A Grave Meeting on the Banks of Yamuna

A GRAVE MEETING ON THE BANKS OF YAMUNA...

MKG: THERE IS A HEAVY WEIGHT DANCING ON MY SAMADHI

JLN: WHAT IS THAT FOUL SMELL

IG: PROBABLY SWARAJ-YA, IT HAS MADE A COMEBACK YOU KNOW

JLN: I CAN'T BEAR THIS ODOR

RG: YOU MEAN SWARAJ MAZDA THE JAP

MKG: I DON'T KNOW. BUT I HEAR JAI HO SUSHMA

JLN: HOW DO YOU GUYS BEAR IT? MY ROSES ARE WILTING IN THIS LOUSY ATMOSPHERE

IG: YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN LIKE TUGHLAQ AND SET THE CAPITAL IN DAULATABAD AND NOT IN DILLI-THE-BAD

RG: IT WOULD NOT BE THE SAME. THE BRITS WERE RIGHT AS ALWAYS. THINK IF THE CAPITAL WAS STILL IN KOLKATA

JLN: I HAVE BEEN THERE. THE STINK IS THE SAME THERE AND MY ROSES WITHERED IN SECONDS

MKG: WILL YOU GUYS STOP BOTHERING ABOUT THE ROSES, THE CAPITAL AND THE MALODOR AND GET THIS FAT FEMALE OFF MY EMACIATED AND HOLED BODY

JLN, IG & RG IN CHORUS: AW, KEEP QUIET. YOU ARE NOT A TRUE GANDHI. WE ARE FAMILY. NO ONE DANCES OVER OUR GRAVES! WE ARE SPECIAL. WE ARE UNTOUCHABLES............SHIT!