RAZEEN snorts fury at any invasion of privacy, nostrils flaring in umbrage, yet you know he's bluffing. He has a kind eye. Rearing his 16 hands 2" tall, 576 kg frame in mock protest at the sight of strangers, he calms down at the soothing tones of his groom Hem Singh. Then breaks free to take off at a steady canter round his personal paddock, muscles rippling, jet-black mane ruffled by the summer breeze. A lap later, he returns, arrogance streaming from every sweaty pore, as if to say: "You're looking at the greatest stud in India. Any questions?"