Pandit Jawaharlal Nehru was in jail many times during the freedom movement.
In one particular jail, the food was
very bad and one day Panditji complained to the jailor about the large
quantities of stones in the rice.
“What’s food to a freedom fighter?”
asked the warden. “I thought you were here because you loved your land.”
“I am,” replied Panditji, “but not in
order to eat it.”
