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's going to crash.

Bhakt: Was the car doing great with the last driver?

We: Maybe not. But... Watch out! There's a tree in front of you.

*car crashes into tree*

We: Now look what you did.

Bhakt: That's it. I can't stand your constant propaganda. I'm going to tie you up and put you in the trunk.

We: That'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.

We: Your grandfather rode a bicycle.

Bhakt: Now you have gone too far. You demean my heritage. You insult my grandfather.

We: It doesn't matter. YOU CAN'T DRIVE!

Bhakt: I could if you didn't keep telling me I need to be able to drive.

We: That's because YOU CAN'T DRIVE!

Bhakt: You didn't say that to the last driver.

We: Yes we did. And also, it doesn't matter because YOU CAN'T DRIVE now and YOU ARE DRIVING NOW!

This car BTW has an upper class compartment. This is what it feels like there. Unfortunately, just because the AC works, it doesn't mean they're going to be okay when the car crashes.