Harohalli Srinivasaiah Doreswamy is reclining on his bed after another busy day. But he isn’t resting. He’s leafing through printed sheets and then nods his approval to an activist standing by. The landline phone perched among a pile of books on the window sill, typical of south Bangalore homes of a certain vintage, rings and Doreswamy answers, shooting off questions relating to an event that he’d participated. No sooner than that’s done, a farmer leader drops in and they get into a discussion.