People say that happy atmosphere nurtures creativity. The exact opposite happens with me. My creative juices start flowing when I pull my hair out with frustration.

Why frustration you may ask if you just came out of the cave after 6 months of vipassana or if you have a maid at home.

First of all, my question is, why that guy ate a bat? Hasn’t he heard about masala dosa or pani puri? And if he wanted to eat some exotic stuff, he could have made Pathrode , golibaje or something. At the most he could have eaten a rat. Or at least boiled that bat?

There is also a conspiracy theory that an intern got drunk after reading virology text book with classifications of viruses and antivirals, spilled the virus inadvertently due to hangover, and now the whole world is learning the classifications of viruses and antiviral drugs. Better to stick to the former theory because it has some drama in it. Boys have become depressed after watching doll-like Chinese girls eating bats and octopuses.

Life has come to a grounding halt. Especially, after my maid stopped coming. Initially I was like Uttara Kumara of Mahabharata. I bragged and bragged my tongue out how much my house and utensils looked cleaner after she stopped coming. But nowadays I am thinking ‘kabhi kabhi mere dil me khayal ata hai ki tum hoti to aisa hota, tum hoti to vaisa hota’.

Initially I took out four thick volumes of ‘Rook’s text book of dermatoloy’. Now I am planning to write a book called ‘Cook’s text book of Karmatology’ which is based on Karma siddhanta where it will explain you the concept of ‘maaDidduNNo maharaaya’ or ‘eat whatever you have made’. Since it is an advanced text book meant for PG students, it also says that you should not only eat what you have cooked but also wash all the utensils you have filled in the sink.

They have reported increasing divorce rates due to lock downs. In my house my husband is working so much from home that he is working 48 hours per day. At this rate I am worried what if the university may want to divorce him from the job lest they may have to double his salary.

But situation between me and my husband is pretty fine. We have agreed that we like each other quite a lot and decided to be brother and sister in our next lives. That way we can admire each other from far and will have minimal expectations from each other like appreciating each other’s children in whatsapp posts . I, being the believer between us, have secretly started praying to God that I want to be the brother, and that my sister should be straight, and should get married to a man.

The Google classrooms for my children are crushing my otherwise-strong-spirit, more than corona. They have classes, mock tests, true tests, submissions etc, everything is fine. But why should they have hangout interactive sessions? What do we do in such sessions other than scratching our heads and digging our noses? Seriously, if they trouble me more, I will end up finding a solution for this Covid pandemic so that these sessions stop.

Meawhile mother earth is partying because all her kids are out playing; ducks in Venice, civet cat in God’s own country, Dolphins in God knows where. She has found a medicine called Covid for her rogue son called human. She hopes that the medicine works but you never know with rogue sons because every story need not have a happy ending, right?

As a true follower of Swami Nityananda, I put the situation in perspective for you.

“Earth thinks that Corona is the hydroxychloroquine to the corona named human, while human thinks that hydroxychloroquine is the Swamy Nityananda for corona.”

Now it is all clear I hope.