bhai, this RSS business — in our colony, the swayamsevaks come every morning for shakha, all clean dhoti-kurta, shouting commands at 6 AM when I am trying to sip my chai in peace. Haau baat sachi, last week my grandson pointed and said, "Dada, these uncles run faster than our rickshaw-wala." I laughed, but inside I thought — they have time and energy for discipline, but who will help the old press-wallah who cannot climb stairs to file his pension? *Jal mein rehkar magar se bair* — living in water and fighting the crocodile. Let them run in circles; I will walk my morning market route, one tomato at a time.