India, Oct. 31 -- I have no memories of the great man. As a two-three year old, I was lucky enough to have seen Sardar Vallabhbhai Patel many times. Including on his last birthday, on October 31, 1950, when my parents took me to his home to greet him and join a two-family photo-op. But all those real 'sightings' as I would like to think of them, have been wiped off my mind's screens. Jawaharlal Nehru, I was lucky enough to have seen oftener. And I have sharp recollections of each one of those occasions. And yet, if I were to close my eyes and try to conjure images of those two men, the Sardar's head and face would come as sharply into my imagining view as that of the Pandit. In fact, rather more so. Weird? Perhaps. But let me ask myself why...