We can aver that our politicians are like no other. Grandma's pickles have no match - I can still taste the mango when I'm away from home in my dreams. And there is yet another force, an entity, an invisible thing, a monster - or an angel, call it what you may. It is invisible, yet everywhere. It is everyone, and no one.
Politicians bow before it, and they ruthlessly trample it down.
It burns a young woman who has dared to marry out of caste, and takes care of the village simpleton for life. Merciless, yet capable of the subtlest nuances. Repressed and encaged, yet possessed of the freest spirits on the world. We're talking, of course, of the great Indian 'public'. Its all around you.