In an auto-rickshaw that did the bump and grind through Patna’s capricious and crowded Boring road traffic, a thin tall man speaking in that much-too-loud and all-knowing manner that reeks of just a little extra ‘happy juice’, tells his bemused working class companion, “Hang on, I’ll show you that poster where Nitish looks like a real goonda. Not that one! Not that. That’s Modi Bhaiyya. There! See that red one with his devilish face and staring eyes? Now who is going to vote for a man who looks like that! Modi Bhaiyya is in America, polishing India’s image while Nitish is just glaring at us from this poster!”