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.
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: 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.
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.
We: That& #39;s because YOU CAN& #39;T DRIVE!

Bhakt: You didn& #39;t say that to the last driver.

We: Yes we did. And also, it doesn& #39;t matter because YOU CAN& #39;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& #39;t mean they& #39;re going to be okay when the car crashes.
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