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She was desperate to bag herself a rich and powerful husband, but her shady past subsequently became front-page news
She describes herself as a 'very old-fashioned dame' - a description decidedly at odds with the way she was perceived when she was last in the public eye
Although she's had boyfriends, she has never had a child. 'Hasn't India got enough children?' she once observed
All she ever wanted to do was to make her dad proud of her. 'When you have a father who was so brave, you want to do well, too'

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The celebrations in the northern Indian town of Majra will last all of the weekend. As well as music and dancing, the centrepiece will be a game of kabaddi - a traditional Indian sport - held in memory of Major Mohinder Singh Chaudhary, a decorated war hero killed in border clashes between the Indians and the Chinese.
He died almost 50 years ago, and yet such is his legend that as many as 10,000 people still attend this annual event in the Haryana province.
Among the crowd there will be old comrades, friends and family, all led by the Major's widow of half a century, Shakuntia Chaudhary.
And yet amidst all the hubbub and the hurly-burly, it is the absence of one individual that stands out above all.
Back to basics: Pamella Singh, who was better known as Pamella Bordes, lives today as a virtual recluse in Goa, India
Her name is Pamela Singh and she is the only daughter of Major Chaudhary. She was born just months before his death and, today, lives a simple life in a rented house in Goa where she takes classes in yoga and pilates, reads books by the swimming pool and indulges in photography, her real passion.
It isn't that she doesn't respect the memory of her father - more that she respects it so much that she dare not attend.
For Pamela Singh is known to the world by another name - Pamella Bordes, the high-class prostitute whose escapades in the late Eighties rocked the Establishment here.
A former Miss India, she worked as an escort girl, plying her trade in the gilded world of billionaire arms dealer Adnan Khashoggi and his clients.
Later she would enjoy a tempestuous relationship with Andrew Neil, the then editor of the Sunday Times.
She was desperate to bag herself a rich and powerful husband, but her shady past subsequently became front-page news after she was spotted out on the town with former sports minister Colin Moynihan.
Despite counting an aide of Libyan leader Colonel Gaddafi among her former clients, it emerged that she had secured a Commons security pass and was working as a researcher for a Tory MP.
In Britain, the scandal dominated the headlines for months, fuelled by the candid revelations about her past life and the rich and powerful men who inhabited it.
While she clearly revelled in the notoriety, her behaviour could hardly have brought more shame on her family in India.
'How could my granddaughter do this to us?' her grandmother asked at the time. 'She is dead to us now. If I had the strength, I would even kill myself. As it is, she has condemned me to a living death,'
Her grandfather, a doctor and former lieutenant colonel, added: 'I feel I can barely show my face - not to my patients, my army colleagues, not to anyone.'
As high-class prostitute Pamella Bordes (above), her affairs with Establishment figures dominated the headlines for months
But it was the words of her mother, the major's widow, that summed up just how betrayed the family felt.
'I have no daughter called Pamella,' she said. 'I have no daughter.'
Although two decades have passed, those words are poignantly reflected in Pamela's absence from the memorial to mark her father's passing.
For the shadow of Pamella Bordes still hangs over Pamela Singh - despite her best efforts to distance herself from her past. In other words, Pamella Bordes is no more.
When approached by the Mail this week, the 48-year-old politely declined to talk. 'What happened 20 years ago is not related to my current life situation,' she said. 'I have no connection with what happened then.'
'Nobody knows her as Bordes now,' explains a friend. 'Pam has built a completely new circle of friends who are much younger than her - so there is less chance of them remembering.'
Another, who has known her for 15 years, adds: 'She has never once brought up with me what happened back then.
'In fact, it's as if it never happened. She doesn't talk about it and it isn't a subject that either I or any of her other acquaintances would dare to raise.'
Her current lifestyle, once all chauffeur-driven limousines, designer clothes and flats in Belgravia, offers few clues to the past.
The two-bed apartment in a fishing village in Goa, where she has been living for the past few months, is rented from a friend.
Every morning, dressed down in tracksuit bottoms and vest-top, she jumps into her Suzuki jeep runaround to attend classes at a nearby yoga and pilates centre. Staff there have no idea of her notoriety.
The afternoons are spent reading by the communal pool.
And while she works sporadically as a photographer and artist, in recent weeks she has had time enough on her hands to make new friends on social networking sites such as Facebook.
'Goa is very quiet,' she writes to one, 'unless you want to check into a really nice hotel and chill out, no point in coming here... I don't leave home for days on end... when you have travelled so much and met so many interesting people this place is a dump.'
In the early Nineties, Miss Singh changed her name and took up photography, a hobby she had first fallen in love with while at school in India
And where once she was inundated with attention from the opposite sex, today it appears that Pamela is short of male company.
Writing on a forum dedicated to mountaineering - a pastime she appears passionate about - she posts a series of messages to a middle-aged British climber that reveal a hitherto unseen romantic streak.
'I long for a Renaissance man myself, who will give up everything for me and then we can climb together,' she writes. 'Anybody out there?'
When the man jokingly responds that he would be willing to fight a duel for her hand, Pamela replies: 'You can only fight the duel if there is an opponent. No one has come forth yet.
'Let's wait and see if there are any suitors... I have quite a few here but they are locked out on grounds of either being in a cradle [too young] or swinging in a hammock.
'And, of course, Goa is full of "dudes" plagued by reefer madness. None of the above reprobates are suitable for the advertised post in question.'
