Regardless of my innovative spiritual achievements, when I chose not to choose mahasamadhi on December 31, 2019, I hadn’t prepared for that 2020 would be so difficult. First, there were the anti-CAA protests and roadway blockades. Came the communal riots in north-east Delhi. And then, the COVID-19 pandemic and the nationwide lockdown. We heard about the carnage on the economic front: our GDP diminishing like linen trousers, businesses collapsing like dominoes, employers wielding the axe like Jack Nicholson in The Shining
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And then, when you believed we ‘d strike rock bottom, the Chinese decided to come and squat on our land in Ladakh. A rude thing to do, if you ask me. Then came Cyclone Amphan, ruining everything in its course other than guy’s inhumanity to guy– the only department where India continues to outshine every other country. The authorities in J&K busted a major spy operation run by a Pakistani pigeon. The pigeon, whose passport handed out its Pakistani nationality, had actually unlawfully crossed the Line of Control into India. It went through a thorough interrogation at the hands of our intelligence officials, who handled to ‘turn’ it and send it back to Pakistan as a double agent.
Soon after the pigeon was despatched, a monkey in Meerut ran away with a lot of coronavirus test samples, sparking worries of a quick sp