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They're Kshatriyas, sir.

What are you?

I am a Jat.

Now called OBC, "Other Backward Class."

So why are you still protesting?

I'm not, sir. The Haryana Jats are protesting.

They're still considered Jats.

-Jatav, aren't you a Dalit? -Yes, sir.

-Same caste as the injured boys? -No, sir.

I'm a Chamar. They were Pasis.

We're much higher than them.

We have nothing to do with them. We don't eat the food they touch.

-And I can't eat the food you touch? -Right, sir.

Right?

-And what caste are you? -A Kayasth, sir.

What's a Kayasth?

We're different. We don't fall into the four main castes.

-And me? -A Brahmin, sir.

-So am I Mahantji's equal? -No, no, sir.

He's a Kanyakubja Brahmin, a top Brahmin. You're a Saryuparin.

-What the fuck is going on here? -Okay, sir.

Just a second!

Jatavji, what's wrong? Why did you leave?

-Didn't he tell us to go? -When did he say that?

Didn't he say "fuck"?

-Doesn't that mean "go?" -Come on.

Jatav!

How far is Harimanpur?

There, sir. About two kms.

And the tannery?

Just beyond Chhatni village. About 5 kms away.

What's that?

Ignore it, sir.

Sir!

Dead animals are brought here, skinned and sold to the tannery.

Their work used to run smoothly but now there's the strike.

Because those boys were beaten,

Nishad has stopped the men from his caste from working.

They've alerted everyone on WhatsApp.

You and I are invisible to them.

Though they depend entirely on us.

We work on their farmlands. We clean up their shit.

We deliver their babies. We burn their corpses on funeral pyres.

Now we're done with begging for justice.

Stop working now!

You won't find her in the fields, sir. It's been three days.

The fields may look big, but a farmer knows every foot of his land.

Will we ever find her?

We must keep looking.

That's the tannery.

The girls went home this way.

This is called the "pig swamp." It's filthy.

Pigs used to wallow in it.

They were three girls. Why kill only two?

Pooja!

Pooja!

Pooja!

A pink slipper was listed in the report.

Can the swamp be crossed barefoot?

It's deep in places, sir.

No one would dare cross it at night.

What's on the other side?

What's on the other side?

Fields are on this side. Jungle's on the other.

-How big is the jungle? -About three or four kms, sir.

How does one get there?

Why go there, sir?

-How does one get there? -We don't go there, sir.

Long live Bhim!

Who did this?

Glory to India.

The cleaner didn't show up.

They're on strike, sir.

They're dumping waste outside government offices.

Yes, sir. He's here.

I'll put him on.

Ramlalji!

Himself, sir!

Sir?

Yes.

Of course, sir.

So shall I close the case, sir?

How are you?

You're up early.

I couldn't sleep.

Did you feel again that you had landed on Mars?

What do three rupees buy, Aditi?

What?

Can three rupees buy anything?

What's wrong, Ayan?

The girls were raped and murdered for three rupees.

When I was growing up in Europe, people would say:

"India, India, India."

I'd sell the Taj Mahal or Khajuraho as though it was my family property.

Two girls are dead. One's missing. No one's bothered.

People here think it's happening in some other country.

Everywhere, on TV, in cities, life goes on. We ignore reality.

We must find new words, new ways.

Because this mess is ancient.

As per the Indian Constitution, Article 15

the State shall not discriminate against any citizen

The Constitution of India, 1950

on the grounds of religion, race, caste, sex or birth place.

The use of wells, tanks, bathing places, roads

and the access to any public property

will not be subject to any disability, liability, restriction or condition.

Mother, I bow to thee!

Rich with thy hurrying streams

Bright with orchard gleams

Cool with thy winds of delight

Dark fields waving Mother of might Mother free

Mother, I bow to thee!

MISSING

GIRL MISSING

The three girls used to take this road from the tannery.

They stopped at the shop, bought some snacks

and left.

Did you see anyone after that?

-A bus drove by later. -What bus?

A yellow bus, sir.

Which bus line's yellow?

No buses come here, sir.

Brothers and sisters, everyone! Join us at the Brahman-Dalit Unity Rally.

And you will hear Mahantji and Shanti Prasad

share their thoughts about this unity.

Mahantji is doing it for his personal interests.

Nishad opposes this rally.

These girls have become the main issue in this election.

