to keep it hidden from its people. The writer had to dig up the details, from various sources; he then added two and two together. However, the writer does not believe that there are too many inconsistencies in the story; if there are, then the fault lies with the GoI who should have made it public in the first place. Can you imagine that even 50 years after freedom, we still don't know who was the 'paternal' grandfather of Rajiv!)
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Moti Lal, the brothel-keeper:
The words 'Moti' and 'Lal' signify 'pearl' and 'ruby'. His name was not 'Narayan Das' or 'Madan Mohan' or anything like that. The seeds of secu-larism were already sown in Moti Lal, the tho-roughly Islamized product of Kashmir who often (whenever it suited him, of course) flaunted his Brahminical ancestry.
Moti Lal didn't have much education. Married at an early age, he came down to Allahabad (the city of Allah) to earn a living. We do not know exact-ly where he had settled down in Allahabad then. However, we do not believe it was in the Red Light district of Mir Ganj of Allahabad where in the olden days, the Turks and the Moghuls used to keep the kidnapped Hindu women for their entertainment. (It was here that Urdu was born.) We are saying this because we now know for sure that Moti Lal had settled down with his second 'wife' (we do not know if Moti Lal had really married the woman or just brought her down with him from Kashmir, for evil purposes) in the brothel area of Mir Ganj.
The first wife died at child birth; the male baby died too. Soon after, Moti Lal returned to Kashmir, found a pretty woman from a very poor family, his so called 'wife', and brought her down to Allahabad. He settled down at Mir Ganj. Moti Lal had decided to become a part-time brothel keeper for he had no other means of livelihood. Whoever has heard of anyone settling down in a Red Light district with his newly married wife (even second wife) and bringing up children there? We will soon see that Jawahar, Moti Lal's next son, who lived, did not grow up in that brothel house for too long. But both his sisters, Vijaya Lakshmi and Krishna grew up there for years.
During day time, Moti Lal attended the Allahabad court in spite of the fact that he was only a 'mukhtear', even junior to a 'vakeel'. At Allahabad, in those days, even 'mukhtears' were permitted to practice in the high court. However, Moti Lal earned very little.
At the same court, a renowned solicitor and lawyer plied his trade too. He was Mobarak Ali, a shia' man. He had a roaring practice in Allahabad. He had a large house, the Ishrat Manzil. It must be mentioned here that there was another Ishrat Manzil at Allahabad at that time. This second Ishrat Manzil belonged to Akbar Allahabadi. This often caused mixing up of the mail. Mobarak Ali's Ishrat Manzil was later sold to Moti Lal and the erstwhile 'mukhtear' changed the name to 'Anand Bhavan'. It is now called the 'Swarajya Bhavan' and belongs to the nation.
Mobarak meets Moti Lal:
In the evenings, Moti Lal returned home after his day at the court. Most days, he walked to his house in the brothel area. Mobarak Ali, like most wealthy Mussalmans, used to visit the same area quite often to have some fun and games. Mobarak used to go there in his horse-drawn coach. Moti Lal had always wanted to strike up a relationship with Mobarak Ali. And so it came to pass that one evening, Mobarak noticed this Hindu man, a lowly 'mukhtear' coming out of the court premises, in tattered pants, while he was about to get into his coach. Mobarak Ali, out of courtesy asked Moti Lal if he could give him a ride. Since both were headed toward Mir Ganj, for different reasons of course, Moti Lal got into the coach and sat in front.
It soon became clear to the wily Moti Lal that Mobarak Ali was looking for a pretty Hindu broad for the night. And he offered his woman, so freshly brought from Kashmir. The bargain was struck. And thus Moti and Mobarak had rides together many evenings after that, all the way from the court to the Mir Ganj district.
Mobarak offered a small job to Moti Lal in his lawyer's office. The Kashmiri 'Pandit' started working for the lecherous Mussalman, now his own boss. Much later Moti had his own office.
