RIC: Natwarlal, you were India’s greatest con man. How can we be sure you are really here?

NL: Maybe I’m just a dream of a man dreaming of a man dreaming of a man …

RIC: You’ve had over 50 other identities or aliases. Which one is your most favourite?

NL: Favorite alias was « Max Lingam », totally bald, large, long, straight.

RIC: You have sold the Taj Mahal, Red Fort, Rashtrapati Bhavan, and even the Parliament of India. Which is the one building you wanted to sell but couldn’t?

NL: The Jaipur Observatory. No one wanted to buy it. It’s a so sacred place. Only gods could buy it … but not a mortal.

RIC: Is sex better than selling the Taj Mahal?

NL: Sex is better than selling the Taj Mahal 10,000 times (but the best is sex in the Taj Mahal).

RIC: What did you with all the money?

NL: With all that money? I bought an island, in Greece. But it was a forgery. The seller was a crook…

RIC: From an Indian classical viewpoint, fraud is form of art. Do you think you are an artist?

NL: I’m the master of all artists. Fraud and murder are arts. I should get a decoration for my talent.

RIC: Is Victor Lusdig, the man who sold the Eiffel Tower twice, your hidden brother?

NL: Victor is my father. He has taught me everything he knew.

RIC: Your views on James Bond.

NL: James Bond? More and more handsome.

RIC: Your favourite detective novel.

NL: Kenneth Brannagh’s Hercule Poirot.

RIC: Your favourite way of disappearing.

NL: Let me think … Little death. Just close your eyes, open you mouth, whisper, and I’m out and far away.

RIC: Your favourite hotel to have sex in?

NL: Not an hotel. Taj Mahal, left door, directly on the Mughal tiles.

RIC: No one is certain when you died. When did you die?

NL: Not died yet. But soon.

RIC: Is there something you miss about this world?

NL: I miss an empress I loved, 30 years ago. I could have killed for her breasts.

RIC: In memory of a Sufi patient, please define life in two words.

NL: Love again.