-May I? -Go ahead.

Hello. Yes.

Yes, all right.

Okay, okay.

It was Bachchu Rai who called Satyendra at 4 a.m.

-He repairs bikes. -Get him in at once.

-Mahantji! -Long live!

This is the new Uttar Pradesh. A Brahmin and Dalit eating off the same plate.

I bow to you, Goddess of Plenty.

It helped heal the village's grief when Mahantji shared a meal

with the Dalit leader Shanti Prasad in Harimanpur.

He ate with the girls' family and reassured them.

The rapists are being protected by the politician Ramlal Naharia.

Instead of arresting the culprits, our government

is framing the girls' fathers.

Because they're Dalits and the government is against Dalits.

If we are to save Hindu traditions and religion

and save Hindus, we must unite.

Dalits and Brahmins must unite as one.

This is just the start.

-To our union! -Long live!

-Jatavji! -Sir.

-How long will it take? -They've been working for two hours.

The more we drain the gutter, the more filth pours out.

-How many men work here? -Here, sir?

How many men work for us?

With the cleaners, we're 20.

-And at the Haulpur police station? -About 12 or 13 men.

-In Chhatni? -About 20, sir.

-Tomorrow at 6 a.m. -Yes, sir.

-I want to see everyone at the swamp. -Yes, sir.

We'll make our way into the jungle.

We'll search from the tannery to Harimanpur.

Yes, sir.

Anshu Naharia is here, sir.

Sir, you guys get transferred, but we get killed.

All we need is your signature.

Are all the Delhi files above board?

Ramlal Naharia asked for your number. He'll be calling you.

Why did you hit the girls?

They wanted a raise.

So you hit them?

First, I refused them.

So why hit them?

They were going to quit working.

So you hit them?

The others would've demanded a raise or stopped work too.

All work would stop.

Your milk would not get delivered.

You'd have to clean the sewers.

Cobble your own shoes.

If we didn't keep them in their place, no work would get done.

What is their place?

The place we give them, sir.

And what I earn tells you my place in society.

Everyone has their status, sir.

Where were you on the night of 12th?

At home. The 12th, 13th, 14th.

I'm home every night, sir.

Friends drop by.

I have many friends.

Everywhere.

Malti, examine this man.

We need a medical report.

Or Ramlalji might claim we beat Anshu. Right?

We must maintain the balance. Right?

Very well, sir.

Please go to Lucknow.

Test the girls' DNA samples.

My man will accompany you. Will you go?

Yes, sir.

Call me, no one else.

Jatav, do you know any journalist who'd write against Ramlal Naharia?

Yes, sir.

Leak some news to the press: "Anshu is our prime suspect."

The headlines tomorrow must say Anshu is Ramlalji's close ally.

Doable?

It'll be done, sir.

The local papers are publishing an article tomorrow.

Try and get it published wherever you can.

Are you okay?

Sir, Bachchu Rai.

Come inside.

You called him at 4 a.m?

He owed me money, sir.

Satyendra used to get his bike repaired by him.

He owed Bachchu money.

So you call him at 4 a.m?

My family was leaving for Lucknow on the 6 a.m. train.

He promised to pay me the night before, but didn't.

That's why I called so early. But there was no sign of him.

Keep an eye on him.

-There must be CCTV in Anshu's house. -No CCTV in Laalgaon, sir.

-Only banks have it. -Is there one near his place?

-I'll check, sir. -Get me the footage if there is.

Amali, can you make me some tea?

Amali!

Tripathi.

-Tripathi! -Yes, sir.

Where's Amali?

Out shopping, sir.

-Where? -At the market.

-Vegetable market? -Yes, sir.

Phone her.

-I tried. She didn't answer. -Why didn't you tell me?

I thought she'd be back.

Don't you know what this place is like?

Call her brother Nihal. Ask if he's heard from her.

Call Nihal Singh. Now!

Get the car out. I'll look for her.

-I'll go, sir. -No, I will.

Where were you?

Sir, we had to submit a form for her exam.

Today was the last day. We went to get a photo taken.

Will anyone show up?

The upper caste will never step into this swamp, sir.

And Nishad has asked the lower caste workers to go on strike.

I thought the villagers would come.

-Are you all scheduled caste? -No, sir.

I'm a Yadav. We await your orders.

No orders. We need your help. We need many men.