The Widow of Etawah and Amethi:
A lot of things happened in the next few years. The Rajah of Etawah had died without an issue. Under British rule, in such cases the widow was to lose her husband's estate if she did not have a male issue. And obviously, the Hindu widow was sure to lose her estate. She came to see Mobarak Ali to fight her case in the courts.
Mobarak put Moti Lal to the job; he acted from behind. At his instruction, Moti Lal went to see the Rani (the widow of the late Rajah of Etawah) and told her that Mobarak Ali could fight on her case and win. He mentioned the amount of Mobarak's fee: it was going to be Rs. 5,00,000 (a hefty sum, in those days). The helpless widow agreed. The amount was equally divided between Moti and Mobarak. However, at the lower court, Mobarak Ali and Moti Lal lost the widow's case. Undaunted, they announced to the widow that not everything was lost. On behalf of Mobarak Ali, Moti Lal announced to the widow that they would go to the higher court with her case. The fee was again a hefty Rs.5,00,000, equally shared by Mobarak and Moti. They lost the case in the higher court as well.
The smart Mobarak suggested that the case be now taken to the Privy Council in London. This time, the widow had to pay for all their travel expen-ses, to and from London plus their fees AND the fee of a London barrister. Mobarak Ali hired a top notch London barrister. He argued the case at the Privy Council on behalf of the widow, who, according to him, was pregnant and carrying a child of the Rajah of Etawah, when he died. A suitable baby boy had been found for the purpose and the court was told that the boy was sired by the Rajah and the widowed Rani was the mother. This time, the case was won and the Rani could retain ownership of her deceased husband's estate. One of the constituencies of the estate was Amethi. This was obtained by Moti Lal from the widow. It is not quite clear if there was any arm-twisting involved in the transfer of Amethi, but the Rani, we believe, was quite happy to have re-tained ownership of at least part of the property.
The Birth of a Baby:
In the mean time, Moti Lal's 'wife' became pregnant. Mobarak was the 'father'. One fine morning, while Moti Lal's 'wife' was heavy with the child, they went for a holy dip in the Ganges. A hermit saw them and called Moti aside and scolded him for letting his 'wife' carry a child who was going to bring disaster to India. The hermit must have had powers to read the future. He suggested to Moti Lal to abort the baby by using 'zahar' (or poison). The lady was some distance away and could not quite hear the conversation in full but did hear the word 'zahar'. Moti Lal came back to his woman after the stern rebuke and 'explained' that the hermit wanted his son's name to be 'Jawahar'. It is not known if Jawahar's future mother really believed in what Moti Lal, the inveterate liar, told her.
Moti Lal requested his boss Mobarak Ali to have the delivery of the baby done at his residence, the Ishrat Manzil. Mobarak would have none of it.
He agreed that the baby was his but he was not going to have it delivered in his house. According to the sharia', even if a bastard is born in the house of the natural father, the new-born has equal rights on the property with the natural father's other legitimate children. Mobarak agreed to pay for the delivery expenses and in the end the baby (Jawahar, in this case) was born in that brothel house. Jawahar destroyed that house as soon as he became the prime minister and the canard was floated that Jawahar was born in the 'Anand Bhavan'. Mind you, there was no 'Anand Bhavan' yet; it was still the 'Ishrat Manzil'. But in India, no one asks embarrassing questions. Thus we don't want to know what was the name of Rajiv's 'paternal' grandfather or why Feroz and Indira had changed their name to 'Gandhi' by an affidavit! Or, how Jawahar got infected with and died of syphilis! Did he get it from shaking hands with his friends or from wiping his mouth in the open? Mobarak Ali was connected with the high and the mighty of the Moslem society. The nawab of Oudh objected strongly to bringing up the baby boy in a brothel. He offered to bring him up in his own palace. He had a number of Moslem women in the harem, who could suckle the baby. From then on, the baby Jawahar, soon after his birth, left Mir Ganj and was housed in the nawab's palace. Jawahar stayed there till he was ten. Then he left for London for education. Moti Lal had earned enough money by then and could pay for son's education.
