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This is no gibberish, but a user alert to sensitive virtual media enthusiasts who cannot digest criticism in real life. Presented in a spicy cocktail mix of English words and a conversational idiom from Marathwada, the advisory comes from a writer named Babroowan Rudrakanthawar in his just-released book, Aamadmi Without Party. While this is Babroo's fourth anthology of essays on sundry subjects — WhatsApp-addicted children, PR-driven legislators, and rent-a-quote thinkers — he maintains that the English-Marathi fusion is not a consciously chosen literary device. It is Babroo's true-to-life everyday gramin boli (rural parlance) spoken by common people of the Marathwada region; an internalisation of a foreign language with its own emotional architecture.