Issue Date: Mar 31, 2002
THINK saffron. Think sadhus and sants, communal frenzy, the Gujarat pogrom, of swords raised to the sky and the battle cry of kar sevaks and their adversaries renting a fresh spring morning. Now take a break. Picture a rishi meditating on the edge of a temple tank - say, a postcard shot of a matted hair, unshaven, bare-chested ascetic immersed in deep thought gilded by the setting sun.