There was a full-length picture of the ten-year-old Jawahar standing by the side of the nawab of Oudh on the first floor of the nawab's palace, not far from Lucknow. It was his upbringing in the nawab's palace that made Jawahar proudly announce in public, that he was educated in the West, had an Islamic upbringing and that he was a Hindu only by an accident!
There were two more babies born in Moti Lal's house in the brothel area; both were daughters. It is not known if they too were sired by Mobarak Ali. Perhaps yes, perhaps no. But then Moti Lal,
a confirmed philanderer had his own bastards too. Sheikh Abdullah was one and another was Syud Husain, who had eloped with Vijaya Lakshmi. It was this fact of being half siblings that provoked Moti Lal to stop the wedding between Syud Husain and Vijaya Lakshmi. They had lived together for a few days during their elopement. That explains why Vijaya Lakshmi's first daughter, Chandra Lekha, looks so much like Syud Husain although her theoretical father was supposed to be R.S. Pandit. One has only to compare the pictures of Chandra Lekha, Nayantara and Rita, the last two daughters undoubtedly sired by R.S. Pandit.
Jawahar Lal, the impostor:
Jawahar became a barrister of sorts. His main subject of study at Trinity College was Botany. At the time, Mohammed Ali Jinnah, another shia' man, had his residence/law offices at the Malabar Hills of Bombay. Jinnah had a roaring practice. The ever jealous Jawahar opened his law office there. He did not make much headway in the practice. One day, he was arrested by the police for molesting a Parsi girl, an employee in his own office. The papers are still in the Sessions Court archives in Bombay (now Mumbai). Moti Lal hurried down from Allahabad and brought to bear all his influence and money power to get his son released. He took him back with him to Allahabad. That was the end of Jawahar's law practice. He entered politics. It may be mentioned here that one does not find any picture of Jawahar Lal between the ages of 1 and 10, when he was brought up in the nawab of Oudh's palace near Lucknow. That is because Jawahar was never at Moti Lal's place, properly speaking. The baby Jawahar was removed from the brothel house to the nawab's palace and reared there till he was about ten years old. Picture-taking is taboo in Islam. He left for England at ten. The two sisters had very little to do with their only brother as he was not there.
There are a number of pictures of the two sisters of their childhood but none of the boy. Also, a large part of Jawahar's expenses in London was paid by Mobarak Ali. Moti Lal didn't have the money at the time. It is only later, much later, that Moti Lal rolled in money, thanks to the widowed Rani of Etawah.
Jawahar, the widower sires a Christian baby:
Like father - like son and Jawahar grew up to be a Lothario, one notch higher than his daddy. He took full advantage of his position as the prime minister of the country. Jawahar's habit of seeking out pretty women and granting them mid-night trysts became wellknown to the insiders. He rendered a Hindu nun pregnant. She was removed not to a hospital, for then everyone would come to know, but to a Catholic nunnery. Why do you think Catholics are given a special treatment in secular India? For the simple reason that they can keep their lips sealed but wield their whip of black-mail when required. The baby boy sired by the widower Nehru was taken out of India to make a good Christian out of the bastard. But then that would be nothing new. India has been and still is being ruled by bastards. M.O. Mathai, Nehru's Catholic Personal Assistant of many years, will tell you that in his two books (My Days with Nehru and Reminiscences of the Nehru Age).
Jawahar, the Liar:
The inveterate liar that he was, Nehru would go to the ramparts of the Red Fort of Delhi and shout Delhi Chalo and Jai Hind, over the microphone, only to come back to his office and dictate personal letters to Clement Attlee, then the British prime minister, urging him to prod Stalin to hand over Netaji Bose to His Majesty's Govern-ment for trial for having 'declared war on the King of England'.
As soon as Sheikh Abdullah got S.P. Mookerjee killed by his Moslem doctor by injection, Nehru flew down from London. He took hold of Mookerjee's personal diary and never returned it to his mother and that inspite of the bereaved mother's frantic appeals for her dead son's last memento.
