And where do I fit in? I am an innocent man. The school teacher, respected by all in the village. Not only am I not a killer, I also stay out of trouble. I play safe. But do not be mistaken. I am not a weak man. I am very strong inside. I can look after myself, handle firearms. I learnt how to use a gun from my father who was a farmer and had to protect his crops from marauding animals. I know how to handle an AK-47 too, although I have not yet learned how to handle the more sophisticated weapons. And I am very particular about my appearance. I always take pains to appear clean and tidy, so that people may always have a good impression of me. I do not want anyone to think that I am a terrorist, or a militant, or a guerrilla, or one of ‘the Boys’. The image I have always wanted to project is that of an innocent man. My face is clean shaven, my cheeks smooth. My clothes always immaculate. I dress in spotless white clothes, freshly, washed and ironed—white veshti, white shirt of crisp white cotton. I am careful not to show hostility or aggression towards anyone and I have practiced, through yogic exercises, the sending out of friendly rays from my inner being so as to counter any hostility towards me. I sometimes think I see a radiance surrounding myself. I feel I am wrapped in a shining, protective light which protects me from all evil forces. I have a great sense of responsibility towards the children I teach, both boys and girls, and I do a lot of social service among the people. I record the songs of the old men of the village on my cassettes so that they will be remembered for all time—a man’s life span cannot be predicted. No, especially not in these times.