So Gandhi goes in for a physical. His doctor gives the examination and starts writing a SOAP note. Gandhi can't wait and asks what the doctor has found. "Mr.Ganghi, since you walk around bare footed; your feet are heavily calloused. Furthermore, your propensity for hunger strikes has left you emaciated, you're very underweight! On top of that, what you do eventually eat, is giving you extraordinary bad breath!" "So doc, what's your prognosis?" "I'm so sorry Mr.Gandhi, but you're a super calloused fragile mystic, hexed by halitosis!"