Nehru had his retribution though. The man who had his 'tryst with destiny' on that night of August in 1947, finally died, not of heart failure as they tell you, but of syphilis. And believe me, he did not get infected with that vile disease by drinking out of a tumbler in a restaurant. He got it the only way every other syphilitic patient gets it, by illicit and reckless sex with any and every woman he could lay his dirty hands on.
How did we discover?
West Bengal's Shyama Prosad Mookerjee gave a hard time to Nehru in the Lok Sabha. A whispering campaign was started that a relation of Mooker-jee's had done something illegal with the procure-ment of newsprint. Nehru wanted desperately to find fault with Mookerjee or anyone connected with him. Nehru asked West Bengal's chief minister B.C. Roy to send him a bright police officer; he had some assignment to give to him.
B.C. Roy sent Samar Sen from Calcutta, a promising, intelligent and hard-working police officer. Samar Sen reported to Nehru in New Delhi. For two hours, Nehru talked and talked but never asked Samar Sen to take a seat. Sen promised never to serve this man, even though he was supposed to be the prime minister of India. To Samar Sen, Nehru was a man without pedigree, which we all know now, but he didn't at the time.
Nehru told Samar Sen that he wanted to find some 'weak spots' on S.P. Mookerjee; that he would let him have a special permit empowering him to ask for any file on anyone in India, at any police office and without questions asked. Samar Sen was to look into the secret police files on S.P. Mookerjee and when he had found something objectionable on Mookerjee, Samar Sen was to report it to him.
Unfortunately for Nehru, Samar Sen had been an admirer of Mookerjee since many years. He reported the matter to Mookerjee, then in the opposition. Mookerjee heard him out and advised him to get, not one, but two such permits; one on S.P. Mookerjee of course but also another on J.L. Nehru. Thus he would discover if there was anything not quite 'kosher' in Nehru's files.
While on his assignment, Samar Sen, went for an early morning walk in a Bombay park. There he met an old man, hailing from Uttar Pradesh but now the president of the Hindu Mahasabha of Bombay. The old gentleman from Uttar Pradesh appeared to be very well informed on Nehru and his background; he suggested that Samar Sen look into the classified file on Nehru at the archives of the Sessions Court. This, Samar Sen did and discovered Nehru's arrest on charges of molestation of the Parsi girl employee in Nehru's own office. At the request of the old man, Samar Sen went all the way to Lucknow to take pictures of the full-length painting depicting the nawab of Oudh and the ten-year-old Jawahar at the first floor of the nawab's palace near Lucknow.
Samar Sen became fully aware of the nature of the animal (Nehru) he had on his hands. His back ground, birth place, upbringing at the nawab of Oudh's palace, Nehru's inadequacy as a barrister, his profligacy like his father Moti Lal's, all came into full view.
How Nehru, at the request of the apostle of truth, M.K. Gandhi, got the name of Feroz Khan (son of Moti Lal's Moslem grocer Nawab Khan) changed to Feroz Gandhi by an affidavit in England; how Nehru instituted a sham 'Vedic' marriage between Indira and Feroz to fool the public in India. Samar Sen could see the ins and outs of the devil that went by the name of Jawahar Lal Nehru, the prime minister of India and on whom rests the entire folly of Kashmir.
Samar Sen died some years ago. His son lives in Canada. In India, he would have been assas sinated! No doubt, many will cast doubt on the story but will desist from throwing light to the hidden sides of the Nehrus (alias Khans/Gandhis).
To them, we quote from Hillaire Belloc:
Oh! Let us never doubt
What no body is sure about!
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(References: K.N. Rao's THE NEHRU DYNASTY; Taya Zinkin's THE FRENCH MEMSAHIB; M.O. Mathai's MY DAYS WITH NEHRU/THE REMINISCENCES OF THE NEHRU AGE; Samar Guha's NETAJI - DEAD OR ALIVE; Mohammad Yunus's PERSONS, PASSIONS & POLITCS.)
