India's Crisis: A Diary
New Delhi, November 8, 1962.
“KRISHNA MENON dismissed,” ran the London headlines as we were leaving England, “India on the move.” That was a week ago. Nehru had made his great, brave confession: “We have been living in a dreamworld. India has been out of touch with reality. . . . Nehru’s face on television: still gentle, but hurt and angry, sad and contemptuous, a Brahmin bewildered at the ways of barbarians. “It may be a turning point in the history of Asia.” Well, we shall see.
At Palam Airport, minor rumors of war. “No photographs, please.” Indian air force jets in the air, on the runway. Newly delivered? Probably not. The round-the-clock U.S. arms airlift flies in to Calcutta (later, we hear Indian editors have been advised not to print photographs: nominally for security reasons, but in fact to keep the Russian Bear docile and non-alignment afloat).
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