Kunwar Natwar Singh may have fallen from grace for reasons best known to the political establishment,but it is not easy to ignore a man of varied interests,gifted for the expression of ideas. His travels and his reading have brought him very widely in contact with influential men and women and with the thoughts,manners and art of many people. On balance,his works represent a synthesis of intellectual magnanimity. This collection of letters,a sequel to My China Diary,1956-1988,has not lost its freshness of appeal. The letters reveal nothing startling or dramatic,but they are a diary of and a commentary on domestic and global affairs.
Some of the letter writers come across as genuinely amiable,simple and sincerely affectionate. This is true of the exchanges with Han Suyin,the Chinese-born author to whose friendship Natwar Singh has dedicated one of his books. Likewise,P.N. Haksar,the powerful figure in Indira Gandhis secretariat,appears to be tempered,modest and gentle. Morarji Desai,by contrast,was lacking in communication skills.
M.F. Husain,the beleaguered painter now living in Qatar,writes a matter-of-fact letter (not dated),asking Natwar Singhs help for organising a show in New York and Washington. Likewise,Vijayalakshmi Pandit,Jawaharlal Nehrus sister,pleads with Natwar Singh to get her daughter Nayantara Sahgal on to the Indian delegation to the UN. Everything here is right except the weather, E.M. Forster reports from Cambridge on April 1 1955. Remember that Natwar Singh is Forsters biographer. I liked B.K. Nehru,Indian ambassador to the United States,describing a respected Congress minister gulping down five glasses of cognac in fifteen minutes with his back turned towards me every time he engaged in the swallowing act.
A self-proclaimed Nehruphile,Natwar Singh would have felt comfortable working with Indira Gandhi. Her letters in this volume attracted me by the quality of writing and the balance of topics. Without neglecting politics,she speaks more often of the arts and gives an indication of her reading habits. What is more,she reveals,despite a certain reserve,part of her self and comes across as courageous,almost stoical. Notice the following letter written on August 3,1981: I feel isolated not because of policies,the correctness of which will be seen in time as it has been before. But while the earth spins on the beauty and with method,the world of men is a hollow one,where words have no meaning and sentiments no feeling,the young have lost wonder,elan and even hope. What can a leaden-eyed civilisation do? Can a flame of idealism or a vision of a better man be protected from all the cynicism,hypocrisy and hatred?
It is said of George Eliot that her words ring with the supreme appeal of a common brotherhood and common sufferings. Dont expect to find these sentiments expressed by the rich,the powerful and the famous. But wish Natwar Singh good luck for letting us have access to a major collection.