(This is the story of the two Lals of India. It may appear new to you, that is because the entire GoI has been striving hard to keep it hidden from its people. The writer had to dig up the details, from various sources; he then added two and two together. However, the writer does not believe that there are too many inconsistencies in the story; if there are, then the fault lies with the GoI who should have made it public in the first place. Can you imagine that even 50 years after freedom, we still don't know who was the 'paternal' grandfather of Rajiv!)
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Moti Lal, the brothel-keeper:
The words 'Moti' and 'Lal' signify 'pearl' and 'ruby'. His name was not 'Narayan Das' or 'Madan Mohan' or anything like that. The seeds of secu-larism were already sown in Moti Lal, the tho-roughly Islamized product of Kashmir who often (whenever it suited him, of course) flaunted his Brahminical ancestry.
Moti Lal didn't have much education. Married at an early age, he came down to Allahabad (the city of Allah) to earn a living. We do not know exact-ly where he had settled down in Allahabad then. However, we do not believe it was in the Red Light district of Mir Ganj of Allahabad where in the olden days, the Turks and the Moghuls used to keep the kidnapped Hindu women for their entertainment. (It was here that Urdu was born.) We are saying this because we now know for sure that Moti Lal had settled down with his second 'wife' (we do not know if Moti Lal had really married the woman or just brought her down with him from Kashmir, for evil purposes) in the brothel area of Mir Ganj.
The first wife died at child birth; the male baby died too. Soon after, Moti Lal returned to Kashmir, found a pretty woman from a very poor family, his so called 'wife', and brought her down to Allahabad. He settled down at Mir Ganj. Moti Lal had decided to become a part-time brothel keeper for he had no other means of livelihood. Whoever has heard of anyone settling down in a Red Light district with his newly married wife (even second wife) and bringing up children there? We will soon see that Jawahar, Moti Lal's next son, who lived, did not grow up in that brothel house for too long. But both his sisters, Vijaya Lakshmi and Krishna grew up there for years.
During day time, Moti Lal attended the Allahabad court in spite of the fact that he was only a 'mukhtear', even junior to a 'vakeel'. At Allahabad, in those days, even 'mukhtears' were permitted to practice in the high court. However, Moti Lal earned very little.
At the same court, a renowned solicitor and lawyer plied his trade too. He was Mobarak Ali, a shia' man. He had a roaring practice in Allahabad. He had a large house, the Ishrat Manzil. It must be mentioned here that there was another Ishrat Manzil at Allahabad at that time. This second Ishrat Manzil belonged to Akbar Allahabadi. This often caused mixing up of the mail. Mobarak Ali's Ishrat Manzil was later sold to Moti Lal and the erstwhile 'mukhtear' changed the name to 'Anand Bhavan'. It is now called the 'Swarajya Bhavan' and belongs to the nation.
Mobarak meets Moti Lal:
In the evenings, Moti Lal returned home after his day at the court. Most days, he walked to his house in the brothel area. Mobarak Ali, like most wealthy Mussalmans, used to visit the same area quite often to have some fun and games. Mobarak used to go there in his horse-drawn coach. Moti Lal had always wanted to strike up a relationship with Mobarak Ali. And so it came to pass that one evening, Mobarak noticed this Hindu man, a lowly 'mukhtear' coming out of the court premises, in tattered pants, while he was about to get into his coach. Mobarak Ali, out of courtesy asked Moti Lal if he could give him a ride. Since both were headed toward Mir Ganj, for different reasons of course, Moti Lal got into the coach and sat in front.
It soon became clear to the wily Moti Lal that Mobarak Ali was looking for a pretty Hindu broad for the night. And he offered his woman, so freshly brought from Kashmir. The bargain was struck. And thus Moti and Mobarak had rides together many evenings after that, all the way from the court to the Mir Ganj district.
Mobarak offered a small job to Moti Lal in his lawyer's office. The Kashmiri 'Pandit' started working for the lecherous Mussalman, now his own boss. Much later Moti had his own office.
