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Porn in Patna

A : See, the news item says that in Patna, most of the users used Rail wi-fi to watch porn.
B: See! See!!
A: What?
B: First, there is railway and wi-fi everywhere in India, even in Patna! Prabhu, tussi great ho. Second, if Nitish hasn't banned alcohol despite the deep cultural tradition that prefers inebriation of Bhakti that strikes all vices, people wouldn't have turned to Porn. You see, the power of Sanskar and vengeance of sanskar over those who forget our roots!! Third, mobiles are everywhere, that's the basis of JAM, which is the basis of financial revolution waiting in the wing. Forth, the Vatsayana and Konark temple are from this land and you liberal moron, were saying these are days of moral policing. You still say so?
A: I guess my vision is now illuminated my multiple meanings that I never saw.
B: Yea. Sages have already said it my friend. It's called अमेध्यादपि काञ्चनम्!

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