The Guajarati’s are coming here for long, as kingdom come for me, and why so ? Because Pandutji, and all his high cast priest’s have been playing God, in this small Village. Foreigners, Royal, Natives, Sardars, Muslims, and Rajput’s. We call them Big and Celebrities. I never got a chance to meet any of them, only from a distance, while it all looks like Holi, that sinful, dandiya, with married people, kings and princes with toddlers, news, and the funerals. Awful mess, these people are here, only want to start a fight, calling me a Nigger, or Dalit. Pesky, provocative, what else do they want with us, just a fight, a scuffle or fist fight, short of a street fight, lunatics and obscene, filthy people from hell. Why even call them talented or Gold ? I don’t know what they are up to, just another 911 in the news, or one over here ? Query me that ! I if inquire them they’ll throw the worst tantrum that you could ever face, dysfunctional parents, broken marriages, divorces, bankruptcy, and the final verdict, I’ll go, suicide, the pressure on them is too high, from their Gods. It isn’t that simple, they are not us. Just another cover up, but why ?! Don’t give them anything new. Terrorism should suffice.