Good old Bollywood rushes in and plays some music by Pritam Chakraborty. Flap your arms around and all the girls rush into your arms with their engines racing and propellers turning? Perhaps even some of them have their after burners on?
Now the Maharajah of Bikaneer in 1929 was a clever chap when it came to the sporting sher shikar. Always sent his scouts out first and knew where the clever old Shere Kahn was laid up all hungry and waiting for some poor little Mowgli to wander past like a stuffed chapati.
That is why he flew around in Rollsie Roycies, shot with a .577 nitro express and looked on the world from a gilded houdah.
Knew too where the old tiger was lurking long before the evening chorus and respected the information of any Dalit who knew where not to put the foot in the haathi tatti.