One of the tales in the voluminous Hindu mythological canon speaks of a group of Yadava boys tricking a wise old sage into thinking one of them was a pregnant woman (a disguise – as part of the trick). When the sage found out, he got angry to say the least and vowed that the mace the boy was hiding under his clothes (to appear pregnant) would be the fall of the entire Yadava race.
The boys got frightened and ground the mace up into a fine powder and threw it all over the land, hoping this would dispel the curse.
This is all you need to know in order for my metaphor below to work. However, for those VERY curious, I’ve concluded the tale at the end of this post.
The mace is like you and your passport. When your passport gets shipped across the continent to get renewed or have a visa inserted, it’s like being ground up and sprinkled all over the land. It’s a feeling of complete powerlessness. Your passport actually has more authority to travel than you do, it’s just that countries let you in because they can’t take the passport and leave you out. That would be rude.
Just hope that, when the dust settles, you and your passport are reunited and are as strong together as weapons made out of sharpened water reeds!
For those who absolutely need the end of the story:
Unfortunately, the powder somehow became a miracle seed that gave rise to strong water reeds. Over time, people started sharpening these reeds into weapons and after a bunch of menial bickering, an all out Civil War occurred and everyone ended up killing each other, proving the curse to be true and wiping out the Yadavas.
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