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   I had to go to Banglore for some work... (June 26, 1990)

I had to go to Banglore for some work and the wife told me: "Be sure to visit Mr. Devi Lal at the Institute of Naturopathy and Yogic Sciences and take some flowers with you. The poor man is not well."

"What poor man what not well!" I said. "You think he is lying in that hospital because he is not well or what! He is sitting there politicking."

"You will not have a kind word about a sick man also. The poor man may be dying and you can only think of him politicking," the wife said. "If he wanted to do that, he would have sat in his house in Delhi with Mr. Chandra Shekhar and not admitted in a hospital in Banglore."

"You are an innocent, you know nothing about politicians," I said. "Remember that time when they all used to sit in Bombay at the Jaslok Hospital and pretend they were ill, when actually they were forming cabinets. Now they are doing the same thing at this hospital in Bangalore.

"You are saying that because you don't want to visit him," the wife said. "What is there if you spend a few minutes with him. Take some fruits with you, avocadis. I understand they have a lot of avocados in Bangalore, cheap."

"What avocados!" I said. "Basically he I saw farmer from Haryana. Milk and lassi is what have. And sometime bhang."

"You don't have to be nasty," the wife said. "All I am asking you to do is drop in for a few minutes and tell him we hope he will recover soon to look after the affairs of the country. And make sure you go during visiting hours and not unnecessarily disturb him."

"He is not going to be disturbed, he has a stream of visitors all through the day. And people like Mr. Gundu Rao would be visitinghim to tell him to get well soon. They are all planning the downfall Mr. V.P. Singh. And that poor man is too decent to get himself admitted to a hospital."

"Why drag Mr. V.P. Singh into this," the wife said. "All you are doing is visiting a sick man in a hospital, you don't have to drag the whole world into that. And take a dozen roses with you."

"Anything else?" I asked.

"Yes," said the wife, "don't discuss politics. You will unnecessarily disturb him and delay his recovery."

 
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