Mahatma Gandhi was a pervert

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1 hour ago, proactive said:

 

 

Interesting book     theres another 1 called gandhi naked ambitions which looks into his messed up perverted side and his experiments. 

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Dnt understand why hes so big in the west and seen as a hero   we even had to learn about him in school      they've put him in the same league as Martin Luther king. 

And his role in indias independence is soo overrated and exaggerated 

Hes really hyped up 

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15 hours ago, puzzled said:

Dnt understand why hes so big in the west and seen as a hero   we even had to learn about him in school      they've put him in the same league as Martin Luther king. 

And his role in indias independence is soo overrated and exaggerated 

Hes really hyped up 

all the big three of INC are english educated lawyers and stooges. The actual revolutionaries were the people who did time, hung , lost their homes through sedition laws ... neither of the three lost anything , even the prison time was privileged for gandhi with his own personal goat for milk when we know how others were treated . They were clearly controlled opposition

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5 minutes ago, jkvlondon said:

all the big three of INC are english educated lawyers and stooges. The actual revolutionaries were the people who did time, hung , lost their homes through sedition laws ... neither of the three lost anything , even the prison time was privileged for gandhi with his own personal goat for milk when we know how others were treated . They were clearly controlled opposition

Its people who gave their lives for the freedom of the country that are the real heroes not the goat banging mahatma 

In africa they are knocking his statues down!  Gd for them. 

 

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Happy Independence day!        Lord Mountbatten, his wife Lady Edwina Mountbatten and Nehru. Mr and Mrs Mountbatten had a open relationship and were free to bed whoever they wanted to. 

Enduring love affair with Indian Prime Minister

After the court case Edwina moved on to Colonel Harold ‘Bunny Phillips’ of the Coldstream Guard who she met on a cruise - after allegedly bedding his older brother Ted.

He was 6ft 5in and “thrillingly handsome” according to Pamela, who was nine when they met.

“He would stay with us for long periods of time and, to us children, he was part of everyday life.”

In 1947, Lord Mountbatten was appointed Viceroy of India and charged with overseeing the country’s transition to India and the couple moved to Delhi.

There, Edwina was to find her most enduring love affair - with Indian Prime minister Jawaharlal Nehru who, at 58, was ten years her senior.

Pamela later said her father condoned the relationship, called them a “happy threesome.”

As Mountbatten himself wrote to his daughter Patricia, “She and Jawaharlal (Nehru) are so sweet together, they really dote on each other.”

Some believe the couple also indulged in threesomes, as Dickie tried to rekindle the spark with Edwina.

When the Mountbattens left India, in 1948, Edwina would return to visit yearly and Nehru would make an annual trip to London whenever she was there.

In between, they wrote long love letters to each other.

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Edwina, pictured with Nehru, who wrote her long love letters

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Lord Mountbatten in India, in 1948

'A perversion for young boys' and gay brothel

As Edwina became increasingly close to Nehru, new rumours were beginning to circulate about Lord Mountbatten.

The FBI had interviewed several people who claimed the naval commander was bisexual, with one claiming he had a fetish for “young boys”.

The first FBI files date back to February 1944, soon after Mountbatten had become supreme allied commander of southeast Asia.

It reads: "Lord Louis Mountbatten and his wife are considered persons of extremely low morals.

It also said there were claims that "Lord Louis Mountbatten was known to be a homosexual with a perversion for young boys."

Homosexual acts were banned in the UK until 1967, and many memos about Mountbatten's sexuality have been edited or destroyed since.

But in the new book – The Mountbattens: Their Lives and Loves - Anthony Daly, a rent boy to the rich and famous during the 1970s, claims Dickie’s friend Tom Driberg, told him, that “Mountbatten had something of a fetish for uniforms — handsome young men in military uniforms (with high boots) and beautiful boys in school uniform.”

Ron Perks, Mountbatten’s driver in Malta in 1948, also told author Lownie he often took him to the Red House near Rabat, which “was an upmarket gay brothel used by senior naval officers”.

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Lord Mountbatten was Prince Charles' mentor

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The Mountbattens on a picnic in Malta with Prince Charles and Princess Anne in 1954Credit: Getty - Contributor

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Lord Mountbatten with the Queen in 1965

 

Edwina died in 1960, at the age of 58, from unknown causes - with a pile of Nehru's letters by her bed - and Pamela said Dickie remained loyal to the end.

