India seems to have become supremely mega-physical. Someone who is a no-one wields a sword on-stage in a public park amid roars of language and people divide. Someone who is known to everyone brags about his broad chest and broad shoulders worldwide. Someone who wants to be known by everyone recuperates for free in a 5-star with expert medics on all side. Someone who knows none, yet presumes HE is THE ONE, speaks in the Parliament, causes earthquakes and covers up Robert’s landslide. That’s not all. Speakers, audio, law and policy are flung high and mighty around a bloke sabha where none can hide. Stares are exchanged after breaking toll booths and traffic rules, and made to appear that the other didn’t abide. And what am I doing midst so much din and downside? Er, the someone mentioned above keep me busy with grocery bills, potholes, Aadhar, traffic, demonetization and ATM-hunting from time-to-time; here, there, far-and-wide. Rasta de na shaane, zara hat na side!