I’ve known P Chidambaram longer than most other Indian politicians. Way back in 1989, when I was considering returning to India after Nisha’s death but still not sure of my future plans, Rajiv Gandhi asked Chidambaram to take me to dinner and brief me about the political lie of the land.
At the time, Chidambaram was staying on Aurangzeb Road, which is where I arrived one evening at 8. He took me to the House of Ming at the Taj Mahal Hotel. In those days, it was considered one of the finest restaurants in Delhi. He ordered generously and the