So, Trump slammed a 25% tariff on India—plus a 10% penalty, just because we dared to buy some arms and oil from Russia. (Next time, maybe we’ll buy popcorn too and see if he throws in another 5% for that.)
But poor Taco-Trump clearly doesn’t know the Indian DNA. We’ve been invaded, looted, colonized, and still had time to make chai, do yoga, and invent zero. We don’t just survive adversity—we turn it into memes.
He thinks tariffs and sanctions will scare us? Hello! We’ve survived thousands of years of empires, demonetisation, and Indian matchmaking. What’s a little tariff? Our population alone could form a backup nation, with spares included.
And let’s talk comfort. Take away hot water or air conditioning from an American and they might call 911. Take the same from an Indian? We’ll call it a pilgrimage. “No fridge? Great, it’s like living in Haridwar during off-season!”
Now Trump may be trying to flex, but it’s more like yoga-gone-wrong. The man flip-flops harder than dosa batter in a hot pan. He’ll realize soon that these moves are boomerangs—what you throw at others, comes spinning back… usually with extra chutney.
As D-day nears (Decision Day, not Doom), and only one day remains, we hear the Nobel Committee tried to meet Trump during his Netherlands visit. Locals were less than thrilled. (“Why is the man who can’t even spell Nobel here?”)
Trump reportedly refused to meet them unless they promised him a prize first. Not for peace—too mainstream—but maybe for a new category: “Best Performance in Simultaneously Selling Weapons and Preaching Peace.” The classic Two-in-One Trump! Devil on one shoulder, angel on the other—and somehow, both yelling at each other on Twitter.
He’s not just a president. He’s an entire comedy genre.
Like AI, Trump too seems to play both angel and devil—sometimes in the same sentence—leaving the world to guess which part was real.
Ashram, July 31, 2025
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