It was 1948 and India looked like a Polo mint. The hole in the middle was the stubborn dominion of Hyderabad, and it belonged to one man. His Exalted Highness Osman Ali Khan, Nizam VII was the scion of a 300-year-old dynasty. He was used to hearing 21 gun salutes and national anthem that went &lsquoGod save our gracious Ni-ii-ii-zam and on him blessings pour&rsquo (there were Urdu and Persian versions too) and he was understandably reluctant to surrender all of this to a newfangled republic.