We must break the strike. I want to meet Nishad.

Nishad? He's gone underground.

Find him.

I've swept this place for ten years.

When we were 11,

the principal caught Jatav with a love letter.

We kids watched as Jatav's father ran after him with a stick.

I'll never forget that day!

It was a just a plot!

But his father made delicious porridge.

It's Malti, sir.

Anshu raped the girls. His DNA is a match.

I'll be back tomorrow with the report.

Send it to me on WhatsApp. Call when you're here.

Let's go to bus station.

We were taught a bunch of lies.

Maybe that's why the school didn't last.

Here I am, sir.

Send the men back to work, Nishad.

We need people to look for Pooja.

Why bother looking for her?

Just find Pooja's father and frame him.

Nishad, aunt has sent halwa for you.

It was his birthday the day before.

The boy was a gem, sir.

No one would believe it if Nishad was given 90 out of a 100.

Because Nishad could never score below 100.

If he was a gem of a boy, why he's rebelling now?

You've become so negative.

If you were negative,

would they accuse you of being a threat to national security?

There's a right way of doing things.

Jatav's father was a sweeper in our school.

And my father was a teacher.

Today we're equals. We earn the same wage.

Hasn't Jatav made a place for himself?

-Has nothing changed in 70 years? -Yes, it has.

Sometimes we're called Untouchable citizens or scheduled caste citizens.

But we're never counted as just citizens

so we would be counted as equals.

You've studied too much.

I may not know a lot.

But every community has its problems, Nishad.

Gaura was hired to cook at a school.

The very first day the kids refused to eat the meal she made.

Food for 150 kids was thrown away.

Did anyone throw away the food you touch?

Or wash their hands after they shook yours?

Every community has its problems,

but your bones aren't broken if you enter a temple.

Mahant was invited by Shanti Prasad to eat with all the villagers.

But the food and plates came from his home. They didn't say that on TV.

Does Shanti Prasad do nothing for you all?

He did once. That's why I worked with him for so many years.

But I soon realized power is a creed in itself.

He rose in politics by stepping on our shoulders.

Now he thinks of us as dirt.

So I started to rebel.

Last year, Shanti Prasad's men attacked us.

My guru's return gift.

This rally is to manipulate our votes.

I won't let that happen.

Nishad, I'm doing my best. At least as much as I can.

-Will I win or lose? I need your help... -They won't let you succeed, sir.

They ignore the Constitution though they swear by it.

That's the fight, Nishad.

They must follow the Constitution. That's the only way.

That's what Dr Ambedkar said.

Dr Ambedkar also said:

"If I find the Constitution being misused, I shall be the first to burn it."

We found Pooja's slipper near the swamp.

I've got to find her.

We won't stop the anti-rally protest,

but your men will be there.

Look at this filth.

-Glory to India. -Glory to India.

She must've eaten something bad.

Animals don't understand. Give her an injection.

Jatav, we're going to arrest Anshu now.

Excuse me?

Mayank! Get me the warrant.

If you don't mind, sir.

We just heard from Lucknow. The case has been transferred to the CBI.

Good, sir. You'll be rid of it.

-They'll manage the case. -The warrant, sir.

Let's manage it ourselves first.

He's not at home, sir.

Search the house.

Yes, sir.

He's gone, sir.

What's that?

A school, sir.

-Who does the school belong to? -Anshu Naharia.

-Come on. -It's vacations, sir.

The school reopens in two weeks.

Here.

Unlock all the doors.

The keys to this room?

Sir has them.

-Who's got the keys? -Mr. Anshu.

-Break it open! -Sir.

Ten men will cross the swamp and search the fields.

Ten men will search the jungle.

And the others will comb every inch of the swamp.

Not so fast! Some villagers are coming to help.

Come on! Let's start.

Get on with it.

Anshu has been named prime suspect in the Harimanpur case

I've seen it.

Ramlalji must be angry.

He won't spare him.

Suspending him isn't enough. We'll have the rascal arrested.

-Have you spoken to Ramlalji? -No. His phone is switched off.

The CBI is involved now.

Yes, that's to be expected.

-Have you had your breakfast? -No. They're making parathas for me.

The wheat crop is fantastic this year.

-You didn't have to kill them, Anshu. -What?

You could've let the wretches go after ten days.

They were causing trouble, sir.

Remember how the girl struggled when Brahmadattji lay on her?

