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 jailer about the large quantities of stones in the rice.
“What’s food to a freedom fighter?” said the warden. “I thought you were here because you loved your land.”
“I am,” replied Panditji, “but not in order to eat it.”