On the eve of Independence, Nehru had declared India’s ‘Tryst with Destiny’ as redeemed. However, thanks mainly to shenanigans and the venality of its political and bureaucratic class, the hope held out by that ‘Destiny’ has turned into unqualified despair by now. And, it is as good as cast in stone that before it got opportunity to celebrate the centenary of its Independence, India would be busy redeeming its tryst with the forces of Doom. The rest of the world too can’t escape being caught up in the death throes of so huge a nation and suffer tremendously. Hopeless is said to be the lot of the peoples that await a Savior to rescue them from the consequences of actions that may or may not belong to them. System – and not person – is what they should place their collective faith in. As for the Indians, they were given a system, alright. But, tragically, the same not only failed to deliver them of their ills, old and new, but has also corrupted itself almost irredeemably. So, a person – call him Savior, ‘man-Friday’, or just a national ‘Chotu’ – it has to be, as far as they are concerned. Present book is an attempt to find out whether the legatees of the venerable land have got so lucky as to have produced a leader who they could all place their collective faith in to enable him to extricate them from the mess they have been stuck in, and save their future for them.