“To her dying day, he was always worrying that Mummy would divorce him,” she wrote. “But although she said she had no time for royalty and that she was a true socialist, Mummy would never have left him.

“Try keeping her away from a party at Buckingham Palace.”

Lord Mountbatten was assassinated in an IRA bomb attack in 1979 in Ireland , that also killed his his 14-year-old grandson Nicholas, Patricia’s mother-in-law Lady Bradbourne and a 15-year-old crew member, Paul Maxwell.

In 1922, a naval officer called Louis Mountbatten proposed to a fabulously wealthy woman called Edwina Ashley in Delhi. Both in their early 20s, they had known each other only a few months, but were determined to spend their lives together. The day after Edwina accepted, her fiancé diarized how they had “motored out to King Humayun’s enormous tomb, which we saw at 3am by moonlight". It was all “wonderful and romantic", and, a month later, they made another trip to the 16th century mausoleum. This time, however, the bride-to-be was less impressed. “Edwina having just…seen the Taj Mahal," wrote Mountbatten, “was full of scorn for this poor little tomb."

In some respects, the incident is reflective of the heady but also inconsistent marriage that lay ahead, a subject explored delectably in The Mountbattens: Their Lives And Loves by Andrew Lownie. The book’s subtitle is telling. On the one hand, husband and wife represented vastly different temperaments and characters: Mountbatten was Queen Victoria’s great grandson, and while he held a title, his purse was tiny. Edwina was the granddaughter of a Jewish banker, who left her such an enormous inheritance that she received in a month ten times what her husband earned in a year. He was methodical and exact to the point of being difficult—his guests were taught precise ways to consume even strawberries—while she was all zest and spontaneity.

It didn’t take too long, then, for strains in the marriage to emerge. In public, Mountbatten constructed an attractive personality and a reputation for leadership, but, in private, Dickie (as he was called) knew this came more naturally to his glamorous wife, in whose eyes he was a bore. While he sailed off to build his career, revelling in uniforms and pageantry, Edwina became something of a “poor little rich girl" who partied her time away even as she sought something resembling purpose. In 1925, Mountbatten first learnt about her lovers, and over the next decades there would be many more. More than once, a disgruntled wife took Edwina to court for her dealings with married men, even as society was scandalized by her affair with Leslie Hutchinson, a musician who also happened to be black.

But as we learn from Lownie, Mountbatten learnt to look at marriage unsentimentally. By 1929, it was decided that Edwina was free to engage in her romances so long as it was done quietly, and in 1932 he himself took a mistress. “Your girl is sweet and I like her," wrote Edwina to her husband, before taking the “girl" out to lunch. Both had transcontinental relationships: Lady Mountbatten was at one time seeing one of her husband’s staff, while he, supervising British naval activities in South-East Asia, took up with another employee. Once again, India played a role. “It was a true godsend when I found you in Delhi," wrote Mountbatten to his girlfriend in 1943. Indeed, much of Lownie’s biography could have risked being deemed gossip, were it not for the fact that the Mountbattens left mountains of paper cataloguing their romantic conquests.

World War II was instrumental in defining the careers of both Mountbatten and Edwina. She threw herself into volunteer work, finally acquiring fulfilment, while his naval successes established him as a senior figure in the empire—of course, choreographed stunts, an astute handling of the press, and the brandishing of royal connections eased the way. In 1945, when Edwina stayed with the viceroy in Delhi, she found his residence unlivable: “immense with endless marble floored corridors and rooms so huge one is exhausted walking to one’s bath…. Not my cup of tea at all." As it happened, in two years she would return to this very house, while her husband—now appointed viceroy himself—negotiated with the Congress and the Muslim League to determine the fate of the subcontinent.

It was a turbulent time in the Mountbattens’ marriage too. The viceroy was drowning in work (though he still found time to sunbathe naked in Kashmir) while his wife confronted a difficult menopause. He had little time for her, while she began to feel again a sense of inadequacy. It was at this juncture that Edwina met Jawaharlal Nehru—a section of Lownie’s book that will arouse special interest in India. That they got along is known, but exactly how well may startle many. After saying goodbye one time, for instance, Edwina wrote to Nehru: “I hated seeing you drive away this morning…you have left me with a strange sense of peace…. Perhaps I have brought you the same?" “Life is a dreary business," wrote back India’s future prime minister, “and when a bright patch comes it rather takes one’s breath away."

