Finally all the leaders came
to the decision that Lal Bahadur Shastri was the only person to pilot the nation at such
critical times.
A short man. A lean body. Eyes wide as the wheels of a cart. His clothes were simple,
his voice soft and almost inaudible. But there was always a smile, which overarched his
words. There was not the slightest sign of pride or authority in his bearing. Could he
administer a nation of five hundred million people, doubted some.
Lal Bahadur never praised himself. On the contrary he used to say: "I am an
ordinary man and not a very bright man." He never aspired to power. He never worked
for it.
And yet power and authority came in search of him. Fame set a crown on his head. The
short man grew into a colossus. He showed by his work that, though he was tender like a
flower, he could be hard as diamond, too. He filled the Four Corners of the world with the
fame of India. At a time when the world sang his praises as a hero, an incomparable
patriot-hero and as the architect of peace, and just as he touched the peak of his life,
Lal Bahadur passed away all too suddenly. He came to power unexpectedly, and he left the
world equally suddenly.