"Every time I see a line-up of politicians standing on a stage at a political rally, hands linked, arms aloft, or standing solemnly in strict pecking order watching a Republic Day march-past, I wonder which ones and how many of them will be airbrushed out of history. I also wonder who will wield the airbrush -- whether it will be one of the other characters standing on the stage or some Machiavellian operator standing out of sight in the wings. When, I often wonder, will one of the chamchas reach out, take the plumed pagri off the main saheb's head and install it on his own scalp? And who after that? Sometimes in my mind the pagris play a game of musical heads, or perhaps it's politicians' heads playing a game of musical pagris, but the questions always remain: how long will this bag of hubris remain the chief? When and how will she or he be forced by history to depart? The next question, obviously, is how will this person be remembered, forgotten and remembered again?"