They thought of their connection as a very spiritual one, and Lownie argues that Edwina finally found in Nehru what her husband seemed to lack. She certainly stated as much: “You have brought me," she wrote, “all I was yearning for."

Mountbatten—who in any case had never had much control over whom his wife saw—accepted the bond. Indeed, when Edwina objected to his lavishing attention on a long-term mistress, he argued: “Just as you wept with disappointment when...I was going to be home the first evening that you and Jawahar were going to be together, I sometimes also feel I’d like to be alone with Yola." When Edwina died suddenly, aged 59, she was found in bed, Lownie states, with some of Nehru’s letters.

The marriage of the Mountbattens came with countless ups and downs. But in a time when men generally dominated their wives, Edwina’s fierce autonomy and Mountbatten’s willingness to accept her for who she was made this a union of mutual interest. They complemented one another, and she aided his career materially. And for all their loves and very different lives, their letters show that they still quite admired one another. As Edwina once wrote, “I suppose my affairs with Hugh and Laddie were what you would call serious, but as they never in any way altered my affection and respect for you, I don’t myself think of them as such." There were merely people who came and went—Dickie alone was forever.

 

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Indira Gandhi the s1ut she had an affair with her fathers secretary while married to her husband. The secretary released a book about his life but the chapter where he spoke about the affair was removed from the book on release. The 12 year affair ended when he caught her in bed with her yoga teacher/baba. 

Indira Gandhi to Nehru's Secretary Mathai, “I never knew what real sex was until I had you”

SPEED NEWS DESK| Updated on: 17 November 2018, 13:24 IST

 

Indira Gandhi, the first female Prime Minister of India, had been an epoch-making part of the Indian history, who reigned the nation exceptionally. Unlike her booming career, Indira's personal life was hit by several rocks and landed her in a controversial space unnumbered times.

Jawaharlal Nehru's personal secretary M.O. Mathai in his 1978 book 'Reminiscences of the Nehru Age' spilled the beans and disclosed many secrets of the Nehru family. A special chapter in the book named as 'She' based on his relationship with Indira Gandhi was omitted as it sparked controversy.

 

 

Mathai, who penned the chapter verbosely, uncovered the sexual relations and his 12-year-long bond with Indira. Mathai had such a romantic affair with Indira Gandhi that it created distress in Indira Gandhi’s home. It is known fact that Nehru too didn’t like Feroze Gandhi (Indira Gandhi's husband). Mathai says that he even made her pregnant once. But she had an abortion.

Excerpts from his book – Indira to Mathai, “I want to sleep with you, take me to the wilds tomorrow evening.” Mathai replied that he didn’t have any experience with a woman before. So she gave him two books, one was of Dr Abraham Stone about sex and female anatomy.

Indira's relationship with husband Feroze Gandhi brought hiccups in her personal as well as political life. Feroze’s friend, Nikhil Chakravartty, believed that Feroze was “loose with women”, “had a girlfriend in England even when he visited Indira every weekend, had many affairs and could not resist relationships, which Indira knew about”.

Mathai described Indira as a woman who was not promiscuous; neither she desired sex too frequently. “But in the sex act Indira had all the artfulness of French women and Kerala Nair women combined.”

“Once early in our life of love, she told me, 'I never knew what real sex was until I had you'. At the height of her passion in bed, she would hold me tight and say 'Oh Bhupat, I love you',” Mathai wrote in his autobiography. “She loved to give and receive nicknames. She gave me the name of Bhupat the dacoit, and I promptly gave her the name of Putli, the decoitess,” added Mathai.

Indira’s unverified, but most talked about, romantic liaison with Nehru’s secretary Mathai also ended on a low.

Though he had a very good sexual relation with Indira Gandhi, he eventually distanced himself from her. One day when Mathai came to meet Indira Gandhi, he saw her with Dhirendra Brahmachari (her yoga teaher), a tall man who laid with Indira Gandhi. When Mathai saw Indira with him, he said her that “I had something to tell you; but I shall say it later”. This was the end of his relationship with Indira Gandhi.

