Had a side to him that transcended politics
the ceaseless — and often sterile — burden of managing a coalition and running a government.
Above all, Atal ji was a people’s man. I have not met any public personality in my life who was such an eloquent speaker and so genuinely able to establish a rapport with the audience. When I was posted to Cyprus as high commissioner, I went to say goodbye to him. As I was leaving, he simply said: “Aap chaliye, main aata hoon.” I laughed, as did he, and I never thought anymore about the comment, until a few months after I reached that beautiful island, I was informed that the Prime Minister would be coming on an official visit to Cyprus! I knew from official records that such a visit was not on the anvil. The simple truth was that, whenever the Prime Minister goes for the United Nations General Assembly session in New York every year in September-october, his plane needs to land somewhere en route to refuel. That halt, if the PM so desires, gets converted into a short official visit to the country where the halt is made. That year, Atal ji said: “Cyprus mein kyun na ruk jaayein.”
For me, his coming to Cyprus was a matter of deep personal happiness. On the day he came, I arranged for him to address a crowd of around 2,000 young Indian IT professionals who were working in the many offshore international firms in Cyprus. Just before the function, he asked me: “Kya mujhe kuch bolna bhi padega?” I told him that that was precisely what the huge crowd was looking forward to. He was a little tired after the journey. By Indian time, it was past 10pm when the function began. But, as we came to the venue and he saw the hugely appreciative crowd, he visibly perked up. Speaking, as usual, extempore, he addressed an absolutely spellbound audience for close to an hour.
He stayed in Cyprus for two days, and apart from all the official paraphernalia of the visit, we had — for he loved good food — some wonderful meals together. It was a great privilege to talk with him and understand his mind. There was not a whiff of bigotry in his thinking. His spirit was eclectic, his patriotism transparent, and his worldview suffused with a rare idealism. But, in all of this, there was always that irrepressible humour. Once his foster daughter, Namita, told me that Baap ji — as Atal ji was fondly called — told her that it would be nice if I could write some of his written speeches. “But, perhaps, Pavan ji is annoyed with my party,” Atal ji said. “Please tell him,” he quickly quipped, “I am not happy with my party either!”
Atalji was the great synthesiser. He could win over even his most trenchant critic, not by Machiavellian manipulation, but by his effortlessly disarming and inclusive personality. It was because of his insistence that I became the first foreign service officer to be appointed director of The Nehru Centre in London. Even today, one of my most treasured possessions is a signed copy of ’21 Poems’, where — with his usual humility and grace — he wrote in his own hand: “Pavan has translated my poems and made them more meaningful.”