He dared to say I was on top of her!

I'll be finished if you get arrested.

We must close the case.

-Ramlal won't spare you. -But he's let go of you.

You don't get it, do you?

Let's do it, Anshu.

Long live India!

-Mr. Panicker from the CBI is here, sir. -Get him some tea.

Yes, sir.

Central Bureau of Investigation Mr. Panicker

Dr Awdhesh?

Dr Awdhesh Laktakiya.

Dr Awdhesh, how long has Malti worked as your assistant?

She's not an assistant, sir.

-Meaning? -She's an assistant.

Though I'm in charge, sir.

You speak Hindi and English.

She has to type everything twice.

I went to arrest Anshu, sir.

He was hiding in his farmhouse.

He took a shot at me.

You were right, sir. He's a bad sort.

How are you, Mr. Ranjan?

It's been chaos since you arrived.

You are not familiar with our complicated Indian customs, are you?

Are you uncomfortable in Hindi?

You prefer English.

In Hindi-speaking states

it would be preferable if you could speak the local language.

You'd understand local customs better that way.

A girl is still missing, sir.

Every minute's important.

The prime suspect is dead.

-Are you on meds? -Sorry, sir?

Are you on medication?

You seem agitated.

-Sir, young girls were raped. -Raped?

What makes you think that?

The doctor's first postmortem report.

The senior doctor's report does not mention rape.

She did the postmortem and the report says rape.

The girls' DNA samples were tested and they matched the suspect's DNA.

Anshu Naharia's, sir.

The DNA test results are not in my report.

Sir, I had the samples checked personally.

WhatsApp messages can incite lynching and riots too.

They say you're biased against

the scheduled caste.

When you arrived you asked about everyone's caste.

Sir, I was trying to understand

why we follow a 2000-year-old system in 2019?

Asking people their caste is an offence under the SC/ST Act.

-You must know that? -Yes, sir.

I suspect, Mr. Ayan Ranjan, you're motivated by a personal agenda.

You want to disturb the peace here.

What do you think of the Brahmin-Dalit Unity Rally?

Upper caste and lower caste

standing together against the state government?

Do you want them to succeed?

The rally has nothing to do with these people.

It never has.

They're very innocent, simple people.

They get influenced by sloganeering and become part of the crowd in rallies.

Okay. Stop working on this case.

At once.

Anything you wish to say in your defense

you may tell me tomorrow.

I know where Satyendra is.

I'm going to see him. I'll stop after that.

Ayan, you've only just started.

-Are you arresting me? -I must talk to you.

-Don't lie! You want to arrest me. -No, I want to talk, Satyendra.

Let go. Leave me alone!

I just want to talk.

Why were you at Anshu's house on the night of the 12th?

Do you know a IPS officer was beaten to death in this very state?

I saw the CCTV footage from the bank opposite his house.

You arrived first, followed by a police jeep.

-What happened that night? -You want to be Superman?

Where did you go at 4 a.m?

Why did Bachchu call you?

Why are you hiding now?

I'm being suspended,

but I'll do what I can now.

If that means arresting you

or shooting you.

I got a call at 4 a.m.

Anshu's car broke down. He needed booster cables.

When I got there, they had just hung the two girls from the tree.

I was told to lie low.

And on the 12th?

There was a party at Anshu's house.

I was there. So were Brahmadatt and Nihal.

The girls were there, too.

They went into the school, one by one.

Anshu raped them. So did Brahmadatt.

Rape.

Nihal Singh did, too.

I left.

Where's the third girl?

I don't know.

I thought maybe the three girls had escaped that night.

Ayan, I won't make a statement.

Ask me in front of anyone and I'll deny everything.

You'll stand witness.

You'll soon be suspended and sent away. They'll kill me.

That's the way it is here. And always will be.

You don't get it.

I'm leaving.

Shoot me in the back if you want to.

Finish it for me!

Where's Pooja, Nihal Singh?

I don't know, sir.

You did it, too?

He got us very drunk.

I was with Brahmadatt.

I did a bad thing, sir.

I sinned, sir.

I committed a shameless sin, sir.

Did Brahmadatt rape them?

Yes, sir.

Where's Pooja?

There were three girls, sir.

It's the truth, sir. I don't know.

-Where's Pooja, Nihal Singh? -I don't know, sir.

Please forgive me.

