As level in the first bottle fell at an alarming rate, Gill held forth on terrorists, God and faith. His language bordered on the intemperate and his thoughts were obviously venomous. Then, like a flash from the heavens, came the thought for the day and possibly the story for tomorrow: this man hates Sikhs, ergo he's obviously a Hindu communalist, part of the trend which has hurt the "Sikh psyche". A few more bottles and the next flash appeared: Gill is a Sikh. Look at the turban on his head. See the beard on his face. He's one of 'us', a Sikh who detests Sikh fanatics as much as Hindus who dislike the demolition men of the saffron brigade. One had come to terms with the phenomenon called Gill.