Before anything else, I would like to take this opportunity to express my heartfelt gratitude to Prakash Jha. Henceforth, I shall walk on Mumbai’s streets wearing a gas mask and will shun chewing gums, burgers, proximity to loud speakers, high heels or any such thing that threatens the beautiful gift of life. I might also be cajoled enough to have broccoli, whose place in my life was just a notch above Aditya Pancholi and vegan dahi till now. Because Satyagraha was indeed a life-changing experience – watching it was the closest I had come to dying from self-pity over bad choices made in life, of ear-drum scarring and of boredom. Yes, it was one of those occasions you realise boredom can be fatal.