When the graphic novel ‘Harappa Files’ was released in 2011, Sarnath Banerjee’s commentaries on the post-liberalised country had felt like a searingly ironic albeit humorous statement, a satirical look on what was a plausible future. He had imagined a Greater Harappa Rehabilitation, Reclamation and Redevelopment Committee that was commissioned to conduct a survey of the existing ethnography and urban mythology of a nation teetering on the edges of seismic transformations, and its far-reaching ramifications affecting the fate of every man.