So, it was 20th december...

...When I found myself fighting, not only rikshawallahs, but also indian authorities in FRRO at Delhi. Everything was complete torment and strong aghast conquered my spirit on that
day, due to disastreous, pushy atmosphere having to cope with. Believe it or not, but for me it seems to take tremendous amount of time get used to it, being the first one and you know the rest.
Reason for me to be there was mainly getting new visa. Yeah, at the moment I dont have visa, I am in India, and only visa I have is photocopy of my swedish passport. Well, why dont you get new one from embassy fool? Hey mofo, dont ya think I havent tried? Issue is that I forgot to apply for citizenship before 21th birth day (I am citizen due to being my fathers son), hence
I have passport up to year 2015 but citizenship ended at 2007. Other thing is that I managed to lose (it was stolen, but authorities marked it as misplaced due to bueraucracy (again)). So I was sent to Embassy of Finland where I got new passport without a visa. And now I have to fight myself through paperwar in order to place my ass on Nepals soil in distant future.
I did not have enough time to fight with them, and so I flew to Varanasi without a visa. Auspicious enough, no one in Airport had not brains or interest (or I was too lucky) to ask
it or even notice the huge missing space in papers. There I met, in arrival point, principal of
university, got a drive in Safari Tata almost to Sarnath and from there I went to seek Lopon Ogyan Tanzin.
After several misunderstandings and wrong addresses, helpful monk kid helped me to his place. There I found out that my own appointments need to wait,and he had sent me email as reply before (I didnt see any, even though I checked my email every day!) , because he is leaving to Orissa to do pilgrimage in morning of 21th december. Trying to imitate spontaneosity of past masters, I joined the group, and so begun my strange, but enlightening journey in Mysterious Oddiyana...