No, this is not yet another article on much admired filmmakers who confuse Bollywood with European art house cinema, Mumbai with Chicago, cannot take any criticism, and declare they want to sulk in grand exotic locations, when the market does not indulge them, to that favourite background score of drama queens, 'I will survive!'

This is about other gladiators, beyond the wells of Bollywood, Delhi, India Inc and cricket: young Dalit grooms who wish to go to their brides' house on a mare, and have to wear helmets, as many of them are pelted with stones by some upper caste people, both men and women, for daring to do so.