She goes on to describe herself as a 'very old-fashioned dame' - a description decidedly at odds with the way she was perceived when she was last in the public eye.
Of course, given the stories of £500-a-night sex and bed-hopping with the rich and famous, it was inevitable that she would emerge from the scandal of the late Eighties with her reputation in tatters.
But what was perhaps surprising was the way in which she came to be seen as the architect of her own downfall, a woman worthy of little sympathy.
Lynda Lee-Potter, who interviewed her for the Daily Mail, concluded that she was 'sickeningly self-obsessed, utterly immoral and unashamedly amoral'. She went on to conclude that Bordes was 'one of the most remorseless social climbers of her time'.
As well as admitting to being paid to take part in group sex, lesbian sex, and bondage sessions, Pamella told how she had drawn up a 'hit list' of the men she wanted to marry.
'I like to get photographs of the men and look at them for a long time to find the man within,' she told this paper. 'Then I look them up in Who's Who, do more research about their interests and try to take up those interests myself.
'I always want to be the same as my man. If he rides, then I ride; if he shoots, then I shoot. If he likes the ballet, then I take up the ballet.'
Among the men she targeted was Andrew Neil (who, during their relationship, was unaware of her past as an escort). The picture he would subsequently paint of her in his autobiography was deeply unflattering.
On one occasion, convinced that he had cheated on her, she scrawled obscenities on the drawing-room mirrors of his London flat and then used a pair of scissors to slash half-a-dozen of his business suits.
When they split up, she hurled stones at his windows and posted dog excrement through his letterbox. She then proceeded to try to make him jealous by engaging in a flirtatious dalliance with Donald Trelford, then editor of The Observer and one of Neil's bitterest rivals.
Given that background and the mauling her reputation received generally, it is hardly surprising that she should choose to re-invent herself.
And so it was that in the early Nineties she changed her name and took up photography, a hobby she had first fallen in love with while at school in India.
Initially, she spent time in Africa, where she claims to have worked for British newspapers covering the continent's famines and wars. 'It was harrowing, but also fascinating,' she would later say. 'I went into these assignments as a girl, but emerged as a woman.'
Her working habits bordered on the obsessive: 'I used to keep having breakdowns. I'd work constantly for six months without a break. I wouldn't speak to anybody. I'd just work, and then I'd have a breakdown, my nerves would crash.
'So I'd have to be in bed for three months and then I'd get up again and work for another six months and then I'd crash again. In the end, I got quite sick.'
Later, having trained as a photographer in New York, she would begin to exhibit her work.
Much of it featured ordinary men and women in towns and villages across India. She would tour the country staying with friends, or in hotels, living a Bohemian lifestyle.
One of those who has exhibited her work is U.S.-born Peter Nagy, 50, who runs the Nature Morte Gallery in Delhi. He met Pamela in 1997 in Jaipur, where she had set up a studio.
'Pamela is a smart, ambitious, well-travelled and knowledgeable person,' he told me this week. 'She is a lot of fun, she is wonderful.'
Pamela Singh - as she is now known - has also worked as a fashion designer and now runs a company called Trimata, specialising in apparel, accessories and home furnishing inspired by Rajasthani artisans and designs.
Although she's had boyfriends, she has never had a child. 'Hasn't India got enough children?' she once observed.
On the subject of family, the Mail has learnt that the rift between her and her mother has been healed. Even so, such is the shame caused by her past behaviour that it is not felt she can attend the annual three-day sports festival in memory of her late father.
Krishan Kadyan, general secretary of the Late Mohinder Singh Memorial Sports Club and a friend of Pamela's mother, told me: 'Of course, everyone was shocked when we learned about what she had done. Her family are well-respected, so this was most unusual.
'I think that is why she does not return to her father's memorial event, because she does not want to be seen in public here - she is not regarded as reputable.
'I do not know her reasons for doing what she did, but the memory of something like that will remain for a lifetime.
'I believe for some time, mother and daughter did not speak because of what had happened, but they are back in contact now.'
Her cousin Arvind Singh added: 'It is sad. She liked to pay respects to her father, but even now all older people in the village know what happened, so it is difficult for her to be here.'
That enforced absence will, no doubt, be felt keenly by Pamela, whose life has been lived in the shadow of her father.
A major in the Indian Army, he fought in the Himalayas during the war with China in 1962 and was posthumously awarded India's second-highest military award after leading a small group of men who kept a Chinese battalion at bay for nine hours.
He was wounded in the battle, but refused to be evacuated and days later died as he led his men on a successful counter-attack on the enemy.
At the time, he was listed as missing in action and, as she grew up, Pamela believed there was always a chance that he might return one day. 'I fantasised that he was a prisoner of war and might come back,' she has said.
There can be no doubt that he left a void in her life, which some might observe could go some way to explaining her behaviour in the past. 'She was a brave young girl despite the difficult circumstances,' said her uncle Jorabar Singh.
Last night Miss Singh's mother, Shakuntia, now reconciled with, and supportive of, her daughter, said: 'Pamela is an intelligent, successful, brave, determined person. I am very proud of her. She is not just some Tom, Dick or Harry. She is a very important person.
'People who criticise her have no idea of the hurt they cause. She has been treated badly.'
Pamela, meanwhile, says that all she ever wanted to do was to make her dad proud of her. 'When you have a father who was so brave, you want to do well, too,' she observed.
And no doubt Pamela Singh realises that to achieve this she must leave a very different mark on the world to that already left by the late - and little-lamented - Pamella Bordes.
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