There is something disturbingly strange about a prime minister of the world’s largest democracy failing to speak in his own country’s Parliament and then giving a chest-thumping speech outside Indian shores. By chest-thumping, I mean he thumps the table and puts his hands in the air while the faithful and nris thump their chests and get terribly excited on social media. They truly imagine that people are awe-struck and so they send intelligent and well-phrased tweets such as ‘burnol, burnol, burnol’ or ‘jealous, jealous, jealous’ (besides the usual swear words that Modi bhakts put out in battlefield internet).