Our Curse: May You Never Sleep Twice on The Same Bed!

Joy and sorrow sleep in the same bed.

You are the notorious traitor that ever came to office and a cannibalistic monster, having eaten thousands of innocent Indians live. You have an Indian face, but a Rakshasa at heart with a fat body, the color of soot, with a large tongue, and a terrible stench. You chose gambling, liquor, prostitution, slaughter, gold and ‘ram bharose’ as your permanent abodes. You are the demon wearing the garments of a king’ with a foxlike face, protruding fangs, pointed ears and long white bushy beard.

You are the vilest and execrable renegade and viler viper that ever lived upon the face of earth…and any writer want words sufficient to express your viperous treasons. You are an odious fellow and your name is hateful to all the realm of India.

Your bearded face looks as if a swarm of white ants escaping from an ink bottle, had walked over a sheet of paper without wiping their legs. If only you shave, every Indian will slap you on the cheek. You would have been a great leader if your school teacher had spanked you enough on your backside. We forgot momentarily, you never went to school! What? A 21st-century India has uneducated leader?

Why do you sit there in your office looking like an envelope without any address on it? You are too small and insignificant and make too much of an effort, with your forced smile and empty words while impersonating Gurudev to impress yourself upon the people. For every Indian, you are a small time political streetwalker accosting people with “Come home with me, dear”.

And finally, this is the curse, from every Indian who died an undignified COVID death due to your gross negligence and their destitute families, to you:

May the fleas of a thousand camels infest your white old beard! May you wander on the face of earth forever! May you never sleep twice on the same bed! May you never drink water from the same well and never cross the same river twice in a year! May you Die: Tiger catch you; Snake bite you; Steep hill fall down on you; River flow over you and dogs piss on you. May you die that inglorious death which the world has never seen.


About the Author

Dr. K. Raja Gopal Reddy is a seasoned internationally qualified Insurance professional.

What you are reading here, may not answer all the questions we have, but has the absolute power of asking unsettling questions which increase the interest in the strange world, and show the contradictory wonders lying just below the surface of the commonest things of life. Look at this disturbing but beautiful thought of Friedrich Nietzsche “God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him”.

Dr. Reddy can be reached at: raja66gopal@gmail.com

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *