India is a car. Bhakts are driving it. The rest of us are in the back seat, screaming.
We: Wait! What was that sound? I think a tyre just exploded.
Bhakt: Why are you so negative all the time?
We: Abbe the car& #39;s going to crash.
We: Wait! What was that sound? I think a tyre just exploded.
Bhakt: Why are you so negative all the time?
We: Abbe the car& #39;s going to crash.
Bhakt: Was the car doing great with the last driver?
We: Maybe not. But... Watch out! There& #39;s a tree in front of you.
*car crashes into tree*
We: Now look what you did.
Bhakt: That& #39;s it. I can& #39;t stand your constant propaganda. I& #39;m going to tie you up and put you in the trunk.
We: Maybe not. But... Watch out! There& #39;s a tree in front of you.
*car crashes into tree*
We: Now look what you did.
Bhakt: That& #39;s it. I can& #39;t stand your constant propaganda. I& #39;m going to tie you up and put you in the trunk.
We: That& #39;s not going to make you a better driver.
Bhakt: For far too long have you made me feel stupid. No more! I have woken up now. I will once more bring back the days of great driving. The days of great driving from ancient times. My grandfather was a racecar driver.
Bhakt: For far too long have you made me feel stupid. No more! I have woken up now. I will once more bring back the days of great driving. The days of great driving from ancient times. My grandfather was a racecar driver.
We: Your grandfather rode a bicycle.
Bhakt: Now you have gone too far. You demean my heritage. You insult my grandfather.
We: It doesn& #39;t matter. YOU CAN& #39;T DRIVE!
Bhakt: I could if you didn& #39;t keep telling me I need to be able to drive.
Bhakt: Now you have gone too far. You demean my heritage. You insult my grandfather.
We: It doesn& #39;t matter. YOU CAN& #39;T DRIVE!
Bhakt: I could if you didn& #39;t keep telling me I need to be able to drive.