It was a machine that picked the draws for the Lottery. Someone said that mind can influence matter and others said chanting mantras would be enough. So I tried hocuspockusabracadabra but nothing came out of it. Then I tried the law of attraction and then again it met with misfortune. Then I tried programming my subconscious mind and again it was of no avail. I felt like an ironic bum. Lottery, you burn a hole in my pocket.
It was on the grounds a disputed site. The disputed started in the 15th century when the followers of X—religion build their holy place by reducing to rubble, the shrine of Y. Both X and Y were at loggerheads with each other. Now the Y party ruled the country. They inducted their favorite judges to pass the verdict. The judgment tried to appease both parties, but still it gave greater leverage to party Y to build the religious site that was lost to X. The followers of Y were allocated some land for their site.
He became very troublesome and used to bombard my email requesting a paid reading. In the letter he sent: my name: gender: date of birth and place were highlighted. So I wrote back to him: why can’t you use your telepathic powers and guess all of it. The bum is so irritable and persistent. He is a fucked up swami!
The Con Man
I have received this strange mail saying that we are from such and such a university in the Gulf and we have seen your profile in a job site and want to employ you. Please contact us; the university name and Gmail is given. At first I thought that they were genuine but when they asked to pay for the visa and travel I realized to my disillusionment that they are fakes.
It was incubated very long in a pouch. At first it was a baby. Then it became a teen, then a youth and then finally a middle-aged man. It is still developing the art of writing to finesse. It is a pen with interest for fiction, poetry and philosophy.
It is a beast of a thing, a chthonic deity. It grows as a monster. It does not yield to the cutting vision of a nail cutter. It has broken many nail-cutters in the process of being cut. There it stands on my toes, an ugly, defiant, deviant hideous gargoyle of an art.
Goddess itch belonged to the tickly-too kingdom. She invaded my body and started irritating me. She spread her tentacles on my legs, on my back, on my face, and even on my balls. To get rid of her I decided not to bathe. At last she left me unable to bear my smell.
He was bent on hoodwinking people. All he did was to shift the reading from one star to another. No one noticed it. There’s an other who keeps flooding my mail box with succulent offers. I am wondering, if they knew the prosperity principle in their lives why do they have to have astrology as a profession.