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 sten gun on 'auto'.

He doesn't dilly daily, wish-wash. He doesn't use sugarcoated euphemisms. He doesn't do 'bheja fry'. He has vast memory and a fast information retrieval system. He has kingfisher's perspicacity. Razor sharp logic and reasoning. Bore well deep knowledge of law and history. 

He doesn't talk like those who walk on the crutches of 'mmm', 'aaa', 'eee', like those who do fillers in front of the drawn down stage screen, buying time, searching for words. He rather sprints in 'sirshashan' mode. 

He doesn't punch with pompous vocabulary (Tharoor) or peak with extemporaneous rhetoric (Ranganathan). And he doesn't have a mocking tone (Sadhguru, although sometimes, and subtly). 

He finds instant resonance with audience. 

He is scathing, brutal and deadly. He makes mincemeat of the ignorant, the imposter and the vain, all alike.