Vikram Mehta: Why Jagat Mehta would have seen Xi in the Mao, not Deng

NB: This is a very interesting article, not only for its inherent merit, but for me personally, as Jagat S Mehta was a close friend of my parents and I have been friends with his children since childhood. Mr Mehta was the first speaker at my father's memorial service in May 2007 - they were fellow-students at Government College Allahabad in the late 1930's. I have mentioned this in this post. Of direct, if frivolous, relevance to this article are the comments my parents would make upon reading the news of India's Charge-affaire's walking out of yet another official luncheon in Peking. (The author mentions this below). "Poor old Jagat is having a thin time of it", mother would say, "no lunch yet again!". Mr Mehta was a brilliant and accomplished diplomat and a warm and sensitive human being. And how could I fail to mention his wife, the celebrated writer Rama Mehta. 

I enjoyed reading this. Thanks to Vikram for writing it. DS

I am no China expert. And I certainly cannot add to the wisdom already expressed in these pages on the current Sino-India border crisis. But I have had, in a very narrow sense, a ringside view of this conundrum. It has been a staple of our family’s dinner table conversations for decades. So driven by the reflection that the past can offer some, albeit imperfect, guideposts for the future and “one should read nothing but biography for that is history without theory”, I would like to share a few personal vignettes.

My father, Jagat Singh Mehta was a diplomat and to the extent, our foreign service acknowledges specialisation, he was considered a Sinologist. Directly or indirectly, he was engaged with China for most of his working life. Directly, he was part of the Indian delegation in 1960 that sat across the table from their Chinese counterparts for six continuous months to gather and compile historical data in support of the border claims of the respective governments. The Indian report, which ran into 600 pages, was presented to Parliament in 1961. Clearly these discussions did not have the impact everyone had hoped for as the two countries went to war in October 1962. 
Almost immediately thereafter, in 1963, my father was posted to the Indian mission in Peking. I remember we lived in a large ugly block of a house. There must have been at least 25 rooms in the house, but we were advised to limit our family conversation to only three rooms. The rest of the house was reportedly bugged. We had eight Chinese “domestics” - they were all spies and made no pretence of being anything but that. Our movement was restricted and we were followed everywhere. It was exciting for us “kids” to live amongst spooks and in the knowledge that perhaps much of what we said was being recorded by someone in the recesses of the Chinese government.... read more:

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