The Widow of Etawah and Amethi:
A lot of things happened in the next few years. The Rajah of Etawah had died without an issue. Under British rule, in such cases the widow was to lose her husband's estate if she did not have a male issue. And obviously, the Hindu widow was sure to lose her estate. She came to see Mobarak Ali to fight her case in the courts.
Mobarak put Moti Lal to the job; he acted from behind. At his instruction, Moti Lal went to see the Rani (the widow of the late Rajah of Etawah) and told her that Mobarak Ali could fight on her case and win. He mentioned the amount of Mobarak's fee: it was going to be Rs. 5,00,000 (a hefty sum, in those days). The helpless widow agreed. The amount was equally divided between Moti and Mobarak. However, at the lower court, Mobarak Ali and Moti Lal lost the widow's case. Undaunted, they announced to the widow that not everything was lost. On behalf of Mobarak Ali, Moti Lal announced to the widow that they would go to the higher court with her case. The fee was again a hefty Rs.5,00,000, equally shared by Mobarak and Moti. They lost the case in the higher court as well.
The smart Mobarak suggested that the case be now taken to the Privy Council in London. This time, the widow had to pay for all their travel expen-ses, to and from London plus their fees AND the fee of a London barrister. Mobarak Ali hired a top notch London barrister. He argued the case at the Privy Council on behalf of the widow, who, according to him, was pregnant and carrying a child of the Rajah of Etawah, when he died. A suitable baby boy had been found for the purpose and the court was told that the boy was sired by the Rajah and the widowed Rani was the mother. This time, the case was won and the Rani could retain ownership of her deceased husband's estate. One of the constituencies of the estate was Amethi. This was obtained by Moti Lal from the widow. It is not quite clear if there was any arm-twisting involved in the transfer of Amethi, but the Rani, we believe, was quite happy to have re-tained ownership of at least part of the property.
The Birth of a Baby:
In the mean time, Moti Lal's 'wife' became pregnant. Mobarak was the 'father'. One fine morning, while Moti Lal's 'wife' was heavy with the child, they went for a holy dip in the Ganges. A hermit saw them and called Moti aside and scolded him for letting his 'wife' carry a child who was going to bring disaster to India. The hermit must have had powers to read the future. He suggested to Moti Lal to abort the baby by using 'zahar' (or poison). The lady was some distance away and could not quite hear the conversation in full but did hear the word 'zahar'. Moti Lal came back to his woman after the stern rebuke and 'explained' that the hermit wanted his son's name to be 'Jawahar'. It is not known if Jawahar's future mother really believed in what Moti Lal, the inveterate liar, told her.
Moti Lal requested his boss Mobarak Ali to have the delivery of the baby done at his residence, the Ishrat Manzil. Mobarak would have none of it.
He agreed that the baby was his but he was not going to have it delivered in his house. According to the sharia', even if a bastard is born in the house of the natural father, the new-born has equal rights on the property with the natural father's other legitimate children. Mobarak agreed to pay for the delivery expenses and in the end the baby (Jawahar, in this case) was born in that brothel house. Jawahar destroyed that house as soon as he became the prime minister and the canard was floated that Jawahar was born in the 'Anand Bhavan'. Mind you, there was no 'Anand Bhavan' yet; it was still the 'Ishrat Manzil'. But in India, no one asks embarrassing questions. Thus we don't want to know what was the name of Rajiv's 'paternal' grandfather or why Feroz and Indira had changed their name to 'Gandhi' by an affidavit! Or, how Jawahar got infected with and died of syphilis! Did he get it from shaking hands with his friends or from wiping his mouth in the open? Mobarak Ali was connected with the high and the mighty of the Moslem society. The nawab of Oudh objected strongly to bringing up the baby boy in a brothel. He offered to bring him up in his own palace. He had a number of Moslem women in the harem, who could suckle the baby. From then on, the baby Jawahar, soon after his birth, left Mir Ganj and was housed in the nawab's palace. Jawahar stayed there till he was ten. Then he left for London for education. Moti Lal had earned enough money by then and could pay for son's education.
