On a dark, depressing chilly street in an Indian town, a 25-year-old guy, his teeth chattering, as he walks along a cemetery strip, murmuring, "Ram ram ram ram ram ram..."
Meanwhile....
A robust gentleman, deep chest, sparsely clothed in saffron, a quiver full of arrows and a bow on his back knocks on a door, somewhere in India. A young man opens the door.
"Yes??"
"Err.....you called for me??"
"What?"
"Yeah??! You were the one going, 'Ram ram ram ram ram...", weren't you?"
"Aye tu chutya hai kya be!"
*Slams door*
The gentleman walks away dejected, one hand on his forehead, the other holding a white-coloured cellphone.
"Fuck you, iMaps."
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