Moti Lal Nehru, Jawahar Lal Nehru' past

Moti Lal Nehru, Jawahar Lal Nehru' past

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.

Moti Lal didn't have much education. Married at an early age, he came down to Allahabad to earn a living. We do not know exactly 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.

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.

Mobarak meets Moti Lal:

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.

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. They fought her case in lower court and higher court for Rs. 10,00,000 total (a hefty sum) which got devided between Moti Lal and Mobarak Ali. But they lost the case in both the courts.

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 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'.

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!

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 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.

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.

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.

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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