There was a full-length picture of the ten-year-old Jawahar standing by the side of the nawab of Oudh on the first floor of the nawab's palace, not far from Lucknow. It was his upbringing in the nawab's palace that made Jawahar proudly announce in public, that he was educated in the West, had an Islamic upbringing and that he was a Hindu only by an accident!
There were two more babies born in Moti Lal's house in the brothel area; both were daughters. It is not known if they too were sired by Mobarak Ali. Perhaps yes, perhaps no. But then Moti Lal,
a confirmed philanderer had his own bastards too. Sheikh Abdullah was one and another was Syud Husain, who had eloped with Vijaya Lakshmi. It was this fact of being half siblings that provoked Moti Lal to stop the wedding between Syud Husain and Vijaya Lakshmi. They had lived together for a few days during their elopement. That explains why Vijaya Lakshmi's first daughter, Chandra Lekha, looks so much like Syud Husain although her theoretical father was supposed to be R.S. Pandit. One has only to compare the pictures of Chandra Lekha, Nayantara and Rita, the last two daughters undoubtedly sired by R.S. Pandit.
Jawahar Lal, the impostor:
Jawahar became a barrister of sorts. His main subject of study at Trinity College was Botany. At the time, Mohammed Ali Jinnah, another shia' man, had his residence/law offices at the Malabar Hills of Bombay. Jinnah had a roaring practice. The ever jealous Jawahar opened his law office there. He did not make much headway in the practice. One day, he was arrested by the police for molesting a Parsi girl, an employee in his own office. The papers are still in the Sessions Court archives in Bombay (now Mumbai). Moti Lal hurried down from Allahabad and brought to bear all his influence and money power to get his son released. He took him back with him to Allahabad. That was the end of Jawahar's law practice. He entered politics. It may be mentioned here that one does not find any picture of Jawahar Lal between the ages of 1 and 10, when he was brought up in the nawab of Oudh's palace near Lucknow. That is because Jawahar was never at Moti Lal's place, properly speaking. The baby Jawahar was removed from the brothel house to the nawab's palace and reared there till he was about ten years old. Picture-taking is taboo in Islam. He left for England at ten. The two sisters had very little to do with their only brother as he was not there.
There are a number of pictures of the two sisters of their childhood but none of the boy. Also, a large part of Jawahar's expenses in London was paid by Mobarak Ali. Moti Lal didn't have the money at the time. It is only later, much later, that Moti Lal rolled in money, thanks to the widowed Rani of Etawah.
Jawahar, the widower sires a Christian baby:
Like father - like son and Jawahar grew up to be a Lothario, one notch higher than his daddy. He took full advantage of his position as the prime minister of the country. Jawahar's habit of seeking out pretty women and granting them mid-night trysts became wellknown to the insiders. He rendered a Hindu nun pregnant. She was removed not to a hospital, for then everyone would come to know, but to a Catholic nunnery. Why do you think Catholics are given a special treatment in secular India? For the simple reason that they can keep their lips sealed but wield their whip of black-mail when required. The baby boy sired by the widower Nehru was taken out of India to make a good Christian out of the bastard. But then that would be nothing new. India has been and still is being ruled by bastards. M.O. Mathai, Nehru's Catholic Personal Assistant of many years, will tell you that in his two books (My Days with Nehru and Reminiscences of the Nehru Age).
Jawahar, the Liar:
The inveterate liar that he was, Nehru would go to the ramparts of the Red Fort of Delhi and shout Delhi Chalo and Jai Hind, over the microphone, only to come back to his office and dictate personal letters to Clement Attlee, then the British prime minister, urging him to prod Stalin to hand over Netaji Bose to His Majesty's Govern-ment for trial for having 'declared war on the King of England'.
As soon as Sheikh Abdullah got S.P. Mookerjee killed by his Moslem doctor by injection, Nehru flew down from London. He took hold of Mookerjee's personal diary and never returned it to his mother and that inspite of the bereaved mother's frantic appeals for her dead son's last memento.