 

 

 

At the end of the chapter, Mathai wrote "I had fallen deeply in love with her."

Credit: Reminiscences of the Nehru Age

Disclaimer: The information was taken from the excerpts from the autobiography of M.O. Mathai. The Catchnews.com doesn’t endorse or reject any views of the autobiography and is no way responsible for any misinformation in the autobiography.

 

Here's the chapter that was deleted from the book. 

She has Cleopatra’s nose, Pauline Bonaparte’s eyes and the breasts of Venus. She has hair on her limbs which have to be shaven frequently. Physically and mentally she is more of a male than a female. I would call her a manly woman.I met her first in her ancestral home in the winter of 1945. She then had a baby son of crawling age and who was a cry baby. My first reaction was that she was a conceited girl with unhappiness written all over her face. Her second son, born in December, 1946, was an unwanted child. As a baby he had to be circumcised to remove a defect. By 1947 her cup of unhappiness was full and fortune took possession of her face.In the autumn of 1946 her father gave her a small Austin car. She wanted me to teach her driving. In the initial stages I used to take her to the Viceroy’s bodyguard’s Polo Ground for lessons. She was quick in learning. Then I stopped the driving lessons because she was getting into the advanced stage of pregnancy. I told her I didn’t want her to take any risk going into the open roads learning driving. Her second son was born in the middle of December 1946. By the middle of February 1947 she was ready to resume driving lessons. We went into the roads and to Connaught Circus. Then I told her “you just imagine that you know everything, concentrate, consider the person driving a car from the opposite direction is a fool, and go along with confidence driving the car, take a round of Connaught Circus and come back”. She did that and returned in triumph. The driving lessons ended there.Before the middle of 1947 she asked me to take her out to a cinema. From then on we used to go out for pictures as often as I was free – which was not frequent.

She looked forward to taking me out driving over the Ridge with the jungle on either side. She hated small cars. So we used to go in my car which was a Plymouth. She liked to go into the wilds where there were ruins. Drives to regions beyond Qutab Minar were favored. One day, during an aimless drive, she told me complainingly “You do not love me”. I said “I do not know; I had not thought about it”. By the autumn of 1947 I knew she had fallen headlong in love with me without my taking any initiative in the matter. Her face would light up on seeing me. She started talking to me about herself. She said that some time after her marriage, she discovered that her husband was not faithful to her. This came to her as a great shock because she married him in the teeth of opposition from every member of the family. She said she began to lose her saris, coats, blouses, shoes and handbags. She suspected the servants until she discovered some of her lost things on the persons of two women at a party. These women were known to be friendly with her husband. She also found out to which women her husband had given the books stolen from her book-shelves.She made it known rather discreetly what her intentions were about me. I told her I had two inhibitions: (1) I did not like to fool around with married women; (2) my loyalty to her father prohibited anything such as she had in mind. She was immediately forthcoming about No.1. She assured me that some time ago she had stopped having anything to do with her husband. She added: “I can no longer bear the thought of his touching me”. She further confided in me “fortunately he has also gone impotent though he retained his attraction to women”. About No. 2 she was angry with me and asked “What has my father got to do with it? Am I a minor?”

Since then she spent as much time with me as possible and ridiculed me for my attitude to her father in so far as she was concerned. But I continued to resist gently. I was not mentally prepared or reconciled as yet.On the 18th November 1947 she took me to her room and kissed me full on the lips and told me “I want to sleep with you; take me to the wilds tomorrow evening”. I told her that I had very little experience with women. She said “all the better”. So on the 19th, which was her birthday, we went driving out and chose a place in the wilderness. On our way back I told her that I had some revulsion about milk in her breasts (though she had stopped breast-feeding the child a while ago). Afterward, she did something about it and soon went completely dry. She discovered that I knew little about sex, and gave me two books, one of them by Dr. Abraham Stone about sex and female anatomy. I read them with profit.She was not promiscuous; neither did she need sex too frequently. But in the sex act she had all the artfulness of French women and Kerala Nair women combined. She loved prolonged kissing and being kissed in the same fashion. She had established a reputation of being cold and forbidding. She was nothing of the kind. It was only a pose as a feminine measure of self-protection. She was a passionate woman who was exceptionally good as a wriggler in bed. During the twelve years we were lovers, I was never satisfied with her.Progressively she became hostile to the fat female family friend who used to come to stay. Ever since she saw the family friend welcoming me on arrival with a hug and an innocent kiss on my cheek, she became jealous and livid with rage against the family friend. Occasionally the family friend used to ask me to take her and my “she” to a good cinema whenever there was one in town. My “she” could cleverly see to it that I did not sit near the family friend but only next to her as third in the row.

