Open Secrets: The Explosive Memoirs Of An Indian Intelligence Officer - Plot & Excerpts
The extremes, right and left, are in the gutters. Dwight D. Eisenhower. Eisenhower is a star performer on the theatre of history. He earned the right to view a road from any angle he felt conducive to his march to victory. However, for a lesser mortal like me even the middle of the road is not stable. The gutters are usual places where history tends to throw a creature like me when he is out of tune with the symphony of time. I was not sure if I was thrown into the right or left gutter on my arrival back to India from the frying pan in Canada. July 1987 was not the best of time to be in Delhi. The blazing summer and a scanty monsoon aside India was again forced to walk over the hellish fire of political instability, stink of corruption and ethnic unrest and insurgency. It appeared that some psychological toxin had infected Rajiv Gandhi, which forced him to fritter away the tremendous goodwill he had earned as a ‘clean’ man. He fretfully emptied the basket of sympathy that was showered on him by the grieving people of India.
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