Nehru had his retribution though. The man who had his 'tryst with destiny' on that night of August in 1947, finally died, not of heart failure as they tell you, but of syphilis. And believe me, he did not get infected with that vile disease by drinking out of a tumbler in a restaurant. He got it the only way every other syphilitic patient gets it, by illicit and reckless sex with any and every woman he could lay his dirty hands on.
How did we discover?
West Bengal's Shyama Prosad Mookerjee gave a hard time to Nehru in the Lok Sabha. A whispering campaign was started that a relation of Mooker-jee's had done something illegal with the procure-ment of newsprint. Nehru wanted desperately to find fault with Mookerjee or anyone connected with him. Nehru asked West Bengal's chief minister B.C. Roy to send him a bright police officer; he had some assignment to give to him.
B.C. Roy sent Samar Sen from Calcutta, a promising, intelligent and hard-working police officer. Samar Sen reported to Nehru in New Delhi. For two hours, Nehru talked and talked but never asked Samar Sen to take a seat. Sen promised never to serve this man, even though he was supposed to be the prime minister of India. To Samar Sen, Nehru was a man without pedigree, which we all know now, but he didn't at the time.
Nehru told Samar Sen that he wanted to find some 'weak spots' on S.P. Mookerjee; that he would let him have a special permit empowering him to ask for any file on anyone in India, at any police office and without questions asked. Samar Sen was to look into the secret police files on S.P. Mookerjee and when he had found something objectionable on Mookerjee, Samar Sen was to report it to him.
Unfortunately for Nehru, Samar Sen had been an admirer of Mookerjee since many years. He reported the matter to Mookerjee, then in the opposition. Mookerjee heard him out and advised him to get, not one, but two such permits; one on S.P. Mookerjee of course but also another on J.L. Nehru. Thus he would discover if there was anything not quite 'kosher' in Nehru's files.
While on his assignment, Samar Sen, went for an early morning walk in a Bombay park. There he met an old man, hailing from Uttar Pradesh but now the president of the Hindu Mahasabha of Bombay. The old gentleman from Uttar Pradesh appeared to be very well informed on Nehru and his background; he suggested that Samar Sen look into the classified file on Nehru at the archives of the Sessions Court. This, Samar Sen did and discovered Nehru's arrest on charges of molestation of the Parsi girl employee in Nehru's own office. At the request of the old man, Samar Sen went all the way to Lucknow to take pictures of the full-length painting depicting the nawab of Oudh and the ten-year-old Jawahar at the first floor of the nawab's palace near Lucknow.
Samar Sen became fully aware of the nature of the animal (Nehru) he had on his hands. His back ground, birth place, upbringing at the nawab of Oudh's palace, Nehru's inadequacy as a barrister, his profligacy like his father Moti Lal's, all came into full view.
How Nehru, at the request of the apostle of truth, M.K. Gandhi, got the name of Feroz Khan (son of Moti Lal's Moslem grocer Nawab Khan) changed to Feroz Gandhi by an affidavit in England; how Nehru instituted a sham 'Vedic' marriage between Indira and Feroz to fool the public in India. Samar Sen could see the ins and outs of the devil that went by the name of Jawahar Lal Nehru, the prime minister of India and on whom rests the entire folly of Kashmir.
Samar Sen died some years ago. His son lives in Canada. In India, he would have been assas sinated! No doubt, many will cast doubt on the story but will desist from throwing light to the hidden sides of the Nehrus (alias Khans/Gandhis).
To them, we quote from Hillaire Belloc:
Oh! Let us never doubt
What no body is sure about!
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(References: K.N. Rao's THE NEHRU DYNASTY; Taya Zinkin's THE FRENCH MEMSAHIB; M.O. Mathai's MY DAYS WITH NEHRU/THE REMINISCENCES OF THE NEHRU AGE; Samar Guha's NETAJI - DEAD OR ALIVE; Mohammad Yunus's PERSONS, PASSIONS & POLITCS.)
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