1880: Soldiers cowering behind a bulwark as Din delivers water to the dying on the battlefield, bullets whizzing round his head.
1911: Farmers resting on bales of hay while Din tirelessly tills the fields before the crows descend and eat the seed.
1936: Migrant workers listlessly setting up camp as Din canvasses the surrounding region for job opportunities for himself, and his compatriots too, if there’s enough work.
1955: Townsfolk searching high and low for communists while Din allows an out-of-work screenwriter to stay at his apartment “for a day or two, until this thing blows over.”
1964: Police shooting protesters with water cannons as Din limits his use of the word “nigger” to twice a week.
1992: Investors bidding up the armaments industry on rumors that the US is about to increase weapons buying while Din throws his money into biotechs because he sees a chance to make a tidy profit while riding the “it’s also making a difference” angle.
2008: Net surfers scouring the web for the last scrap of child porn as Din downloads the youtube movie, you know, the one with the pack of hyenas and the theretofore unconcerned German tourists filming them from the open jeep.
“Aye, you’re a better man than I am, Gunga Din.”