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‪#‎Nehru‬

I theoretically keep a distance from that mass of people, who attempt or spread their perception about ‪#‎Nehru‬ based on some media articles or photographs. Nehru can't be understood just on the basis of a photograph where he got clicked beside a hoarding " YAHAN PHOTO KHEENCHNA MANA HAI ". Neither should he be understood on the basis of that cigarette he is smoking in one of the viral photograph.
If you have not been the part of 1950s, you need to read 1950s. The social and economic structure of 1950s are the best judge of Nehru and Nehruvian Leftism. Existence of an ideology is backed by requirements of society. Nehru existed because his existence was required.
Children's day is over, and so is all those Nehru related posts, yet this idea should find place in your mind that Nehru deserves respect for what he did over and above whatever he couldn't .

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