The other day an intriguing flier that came with the morning newspaper prompted me to do what I never did in my life. Going to an astrologer. A Nadi Astrologer. An immaculate record of my past and a host of infallible projections. That's what I was promised. Two sittings with the Swami-ji and my serious efforts to understand his Hindi / English were like an ant seducing an elephant. Nevertheless, I came back with predictions as to how will I contract a major ailment this year, timings of a near-fatal accident that I will meet, knowledge of the year I will be paralyzed and, finally, enlightenment about the year I will call it quits.
My horrorscope was unfolded. For a few days the predictions stayed with me, prompting me to think of all possible ways to skirt the fate that was neatly laid out before me by Swami-ji. The driver was instructed to drive only under 60. Brushed shoulders on the narrow jogging track with greyed uncle-jis who only talked about home remedies for aching joints and thunder-thigh aunty-jis with bursting cellulites who never ever tire of talking about their daughters-in-law. Did anulom-vilom later. Ate the same very packaged oats which I had proverbially sown when I was younger or in my dreams. Later in the evening made some feeble attempts to fight shy of the daily whisky. Switched off early the TV hanging on the bedroom wall so as to sleep advised eight hours. Promised that I will purge myself of all negativity and see only positivity in my eco-system.
Its been a week. Lo & behold I am back to my old ways, asking myself if I actually wanted to know my future. Well, am not sure. But if the sand is slipping through my fingers, let me do things my way.
i.e., to Eat & Excrete, unpretentiously. And let you voyers in on a few things / learnings of my life. Only to ventillate myself. Its unintended if anyone finds the same interesting.
My horrorscope was unfolded. For a few days the predictions stayed with me, prompting me to think of all possible ways to skirt the fate that was neatly laid out before me by Swami-ji. The driver was instructed to drive only under 60. Brushed shoulders on the narrow jogging track with greyed uncle-jis who only talked about home remedies for aching joints and thunder-thigh aunty-jis with bursting cellulites who never ever tire of talking about their daughters-in-law. Did anulom-vilom later. Ate the same very packaged oats which I had proverbially sown when I was younger or in my dreams. Later in the evening made some feeble attempts to fight shy of the daily whisky. Switched off early the TV hanging on the bedroom wall so as to sleep advised eight hours. Promised that I will purge myself of all negativity and see only positivity in my eco-system.
Its been a week. Lo & behold I am back to my old ways, asking myself if I actually wanted to know my future. Well, am not sure. But if the sand is slipping through my fingers, let me do things my way.
i.e., to Eat & Excrete, unpretentiously. And let you voyers in on a few things / learnings of my life. Only to ventillate myself. Its unintended if anyone finds the same interesting.
