The King Who Cashtrated Us


The King Who Cashtrated Us

Illustration: Mandar Mhaskar/ Arré


itron, at the stroke of the midnight hour on November 8, when the world slept, India awoke to poverty and lawlessness. The moment had come when the soul of a nation, long suppressed, found itself stuck-in-deep-shit nadir. We ended on that day a period of ill-fortunes, and India, like that attractive Airtel girl, discovered herself again. Mitron, I gave you Cashtration, and if you have loved India, I hope you have sacrificed your moneyballs for the nation.

That day made 86 per cent of your currency illegal, but don’t be sad for I am crying with you. I also swear that I didn’t tell anyone about this. The BJP legit didn’t convert its money, for we hate everything black just like Donald Trump. We also have many bachelors and don’t care about the wedding season.