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Jawaharlal Nehru was fondly known as Chacha Nehru and was very popular with kids. He was born on November 14 1889 to Swarup Rani and Motilal Nehru. He was the first Prime Minister of Independent India. His birthday is celebrated in India as Children's day.

Jawaharlal Nehru was born in a very wealthy family. Just as birthdays are celebrated by cutting cake and singing happy birthday to you, in those days, birthday's were celebrated by doing a “Tula”. In a huge balance just like the one you see in the hands of the blind folded idol of justice, the birthday boy would sit on one side of the balance or the Tula. On the other side, they filled it up with either grains or new clothes or gold coins depending on how much some one wanted to spend. Once the needle of the balance swung in the center, the grains or the new clothes or the gold coins would be distributed amongst the poor and the needy. Nehru loved the Tula so much that he celebrated his birthday two times in a year.

Indira Gandhi was the daughter of Kamala Nehru and Jawaharlal Nehru and was born on November 19, 1917. She was the first woman Prime Minister of Independent India. When Indira was born, the freedom movement for independent India was going very strong and her parents were very actively involved in India's freedom struggle. Their house in Allahabad was always the hub of freedom fighters. Gandhiji was a frequent visitor and Indira was greatly affected by his thinking. As a child she read a book on Joan of Arc. She liked Joan of Arc so much that she banded some small children like herself and had her own army playing pretend fighting for India's freedom.

Read about Lady Mountbatten's daughter remembering Nehru

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A beautiful Poem on Children by Lebanese American Poet Kahlil Gibran from his collection "The Prophet"

On Children
 Kahlil Gibran

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let our bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.