About a kilometre from Ramlila Maidan, Anna topi-covered heads and tricolour-painted cheeks are already milling around. As one draws closer, past the busy paapad and chaat vendors, OB vans and what seems like a placard-bearing multitude, the carnivalesque atmosphere is palpable. Once through the gates, the loudspeaker speeches, impromptu mini-processions and tens of thousands of fists in the air coalesce into one amorphous presence; a united voice of protest. Men and women—young and old, in groups or alone, chanting aloud or simply listening, cleaning the slush or distributing water, camping overnight or on daily visits, carrying children on their shoulders or explaining the Lokpal juggernaut to curious foreigners—wear their impatience ‘with the way things are’ on their sleeves. The symbolism of the venue—a maidan that’s traditionally hosted countless celebrations of good prevailing over evil—hasn’t escaped them. This time they have the demon by the horns and they won’t let up until the fire in their bellies has purged “the corrupt system”. The Outlook team met some of the million mutineers to hear their stories, understand this ‘I am Anna’ movement from within.