Haksar, a man capable of laying on copious amounts of charm, was conspicuously nasty and aloof on this occasion.

McNamara was quite clear to us that he thought we Indians wouldn’t be able to solve our food problem and was very critical of the target of 125 million tonnes of grain in 1978-9. He went with the finance ministry, which had officially contradicted the Planning Commission and said that output would be lower. McNamara demanded facts. As a young econometrician, I was aching to give him the PPDS spreadsheet of the agricultural sub-model, but was held at bay. Instead, McNamara was treated to a patented Haksar lecture on how the body juices start flowing when grain goes down the gullet.

McNamara reportedly went back and told the World Bank Delhi lot that the Planning Commission had no “facts”, a cardinal sin. They rubbished the self-reliance plan in their reports, informally adding that only the “long-haired boys” of the Planning Commission believed India would produce 125 million tonnes of grain in 1978. They were right. India produced only 127 million tonnes in 1978. We have never looked back. I never really understood this streak in Haksar. It wasn’t as if the nastiness was reserved for ideological opponents: a few days later, he was enchanting to Margaret Thatcher, asking me after she left: “Isn’t she a doll?”

McNamara’s great legacy was to make the fact-based solution to poverty a development theory. I know, thanks to my friend Vivek Bhandari, that in his final phase he was a mellowed man, questioning the wisdom of some of his earlier policies and beliefs. At one level, he was a very understandable phenomenon. He was a product of what Lafeber has called the Golden Age of Capitalism, the dream-like quality of the Kennedy days, the infallibility of the large technocratic organisations, the single-minded pursuit of utilitarian goals. At Penn, in the econometrics seminars, we would lazily take out a pencil from our jeans when some notes were to be taken, for we knew we would have to slog through it at home. But the Wharton boys would come in three-piece suits, full of irrelevant questions. All this would give way in time, of course. That McNamara was willing at the end to question his beliefs suggests that there is perhaps something held in common in the energy in all of us. Hey, I hope I am not getting old...

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