A story of Mumbai, MNS, North Indians and a bar of soap !!!

This happened at the start of this year - around Jan or Feb.
The whole of Mumbai was burning then.
MNS workers were all over the place - beating Bihari workers, breaking shops, slapping North Indians, abusing them.....
(In fact, they are all over the place even now - they have issued a ticket to the Big B - urging him to return to Uttar Pradesh...)

In the midst of all this, a micro incident had occurred. Of course, the incident is so minor that it means almost nothing. But since I have just opened this blog, why not add it here.

I am used to bathing with a particular brand of ayurvedic soap. Now, this soap is manufactured by the ashram of Parampujya Sant Shri Asaramjee Bapu!
Every Saturday, there is a van from the Ashram that is stationed outside the local Maruti Mandir(Lord Hanuman temple). (The locality, for your reference, is Government Colony, Bandra East, Mumbai). And it is from this van, that we often buy the ayurvedic soaps.

As I am currently staying in Mysore, and come here only once in a while, I make it a point to buy some soaps which can last till my next visit to Mumbai.
This particular day, I arrived a little late to the temple. My brother warned me that I wont be able to buy the soap as the van would be closed. And how right he was!!
Just as I arrived at the van, I found, to my horror, that the van was closed - all the items neatly packed inside. There was no chance that I would be able to bathe with my favourite brand of soaps - at least not until my next trip to Mumbai. This is because the van arrives here only on Saturdays, and I won't be present till the next Saturday! Today was my only chance.
Fortunately, I saw a girl was still sitting in the van. I went to her, and requested her to please give me the soap. I also told her that I have come all the way from Mysore, and it would be great if she can sell me the soap. Now, from her looks, I deemed her to be a Maharashtrian. And so I chose to speak in Marathi. And what a costly mistake that proved to be!! Let me explain further.
A guy wearing dhoti and kurta, and looking like a pure North Indian arrived and sat next to that girl in the van. This girl, upon my request, told him that I needed the soap, urgently. She asked him if they should give me the soap. Now, that would have been some trouble, but it was quite possible. "No" was the blunt reply from that man. And from his tone itself I found out why.
From his accent, I was sure that he was from UP (I can bet on that:)). And he had heard me speaking in fluent Marathi!!! And this is the time that Mumbai was burning. Barely a hundred metres away, on that very day, some MNS workers had broken a taxi belonging to a North Indian! If he held a grudge against me for being a Marathi, then it was quite understandable.
I went to him, and started requesting in chaste Hindi. But he did not budge. In fact, his response was very blunt, and a little rude. Which surprised me, because he did not look like a rude person. He was obviously being biased by the goings on.
But what he did not know, is that I am a theth(pure, in this context) Bihari!!!!!! Both my parents are pure Biharis, and so am I!!!!
But how do I tell this to him? I was really helpless. It does not sound good, if I go and tell him "Listen dude, you are highly mistaken. Though I can speak Marathi, I am a pure Bihari. So don't hold your grudge against me. And sell me the soaps. How else will I bathe my dear friend? I would stink. And my girlfriends would die the next time they smell my armpits for pleasure :P :P".
Of course, it was not right. So I chose to not say anything. I requested him humbly a couple of more times. But he did not listen. Started the van, and zoomed away past me.
I still don't know whether I should be dejected, disappointed, angry or amused. After much thought, I think the last emotion is what I need to use. :) :)