I made a terrible mistake, sir.

Please forgive me.

Forgive me, sir.

Don't tell Amali.

If there's news of a rape that's taken place in Badaun and Buland,

it feels far away from us.

But distance means nothing, sir.

Nihal used to...

sit a foot away from me.

For 12 long years.

Arrest Brahmadatt, Jatavji.

The Lucknow officers are waiting with my suspension orders.

If I accept them, my hands will be tied.

Mayank will bring the arrest warrant to your house.

Sign it before you go in and I'll manage the rest, sir.

I make a great potato curry.

And bitter gourd, but it won't taste bitter.

My brother Nihal thinks I make better kheer than our mother.

Tell me what you'd like to eat.

I'm not really hungry.

You and sir are never hungry. Who can I cook for?

Sir does not sleep. And what about you?

Brother's here.

I thought you might need me.

I do. A lot.

One minute.

Amali.

Do you know what rape is, child?

Ayan.

You know Shanu and Mamta were hung from a tree?

Your brother Nihal raped them too.

He told me.

He's not coming back.

He told me not to tell you, but you would have found out.

I don't know if it makes any difference

but your brother knew he'd done a bad thing.

We're here for you.

They can't stomach our anti rally protest.

They're capable of anything.

I have to go away for a few months.

Before leaving, I'd like to see you. Can you come?

Long live Bhim, Brother Binayak!

Nishad just got here.

Nokhai, take him to Patna for a few days.

They're sending me to jail again.

They'll wear you out, Nishad.

They wear everyone out.

Sometimes I think it's hopeless.

But you can't admit that. Because so many get strength from you.

But you can tell me though.

Sometimes I think about all the things I wanted to do.

I wanted to bring you flowers.

But such terrible things were happening around us.

It felt like a sin to even smile at you.

There were so many terrible things going on around us. I never got

five minutes to sit quietly near you, with our feet dipped in the river.

I've never stared at the moon for five minutes.

Or known five minutes' peace.

-Sir! -Stop!

You've shown where you truly belong, Jatav.

You're wearing a uniform and working in an office because of me.

Scum! You should've stayed a sweeper.

You should collect garbage instead. Move back!

How long must I be a sweeper?

Take him away.

Whenever Gaura speaks of Nishad, there's a glint in her eye.

I felt sure

I lacked something because you did not look at me like that. Ever.

Drive.

Move.

MISSING

-Mahantji! -Long live!

This is the land of Shabri's Lord Rama.

This is the land of Kevat's Lord Rama.

I wanted to be a writer. And a scientist.

I thought I'd write about science. But it came to nothing.

Because the place I was born into was a terrible accident.

Whatever caste you belong to,

it's time for Hindus to unite.

Time to recognize the true enemy.

Men martyred at the border

are outnumbered by those who die cleaning the sewers.

No one mourns for them.

We made a terrible mistake, sir.

Our daughters became wayward.

We tried explaining to them but they didn't listen to us, so we killed them.

If anything happens to me, it'll enrage you.

Make that anger your weapon.

But make sure you use no other weapon.

Because the day we take the path of violence

it'll be even easier to kill us.

Friends! A few young anarchists in our own community

are spreading fake rumors on WhatsApp and Facebook

in order to malign our unity.

We must be alert.

If anyone tries to raise their voice,

they're accused of being a threat to national security

and killed.

The poet Paash once said:

"We all stand in danger from this kind of threat."

Pull over.

We are not the last ones.

Many will follow.

-Mahantji! -Long live!

Long live Shanti Prasad!

-Mahantji! -Long live!

I beg your forgiveness, Gaura.

I'll ask you again and again.

But don't forgive me.

If there's more violence,

they'll be the ones to pay for it.

Who is being violent, sir?

You must've heard their slogans.

Long live Bhim!

Sometimes the quiet persistent violence behind such violence is overlooked.

It becomes part of our culture.

We don't call it violence then.

We call it law and order.

You can't be neutral, can you?

Staying neutral when a fire is raging, is standing with the ones who lit it.

Who has lit the fire?

The man who's been calling you repeatedly for the past 12 hours

he has lit the fire.

Your phone records.

Anything else to add?

Otherwise it's an open-and-shut case.

A clear-cut case of honor killing.

Sir, the three girls were only asking for a three-rupee raise.

Three rupees.

