A peek into the future....

And we're back after the break! Sorry folks, work beckoned... for a change, some would say. I was told today that I must really be working hard, cos there haven't been any new posts on my blog. Well, Fatty, weekend is here and your favorite means of entertainment is back (Gawd, you lead such a sad life ;))

Now that we're back, we need something to talk about, which becomes a difficult ask, since we've been literally living at the workplace, which we don't usually talk about here. Today is no different.

However, we did venture out for a bit, and got some interesting food for thought (also got food for the stomach and some stolen ice cream). There was a birthday to be celebrated, bumps to be given, so we went out for dinner to Ohri's Banjara, and if you've ever been there you might have noticed a certain funnily dressed gentleman sitting in front of the entrance, accompanied by a parrot. You know the drill, parrot picks up card, guy reads it out, makes people feel nice about their future, makes some money in the whole deal, everybody's happy.

Then you throw in a few people who have this inherent need to rationalise everything. They were probably born normal, but as I read on some creepy guy's T-shirt, education ruined them. Rendered them incapable of believing unless they can find a rational explanation for it. Some might call it a talent, I have often called it a curse. But, I jump the gun.

Now who doesn't like to take a peek in the future. So one by one, we all sat down to hear our traits described and our future foretold. Now, this gentleman (of the famed parrot) turns out to be fairly accurate in describing our traits and what's happened to us in the recent past, to the extent that he almost read out my Manager's feedback from the last review...scary stuff! But the funniest was, that when the Birthday Boy himself sat in the 'hot seat', the parrot just sat staring into blank space. It simply refused to draw a card. Now I've seen some weird shit with these pundit type peoples... but I've never seen this happen. And then it walks back into its cage.

Anyways, on the way back and till much later, we kept trying to figure out if this guy was just a brilliant observer and picked up vibes we didn't know existed, or if it was the parrot who studied people and figured which of the twenty odd cards to pick out... yes, that sounded like a possibility, the parrot didn't find a card that matched budday boy. OR.... was it just generic stuff that would probably fit anyone, now that couldn't be right, since what he told each of us was different and seemed targetted at most common trait or worst fear.

I've made my peace with horoscopes, thinking it's just another science (well, it's got a lot of numbers, and there's a method to it) which we don't understand yet, or have kind of forgotten, but this I can't rationalise, try as I may. So I'll let it be and hope what he told me doesn't come true ;)

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• Horoscopes
• Hyderabad
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