..And yet wrong steps have to be taken sometimes lest some worse peril befall us; that is the great paradox of politics, and no man can say with sure… - Jawaharlal Nehru

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..And yet wrong
steps have to be taken sometimes lest some worse peril befall
us; that is the great paradox of politics, and no man can say
with surety whether present wrong-doing is better and safer in
the end than the possibility of that imagined peril.

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About Jawaharlal Nehru

Jawaharlal Nehru (14 November 1889 – 27 May 1964) was a central figure in India during the middle-third of the 20th-century. He was a principal leader of the Indian independence movement in the 1930s and 1940s. Upon India's independence in 1947, Nehru served as the country's prime minister for 17 years.

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Native Name: जवाहरलाल नेहरू
Alternative Names: Panditji Nehru Chacha Nehru Pandit Nehru Jawaharlal Motilal Nehru
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