I know he was wrong; I’m still no one, and I am going to remain no one to the very end. To be a no one is so tremendously blissful; one gets really spaced. I must be one of the most spaced-out people in the world. But still, try to be no one, it is far out – just faaar out.
But nobody wants to be no one, nobody, nothing, and naturally that’s why Jawaharlal was saying to Indira, “Now he is no one, but I can predict one day he certainly will be someone.”
Jawaharlal, you are dead, but I am sorry to say I could not fulfill your prediction. It failed, fortunately.
And that started my friendship with Indira. She already had a high post, and soon became the president of the ruling party in India, and then a minister in Jawaharlal’s cabinet, and finally prime minister. Indira is the only woman I have known who could manage these idiots – the politicians – and she managed well.
How she managed it I cannot say. Perhaps she had learned all their faults while she was a nobody, just a caretaker for old Jawaharlal. But she knew their faults so well that they are afraid of her, trembling. Even Jawaharlal could not throw this perfect idiot, Morarji Desai, out of his cabinet.
I told this to Indira, in a later meeting. It may come sometime, or may not, so better that I mention it right now. These circles are not dependable. I told her in our last meeting, that was years after Jawaharlal had died…it must have been somewhere around 1968. She told me, “What you are saying is absolutely right, and I would like to do it, but what to do with people like Morarji? They are in my cabinet, and they are the majority. Although they belong to my party, they would not be able to understand if I try to implement anything you are saying. I agree, but I feel helpless.”
I said, “Why don’t you throw out this fellow? Who is preventing you? And if you cannot throw him out, then resign, because it does not suit a person of your caliber to work with these fools. Put them right – that is right side up, because they are doing shirshasana, standing on their heads. Either put them right or resign, but do something.”
I have always liked Indira Gandhi. I still like her, although she is not doing anything to help my work – but that’s another matter. I liked her from the moment she told me, rather whispered in my ear, although there was nobody to hear, but who knows? – politicians are careful people.
She whispered, “I will do something or other.”
I could not figure out, at that moment, what she meant – “something or other”? But after seven days I read in the newspaper that Morarji Desai had been suddenly thrown out. I was far away, perhaps thousands of miles.
He had just returned from a tour of his constituency to visit the prime minister, and this was his welcome. A rather strange welcome…I should say a “well-go.” Can I make a word well-go? Then they are giving a good well-go. That will be exactly what people do…who welcomes?