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Once upon a time, not so long ago, there lived an evil Rakshasa, in a land far far away bounded by a thick great wall.
He was called COVID 19.
Though tiny and almost invisible, the rakshasa was evil and heartless. He killed thousands and thousands of innocent people in his country until they caught him (don’t ask me how) and banished him far beyond their Great Wall.
The ambitious pest that he was, the rakshasa wanted to rule the whole wide world.
So he marched forth in search of new horizons to conquer, with his ever-increasing army.
Some countries, not aware of his evil designs, welcomed him with hugs and kisses, pizza and pasta.
Meanwhile, some other countries hardly noticed the tiny little fellow. They simply couldn’t be bothered and went about tweeting and fighting over toilet paper.
The evil rakshasa brought death and destruction wherever he went and his reign spread far and wide.
The Covid Rakshasa had now become viral.
Everywhere he went, people closed their doors, covered their faces and hid inside their homes.
The evil Rakshasa crowned himself THE EMPEROR and they now called him Corona rakshasa.
He seemed to be unstoppable in his bid to take over the whole world.
The whole world? Wait a minute….
There was one country in the world which appeared immune to his evil powers.
In spite of unleashing his most terrifying and deadly attack on them, the people of this country simply stood around and clapped, lit lamps and fire-crackers and showered rose petals! As if he was the Chief Guest at some local Housing Society Annual Day!
Corona Rakshasa was furious!
Didn’t they realize just who he was; and what he was capable of doing? That just a huff and a puff from him could blow the country down?
The leader of this country was just as bad as his countrymen. He turned out to be a crafty and devious ruler indeed.
He thought of a brilliant counter attack to protect his subjects.
Early one morning, the king took his trusted ministers to the lake near the palace. They made a long rope by using all the money in the royal treasury and began churning the lake.
They churned and churned and churned……
And suddenly, out from the lake emerged a beautiful damsel holding 2 barrels in her hands.
The pots were filled to the brim with the Holy Nectar; the powerful magic potion of strength and impotence…. I mean, immortality. (oops)
It came in 2 flavours – Desi and Phoren.
As the beautiful damsel gracefully stepped onto the banks of the lake, the entire male population of the country, came out of their homes and in spite of the blazing hot sun, stood in long lines which stretched longer than the Great Wall of China!
The damsel then went down the line and tipped the Nectar down their thirsty throats….. and hey presto!
Before they could even let out a burp the men developed bulging muscles and 8 packs. With their new found power and strength they rushed at the Rakshasa and struck one mighty blow on his head.
The evil Rakshasa fell down and broke his crown, and all his soldiers could not put him together again and they all came tumbling after……..
And that was the end of Corona Rakshasa!
After that all the people around the world lived happily ever after!