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Ramesh woke up that day to the cries of "Jai Sri Ram!" It was a cold December morning. Already, there was something more chilling about it. He opened the dilapidated wooden door which stood precariously over the squeaking rusty hinges. As he looked out with sleepy eyes, he saw men. Men with tridents, hammers, spears and rocks were all running in one direction. Frenzied wide eyes, clenched teeth, jutting veins at forehead. They all seemed to have only one zombie-like purpose. He went on a high instantly. It was like a dose of marijuana put him into another trance after waking him wide open from his sleep. We will do it today, he thought. And nothing could ever stop us. With that insane zeal, he took his trident, tightened a saffron band on his head and ran out hailing Lord Ram. He felt like a warrior to Ram's cause and hit the structure like Lord Ram would have annihilated the devils from Lanka.  "Jai Sri Ram! Jai Sri Ram!"  "Sri Ramchandra ki ..." ...

I reign In the world of the fogged gloss Dare not the barriers I set anyone cross Because from one horizon to other I reign In the tempest of mind Beyond any fathomable thought Are clear droplets of wisdom Which run my kingdom My whims aren't fancies But an elaborate functioning machine All parts greased No metal that I ever feign Come you army of lost generations With filthy crippled ideas on lose There ain't any place in this world Where I'll let penetrate your rigged views And there you'll all go crushed With not even a  speck left of your credence To remind the whole world That it is better with your absence Off you go From my lovely kingdom You insipid blind followers For the God whose name you say you preach Is imploring, in His name I beseech.