Hey Shiv, say na, what’s the Raj that despite a lurking urge within, none has the protein, vitamin, carbohydrates nor fat to openly hurl abuses at you or protest against you? Is it their lack of courage? The North Indian language? Your image? Or is it the rage of the young age in your highly-secured entourage? And then, what’s so special about your histrionics? The wielding sword? The Dassera rally? Dilli-daily? Anyway, somewhere down South, jahaan Jaya hai, there’s a game played Polo; arre bhai, zara darwaza toh kholo. Itni police aur kitne hi Doctor; er, zara bill toh bolo, Apollo?