It was hot, that evening of May 22, 2004, a day before the United Progressive Alliance (UPA) was to be sworn in. This was the first major tryst of the Congress with coalition politics in New Delhi. As television channels were going wild speculating about portfolios, Pranab Mukherjee was sitting quietly in his small study in his Talkatora Road residence, going through various reports on the functioning of the Union home ministry; a few friends had told him that in a few hours he would be India’s Union home minister. Kashmir had seen a terror attack and some news channels —confident that they were interviewing the next home minister — even aired some comments from Mukherjee on the attack.
Late in the evening, as those channels flashed the portfolios of the new ministers in Manmohan Singh’s council, against Mukherjee’s name the legend said: Defence minister. There was an air of disbelief at Talkatora Road. His close aides, under the mistaken impression that the defence ministry was a notch lower than the home ministry, were both shocked and indignant.
But what did the man himself do? He took 10 to 15 seconds to digest the new situation, and ordered his assistant: “Connect me to the defence secretary.”
Mukherjee, then the most experienced minister in the UPA, knew that slippery patches abounded in the corridors of power — and you must take what you get. Pondering over unfulfilled possibilities is a waste of time.
Late in the evening, as those channels flashed the portfolios of the new ministers in Manmohan Singh’s council, against Mukherjee’s name the legend said: Defence minister. There was an air of disbelief at Talkatora Road. His close aides, under the mistaken impression that the defence ministry was a notch lower than the home ministry, were both shocked and indignant.
But what did the man himself do? He took 10 to 15 seconds to digest the new situation, and ordered his assistant: “Connect me to the defence secretary.”
Mukherjee, then the most experienced minister in the UPA, knew that slippery patches abounded in the corridors of power — and you must take what you get. Pondering over unfulfilled possibilities is a waste of time.

)