“Here lies one who spared neither man nor God / Waste not your tears on him, he was a sod / Writing nasty things he regarded as great fun / Thank the Lord he is dead, this son of a gun.”
--- Self-written obituary [Death at my Doorstep, Roli Books]
“What was a four-wheeled Victoria taking well-draped ladies out to eat the Indian air I made a noisy, rumbustious, jet-propelled vehicle of information, controversy and amusement… till the Illustrated did become a weekly habit of the English-reading pseudo-elite of the country.”
--- Khushwant Singh Sir, on the change wrought in his tenure [1969-1978]
“All I hope is that when death comes to me, it comes swiftly, without much pain; like fading away in sound slumber. Till that time I will strive to live as full a life as I did in my younger days. One should prepare oneself to die like a man; no moaning, groaning or crying for reprieve.”
--- Khushwant Singh Sir, in his final epitaph.
Member of Parliament
Chief Whip in the Rajya Sabha and National Spokesperson, Trinamool Congress