A blood-curdling disaster waiting to happen in Hindutva’s laboratory in the South. What are bhakts going to do about it?

Cataclysm is not a word that must be loosely uttered or used, but a cataclysmic disaster awaits the “naadina janathe”, the 6.5 crore Kannadigas H.D.Kumaraswamy reminds us of, every day.

A pure, unmitigated, cataclysmic disaster.

Not the prospect of hearing HDK’s endless sentences. Not the prospect of hearing about a kidnapped boy called ‘Vikas’ being held at ransom for another year.

Worse.

“Uppinakayi” Bhatru says he wants to shut shop and call it quits.

On the Scoville scale, this is a tragedy bigger and more difficult to swallow than, say, Narendra Modi announcing his resignation. (Hypothetically speaking, jokers.)

The “Appe Midi” pickles from the home of “Uppinakayi” Bhatru, whose real name is Seetharam Bhat, is easily the most palatable offering from the beautiful town of Sagar.

(D.P.Satish wrote about it here six years ago)

Now, Bhatru, in his late 60s, says he has had enough, he has made enough, for him to toil any more, to play games with the blood pressure of hyper-tensive pickle-lovers.

July-end is when, he threatens, he is going to stop pickling the tender mangoes that those unfortunate enough to be at the receiving end of the Cauvery call “vadu maanga”.

The only way to stem this cataclysmic disaster is to “troll” Bhatru by placing so many orders that he will have no option to push off his premature retirement.

Phone numbers have been provided.

Jai Karnataka.