One of my favourite Sunday programmes used to be to go to Manasa Gangotri, sit under a tree and read something.
One day as I sat there reading, I was disturbed by a itinerant fortune teller. Usually these people are from the northern parts of Karnataka. They wear kachche panche and jubba (kurta) and a Gandhi cap.
This one was persistent. I tried to ignore him and realised that you can't ignore someone and read at the same time. I tried telling him that I was not interested. He did not believe it. I told him that I did not believe in it. He tried to tell me that I should try him once and I would know.
Finally I asked him, "You do not even know your own future - whether I will let you tell me my future and pay you for it. How could you know my future?"
He beat a hasty retreat.
One day as I sat there reading, I was disturbed by a itinerant fortune teller. Usually these people are from the northern parts of Karnataka. They wear kachche panche and jubba (kurta) and a Gandhi cap.
This one was persistent. I tried to ignore him and realised that you can't ignore someone and read at the same time. I tried telling him that I was not interested. He did not believe it. I told him that I did not believe in it. He tried to tell me that I should try him once and I would know.
Finally I asked him, "You do not even know your own future - whether I will let you tell me my future and pay you for it. How could you know my future?"
He beat a hasty retreat.
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No comments on this one (Psst...my maternal grandfather is an Astrologer in Rishikesh ;)
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