The day before the next time the family friend was expected to arrive “she” asked me to take her out into the wilds after sundown. In the car I asked her ‘what is the big idea? I have some urgent work to do’. She replied ‘as long as the fat one is here, I will keep away from you because I do not want you to touch me after she has touched you.’ I assured her that I had absolutely no interest in the fat one. Eventually, ‘she’ got used to the fat one’s friendly welcome and departure gestures to me.She tried hard to persuade me to occasionally go up to her room while her husband was there, sit down and talk to them both. I told her that I had no intention of practicing deception. So she used to bring him to my study occasionally.She used all kinds of devices to ensure that her children spent as little time with their father as possible. She told me that she did not want any influence of their father on them because she was convinced that his influence would be bad for them. She concluded by saying: “I do not want my children to grow up as champion liars.” This was one of the reasons why her husband was shifted to a separate room.Once I mentioned to her something which her husband had told me. She said: “Don’t believe a word of what he says. I have learnt it to my bitter cost”.

She wrote to A.C.N. Nambiar, whom she had known personally for a long time and who was also a friend of her father and mother, asking for his opinion about divorcing her husband. She knew that Nambiar was a dear friend of mine. Nambiar replied to her to say that under certain circumstances it was preferable to have a clear break to living in make-believe. I did not encourage her in this matter, mostly for the sake of her father.One day, she told me that she could not bear the thought of being married to a Hindu. I told her “It is a compliment to the galaxy of great men Hinduism has produced through the ages”.I never encouraged her to come to my bedroom. On one occasion she came. It was past midnight. I was fast asleep, having worked till midnight; she lay down beside me and gently woke me up by a kiss. I asked her “What is the matter?” She said: “I had to come”. I did not know if she had been troubled in mind. I told her: “Let us lie here quietly and do nothing unless you want to”. She said: “On this occasion, I only want to be with you”. She lay there relaxed till about 4 in the morning, and gently tip-toed to her room upstairs. Before going away she told me: “I never told you that once I thought of committing suicide. Such thoughts do not come to me any more. You have given me back my happiness.”

Once, early in our life of love, she told me, “I never knew what real sex was until I had you”. At the height of her passion in bed, she would hold me tight and say “Oh, Bhupat, I love you”. She loved to give and receive nick-names. She gave me the name of Bhupat the dacoit, and I promptly gave her the name of Putli, the dacoitess. In private we used to call each other by these names. About her protestations of love in her romantic excitement, I quoted to her once two passages from Byron’s Don Juan:”Man’s love is a man’s life, a thing apart,It is a woman’s whole existence.In her first passion woman loves her lover;In all others all she loves is love”.She replied, “all right, I want you to tell me as often as possible, not in bed, that you love me”. I tried my best to oblige her. In fact, there was no difficulty, for I had fallen deeply in love with her.One evening, I found her disturbed. When she saw me, she burst into tears. I asked her what had happened. She said that when she came from her dressing room to drink her usual glass of milk, she discovered that there was finely powdered glass in it. The powder was floating on the thick cream. At the first sip she immediately sensed it in her mouth and spat it out. She said that from her dressing room she heard her husband sneaking into her bedroom and making an exit. She controlled herself, put her arms round me and holding me tight, said: “Oh, Mackie, I love you; I am so glad you came up.”

In the Constellation plans on our first visit abroad together, she was all excitement when we were in sight of Mont Blanc. She said softly to me, “I like the Queen Bee, I would like to make love high up in the air”. I asked her:”Didn’t you ever dream of soaring higher up like an eagle and surveying the world? I woke up from such a dream once and found myself on the floor, for I had fallen from the bed without breaking any bones”. She knew I was pulling her leg. On reaching London, she found out the first free meal-time for her, and arranged for me to take her to a quiet restaurant. On reaching the restaurant, I asked her to order the food; I said I would have the same as hers with the addition of six large raw oysters on ice with appropriate sauce to begin with. She said she too would have it. The main dish she ordered was veal. She said “Ever since I arrived here, I have been dying to eat veal”. I asked her if ever she had read Vatsayana’s Kama Sutra. She said, “No, why?” I told her Vatsayana had prescribed veal for young couple for six months before marriage. She had not even read the Ramayana or the Mahabaharata. Her knowledge of the Ramayana was only what her grandmother had told her. In many ways, she was a denationalized person.

