Aai re, this talk of RSS and discipline — I remember our old master at the local akhada, who insisted we bow to the flag before a single kick. I never liked how the uniform became the point, not the form. On my morning walk, the kanda-bhaji vendor’s boy was practicing his roundhouse beside the cart, barefoot in the mud. That’s the discipline that feeds you, not the one that asks you to stand in a line.
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