In the gym this morning. He: our gym in USA is bigger than this. Me: is it your private gym? He: Er, no. But then, our entire family lives in the US. You have relatives there? Me: no, but wait, you got mouth sores? He: No, why? Me: oh, that’s the American accent, eh?! He (elated!): we have been living in the US for more than 25 years now. Me: nice. He: It’s very clean compared to India. People are nice, the Government takes care, a very safe country. Me: you own a gun? He (dumbfounded!): What?! Me: nothing, so, what brings you here? He (in original Indian accent): oh, it’s the Ganpati festival. So, have you visited the States? Me: No. He: am sure, you too must want to go and settle there? A lot of Indians do. Me: I don’t, there’s so much to be explored in India. I love my country. He: you serious? You can still love your country and do things for people while staying abroad. Me: True. But why go and stay in someone else’s Home when you’ve got one to call your own? He: Perplexed. Me (with my hands on his shoulder): Mera Bharat, Jahaan! Cut to climax: He shifted from the bench to the treadmill :-)