India, May 24 -- I had been cooped up for a good two days, perhaps not quite 48 hours, but what felt to me like a near week, when the chance to make a great, yet, short escape, came my way! The significant-other, always one to have a fixation, or call it penchant, for Swamis, was telephonically informed by a friend of the same make, that a Swami had come to town and would only bathe blessings on those if their aura was aligned in a certain saintly symmetry, with the star constellation falling in tow, and so my house-mate got to his feet with an alacrity I hadn't seen for a very long while, and more so, since he had been laid up with a backache brought on by a pinched nerve that decided not to budge an inch, announcing he was off to-finger...