In the international game of "You're not my friend anymore," India has whipped out its proverbial red card and asked around 40 Canadian diplomats to pack their bags and leave ASAP. Canada, which was caught mid-sip in the global tea party, choked on its metaphorical tea, leaving enough room for prolonged awkward silence. This diplomatic melee was initiated after Canadian Prime Minister Justin Trudeau, probably whilst sniffing maple syrup, hinted that India might be the guilty party in the murder of Hardeep Singh Nijjar, a "designated terrorist" and activist campaigning for a separate Sikh state. The news has left these Canadian diplomats in India in a flurry. Some cited that, given the looming deadline, they won't have ample time to sample all the different types of curry. "We just don't understand," lamented one particularly distraught diplomat, crying into his samosa. "On what basis does he name India for Nijjar's murder? Even we had forgiven him for that 'cultural' trip with his family, where they all paraded around in Indian outfits and offended every ethnic group from here to Timbuktu." Justin Trudeau, who was busy sorting his colored socks while the diplomatic disaster unfolded, has not made an official comment. He probably finds solace in his jazzercize classes and looking 'gravely' into the camera during press briefings. India, in turn, has threatened to pull the diplomatic immunity privilege by a yet-unspecified date, raising the stakes by not clarifying if it is talking about actual immunity, or if it will just raid diplomats' bottomless chocolate hoard or repossess the much-coveted elephant statuettes in their collection. Meanwhile, the Canadian foreign ministry and the Indian government continue to see who can 'clam up' better, both expertly declining comments on the matter. The global diplomatic stage continues to gyrate like a lopsided washing machine on the fritz, with this latest development promising to generate some truly colourful dirty laundry. Until then, our thoughts and prayers are with the confused maple-syrup loving diplomats in India who are furiously searching for the nearest poutine suppliers as they are reluctantly one step away from packing their maple-leaf-patterned hockey bags to leave.