MUMBAI The man's lips are twisted, whether from disgust or because he has a physical problem, I can't tell. Skinny and balding, he sidles up to me in the crowd. I don't know why he's chosen me, of the hundreds milling here. But out of the side of that twisted mouth, he mutters: "Chinmaya Sir has come, Chinmaya Sir!" My brow furrows. Who's Chinmaya Sir? As I repeat the words in my mind, I realize what he's trying to say. I ask: Chief minister? He nods vigorously, then spits out a curse word and says: "Why has he come? They will ... (more)