On Wednesday night, a former Union minister's journalist wife put out a decidedly hasty Facebook update saying Bal Thackeray was dead and, when I was reading it, a sustained burst of Diwali crackers went off outside my house. An ironic greeting that would have the iconoclast turned iconographer of Marathi pride chuckling. The reports of his death being exaggerated, being once again true after Twain's historic retort to media habits.
