Hello, dear readers! Your uncle Rangarajan this side of the digital divide. Normally I wouldn’t hesitate to offer you my jasmine-scented greetings but what to do? The omnipotent Balaji knows I am helpless.

Editor’s note: There’s a mystery to this article, so be sure to read till the end.

Narendra Modi is a man before his time. A couple of decades along, too late for him, there will be a bigger constituency in India for the anti-Muslim demagogue.

All the 158 sentences – their every word, every punctuation – that make up the article: Modi Magic?, belong solely to Mr Aakar Patel. They have been employed verbatim after screening 79 of his articles.

Arvind Kejriwal has lived a dream, but he must slap that alarm clock now and wake up to reality. The Delhi Assembly election results have proved most pollsters except Chankaya wrong. Then again, perhaps it’s to do with the name.

Jeeps are magical. Marvels of minimalism. The rough bumpy ride, the defiant thrumming, the toppled windshield, flapping canvas, sloshing jerry cans, wind in the hair, dust in the eyes, smouldering cheroot, Lawrence of Arabia, Clint Eastwood, James Dean, Yashpal Kapur…

Yashpal who?