Enough to buy you... a couple of sips of mineral water.

That's all they wanted.

They were raped because of this mistake.

They were not mature enough for sex.

They were gang raped to remind them of their place in society.

Their bodies could've been hidden.

Instead they were hung from a tree to remind the scheduled caste of their place.

I've got the evidence, sir.

Their feet were tied with this rope.

They were gagged with this cloth.

The stained bed sheet found at Anshu's school.

Anshu, Brahmadatt and Nihal raped the girls.

Anyway, sir.

I'll submit the additional evidence in due course.

In the near future,

I shall present all the hard evidence in court, sir.

This case could've been dealt with by my police station.

But no.

They said: "This is what happens with these people. This is just them.

"Don't touch the food they touch. Don't let their shadows fall on you."

In English, they're called the scheduled caste,

scheduled tribes, Other Backward Classes.

But in Hindi, their caste names are used as swear words.

These castes, OBC, SC, ST represent 70% of our population, sir.

They've been marginalized and regarded as minorities for eons, sir.

And we, the 30% of the population, regard them as lesser in status.

We let them do the jobs we don't want to do.

Nowadays our toilets have jet sprays.

But even now they still go down naked into filthy sewers to clean them.

Unprotected and naked.

We know all this, we see it every day. We just ignore it.

Sir, this is the ninety-pager. My report.

I know you'll bin it.

I became a civil servant for my father.

You love Hindi so much.

I'm sure you love India very much.

But in all these years you haven't seen what's happening. When in two days I have.

Or maybe "these people" do not exist in your idea of India.

In Delhi, instead of saying "Yes, sir" every time

if you just once said "No, sir."

What's the worst that could happen?

You'd be done for, right?

That's already done.

You just don't know it.

Handle the case and the rioting.

I'm going to look for the missing girl. She's waiting for us.

I hope you remember you're suspended.

No one remembers anything here. Except for one's power.

I'll do whatever it takes to save Pooja. If it's illegal, arrest me.

In life, there's a 50-50 probability between yes or no.

And a positive outcome of 50% is a lot.

Long live India!

-Careful! -Mind your step.

She's not in the fields, sir.

They're giving up the search in the jungle.

You're entering the swamp, sir?

Someday even Brahmins have to descend from on high.

Your clothes will get soiled, sir.

Has your mother any tips on washing dirty clothes?

Not my mother, sir.

But the ads on TV say stains are a good thing.

Let's go.

Careful!

She's not in the fields, sir.

They're giving up the search in the jungle.

She must've crossed the swamp. That's our only hope.

Let's search beyond the swamp.

We'll find her, Jatav.

-Chandrabhan. -Yes, sir?

Aren't you a Rajput?

But I'm not brave like Rajputs.

I'm in the Ahir caste because of my job, Yadav.

I have the same job as Lord Krishna. Driving, I mean.

Who do you vote for? The Bicycle Party?

No, sir. Before dying, mother said always vote for the Flower Party.

-And you, Jatav? -The Elephant Party, sir.

But once Flower and Elephant joined hands.

-Then who did you vote for? -The Bicycle Party.

Sometimes the Bicycle Party backs someone from the scheduled caste.

And the Elephant Party backs Muslims.

-It gets so confusing, sir. -So then?

We don't vote, sir.

I always vote for the Hand Party.

Madanlal wasn't their candidate this year.

So I voted for the Candle Party.

Hi, Ayan. Shastri here.

Sir, I've been suspended, in case you didn't know.

Just carry on.

Continuing, sir.

Are you deep in mud?

Many people are helping, sir.

Sir!

I've found the other slipper.

Pooja! We're here.

Pooja, the police are here!

It's the police, Pooja.

Pooja!

There's an old pump house ahead. It's been shut for years.

-How far is it? -A couple of kilometers.

Pooja!

It's me! Pooja.

Jatav, I want an ambulance here in five minutes.

Following Pooja's statement

Brahmadatt was found guilty and sentenced to 11 years imprisonment.

The court found the girls' fathers had confessed under pressure.

They were exonerated and released at once.

Mahant won the election hands down.

But for irreconcilable differences over Ministerial berths

the Brahman-Dalit coalition is in danger.

What have you cooked?

Bread and vegetables.

-Give it to everyone. We're starving. -Yes.

Here you are.

-What caste are you, mother? -I am...

My India is great