His father was a sort of don in a South Gujarat town, who had a Robin Hood approach to wealth. The poor and the oppressed swore by him. Although a practicing Zoroastrian, he maintained the dargah (tomb) of a local Muslim pir (saint). No destitute returned unsatisfied from his open house. Bizarre stories abounded about his occult powers. When dim bulbs were lit at twilight in ramshackle homes, residents shut their doors as soon as a hag appeared, allegedly a proponent of witchcraft. Fed up with this daily regimen of collective fear, one evening the don rushed out and grabbed......