J Sai Deepak
He calls spade a spade. A fool a fool. There is no word called mercy in his vocabulary. He believes in bitter facts, naked truths. He uncovers 'satya' by disrobing 'mithya'. And then dissects it with surgical precision. He doesn't get flustered. He has tarantula's patience. I have seen people tying lots of knots of questions, going round and round. He listens, noting calmly and waiting coolly for his turn through those 'spectacular' lens of his (are they the eye piece of a Kalashnikov?). As he looks on, I wonder if he is actually window-shopping from an armoury of artillery, laser-scanning the prospective predator like an unperturbed prey, unseemly, unassumingly, with that 'lake placcid' face that says, "The moment you stop and I start, our roles are reversed (prey-predator)"! He encourages them to be uninhibited with no holds barred (as he will be in his replies, he warns). Then he answers each of the questions. And you see a ste...