India’s All Time Dream Cabinet


                                            
I have picked India’s All Time Dream Cabinet. The condition was that whoever I picked must have had managed that portfolio in their political career. Given below are the luminaries who if by quirk of fate would have got together in one team, then it would be a dream come true. I am sure there will be disagreements with my selection but then it’s a personal choice. I would be interested to know if any reader has a difference of opinion.      

Head of State (President): A P J Abdul Kalam

Vice President: S Radhakrishnan

Head of Government (Prime Minister): Pandit Nehru      

Deputy Prime Minister: Sardar Patel

Home Minister: Indira Gandhi

Defence Minister: R. Venkatraman

Foreign Minister: Salman Khurshid

Finance Minister: Manmohan Singh

Law Minister: Dr. Ambedkar

I & B Minister: Inder Kumar Gujral

Railway Minister: Lal Bahadur Shastri

Education & HRD Minister: A B Vajpayee

Civil Aviation Minister: Madhavrao Scindia

Health & Family Welfare Minister: Rajkumari Amrit Kaur

Agriculture Minister: Sharad Pawar

Parliamentary Affairs Minister: Sushma Swaraj

Telcom and Communication Minister: Shankar Dayal Sharma

Commerce & Industry Minister: Pranab Mukherjee

Labour & Employment Minister: Jagjivan Ram

Tourism Minister: Mufti Muhammad Sayeed

Speaker of Lok Sabha: Neelam Sanjeeva Reddy

Leader of Opposition: Jaiprakash Narain

-          NZ

27.8.2019

BN: 109

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