Once again it is that time...butterflies in the stomach, a dry mouth and so on. A secret diary is a must in such times. Pulled up a chair, sat down. Ahh, I howled, the seat was like ice. Looked down and realised I was in my PK uniform, that is, no clothes and with just a transistor lying close by. No, it was not yet another deft directorial touch by Raju Hirani but my own concept. My picture in the buff standing between the rail tracks ‘out-newsed’ even NaMo’s ‘extempore’ Independence Day address. If he focused on sanitation and the lack of toilets, my PK poster focused on how the masses, after 67 years after independence, still went without clothes. Got the symbolism?