She did not like artificial birth-control aids. Once in the early fifties she got pregnant by me. She decided to have an abortion done. She went to the British High Commission doctor whom she knew personally; but he refused to help. So she went to her ancestral home and got in touch with a lady doctor whom she knew personally and in whom she had perfect confidence. On this trip she took her second son with her. After a fortnight the mother and the little son returned with the good news that the boy was cured of his defect in speech in the natural process. Earlier he could not pronounce “R”, and the mother was worried about it; she was in frantic search for a speech-correction expert. On the day of her return, she told me that the whole thing came out without any medication or aid.Was the father aware of her attachment to me? The answer is in the affirmative. Every time he had to go out for dinner, he knew where to find her. Fifteen minutes before the time of departure, she would come fully decked up and sit in front of me in my study. At the stroke of the appointed time the father would pass my study and call her out.

In the winter of 1958 I happened to see something by sheer chance. Immediately after lunch, I went to convey some urgent information to her. She had already closed the door. I knocked; after about five minutes she half-opened the door and peeped out. I discovered that the curtains were drawn and a tall, youngish handsome, bearded man – a Brahmacahri – was in the room. I came away saying “I had something to tell you; but I shall say it later”. That was the end of our relationship. She tried to make me believe several times that the scene I witnessed meant nothing more than some “yoga” and “spiritual” lessons. I gave her the definite impression that I was not interested in her explanations. Gradually she grew bitter against me. In fact, ultimately she became my deadly enemy – which constantly reminded me of the famous couplet of William Congrave:”Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned; nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.”Within a fortnight of the incident I collected all her passionate letters and returned them to her. A year later I came across some more in my old papers. They were also returned to her.There is an erroneous belief among some that she and her husband came together during the last two years of the husband’s life. Enough had happened in their lives that a reunion of hearts was not humanly possible. It is true that she was kind and considerate to him during his illness. Certain things were done during this period and more specially at the cremation and collection of the ashes of the husband and well advertised to give certain desired impressions. They were all for public consumption, for, by that time, she had emerged as a full-fledged political animal.

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I was attracted towards the magnificent body of Dhirendra Brahmachari: Indira Gandhi

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August 12, 2017

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I was attracted towards the magnificent body of Dhirendra Brahmachari: Indira Gandhi

 

Nishika Ram

“I woke up early in the morning to learn yoga from an excellent looking Yogi who had magnificent body that attracted everyone”. This was mentioned in a letter by Indira Gandhi to Dorothy Norman, a renowned American Photographer.

Katherine Frank said that “Brahmachari was the only man to see Indira alone in her room while giving her yoga instruction and he was the only male with whom she could have had a relationship during this period.”

“Dhirendra Brahmachari was a tall, handsome Bihari who had an hour with Indira behind closed doors every morning. Yoga lessons may have ended up with lessons from the Kamasutra”. This was said by Kushwant Singh who was very close to Nehru family and the above information who had even revealed Nehru’s relationship with Anandi Mata.

Dhirendra Brahmachari: A Yoga Guru

Dhirendra Brahmachari, who was a well known Yoga Guru, was born in Bihar. He was very much inspired by Bhagavad Gita at a young age and left his home at the age of thirteen years and went to Varanasi where he learnt yoga under the guidance of Maharshi Kartikeya.

In the early 1960, he got an invitation from Mr. Nehru to teach yoga to his daughter Indira Gandhi. And from hear onwards, the drama started. Various shocking statements emerged, not from Indira’s enemies but from her close buddies. Yes, Dhirendra Brahmachari was allegedly believed to have sexual relationship with Indira Gandhi.

The relationship between Indira Gandhi and the yoga guru grew to another level after the death of Sanjay Gandhi. The widow, Maneka Gandhi was thrown out of Prime Ministerial residence and it was allegedly done on the stubbornness of Sonia Gandhi. When Indira Gandhi broke after this, she was escorted to her room by Dhirendra Brahmachari, says Kushwant Singh.

