The ostrich is a peculiar bird. Confronted by a problem, it buries its head in the sand and pretends that the problem does not exist.
There is another creature that has made this sandy escape into a fine art - the great Indian middle class.
Why else would our nation - with such high growth rates - be grappling with almost every conceivable issue and problem ever known to humankind?
The answer is simple: the ostrich has its head buried in the sand.
At a subconscious level though, the middle class is aware of the many festering wounds inside this land mass called India. But instead of taking up the broom collectively to clean up the nation, they have - from time to time - outsourced this most sacred of jobs to various messiahs.
And ambitious men through the ages have taken advantage of this crippling habit, to anoint themselves their saviours. Recently, there was Anna Hazare who was relatively successful.
Then a saffron clad man called Baba Ramdev woke up one day, feeling he was too grand to merely stay a yoga guru - he continues to harbour dreams of running the nation.
Since May 2012, India has seen the rise of a more charismatic wannabe messiah - Aamir Khan.
We've heard the lavish praises already: rarely in the history of television has anyone put the power of the medium to such good use. Rarely has a man who had no need to do a show like this done it for the 'greater, common good'. Rarely has any superstar anywhere in the world been so selfless, so giving.
A million eulogies have been penned for Aamir Khan and Satyamev Jayate. While nobody can deny that good has indeed been done by the show, such blanket praise masks truths staring us in the face, and prevents a kind of critical reading that is a must for a show that itself critiques social wrongs.