India: A Million Mutinies Now - pg. 25

A little way to the right was the local Sena office, Mr Patil's domain. Structurally, it was a concrete box, a one-roomed shed; but it had been decorated on the outside to look like a fort, with a formal ad very simple kind of crenellation at the top, and with the concrete wall painted to suggest blocks of grey stone with white pointing. It was quite startling in the dust and dirt and crumble of the lane. It looked like a stage set or like something from a fairground. But it was a reminder of the warrior past of the Marathas. The past was real; the present power and organization of the Sena was real.