Did Dhirendra Brahmachari’s physical beauty captivate Indira Gandhi?

As time passed, Brahmachari’s proximity to Indira and his penchant for influence-peddling earned him the sobriquet of “Indian Rasputin”.  Indira Gandhi herself had revealed several times that she was impressed by the physical appearance of Dhirendra Brahmachari. But to what extent is the question which has not been clearly answered.

The grant given to Dhirendra Brahmachari’s yoga centre in Delhi was stopped by Dr Shrimali. Shrimali had stopped it as Swamiji didn’t submit the audit report of the previous year. But Indira didn’t like this and insisted Nehru to look at this.

“Should I throw him (Shrimali) out of the window? Why can’t this man (Brahmachari) submit an audit report?” These were the words of Nehru who got irritated by the frequent lobbying of Indira Gandhi.

Even M.O Mathai had mentioned in his book that he stopped his relationship with Indira Gandhi after he saw her with Dhirendra Brahmachari.

‘They looked at me very closely. I almost peed in my pants’

These were the words of the present day business tycoon of India Mr Subhash Chandra. Brahmachari had decision to export rice through his own company. So Subhash had given two crores of advance but Brahmachari denied to return his advance for the year’s export order. Mr Subhash said this to Vijay Dhar; Dhar sent him to Rajiv Gandhi. But later on Subhash realised that he had  put himself in deep trouble.

“You are powerful people and in such a conflict between big personalities, a person of my stature will get crushed as if I never existed. If you can help me get my money back I would be grateful. But if you can’t, that too is fine. I will assume that this was not in my destiny.” This is what Subhash Chandra said to Rajiv Gandhi.

Rajiv Gandhi organised a meeting with Indira Gandhi few days later. Subhash said his family that I might not return at all that night. This indicated his fear.

Subhash Chandra, then a 32 year old trader was summoned inside the room around 11.15pm. Sitting in the room were Indira Gandhi, Rajiv and Dhirendra Brahmachari. This was 1982. Rajiv was not in the government but was general secretary of the ruling Congress party. After few questions, he was allowed to leave the room.

So, this itself says that he was much more than a yoga Guru but later on, Brahmachari saw a downfall in his career.

Can a Yoga guru have power to remove a Union Minister from his portfolio?

Once, Dhirendra Brahmachari had requested to grant extra land for his ashram but I K Gujaral who the then minister of state for works & housing said that it is not possible as the rules don’t permit it. But Brahmachari said “Either you give me the land or you will be out of the ministry tomorrow.” Surprisingly, I K Gujaral’s portfolio was changed immediately. Was this a result of his close relationship with Indira Gandhi?

 

 

 

 

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And she wasn't promiscuous by Mathai reckoning ? 2 affairs behind father's back , 3 affairs behind husband's back with a secondary level affair with bhramachari ( who is now the priest who advises RSS and 3HO upper structure) whilst cheating on hubby with father's secretary.

 

 

 

 

 

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48 minutes ago, jkvlondon said:

And she wasn't promiscuous by Mathai reckoning ? 2 affairs behind father's back , 3 affairs behind husband's back with a secondary level affair with bhramachari ( who is now the priest who advises RSS and 3HO upper structure) whilst cheating on hubby with father's secretary.

 

 

 

 

 

LOL yeah that confused me too, but by these dirty politicians standards promiscuous probably means loosing count!

She had an affair with her White German teacher and got expelled, affair with her fathers secretary and affair with her yoga instructor and many more!  Mother India!   

This Yoga Baba apparently had quite an influence over her after her son Sanjay died, he was like the Rasputin of India/Congress. 

[jkvlondon]

4 minutes ago, puzzled said:

LOL yeah that confused me too, but by these dirty politicians standards promiscuous probably means loosing count!

She had an affair with her White German teacher and got expelled, affair with her fathers secretary and affair with her yoga instructor and many more!  Mother India!   

This Yoga Baba apparently had quite an influence over her after her son Sanjay died, he was like the Rasputin of India/Congress. 

interesting how RSS are so anti congress and Indira and yet rely on her lover for advice and poojas etc ?