It was when Veronika was waiting at Hazrat Gunj bus stop for the bus, when she was attracted to an idea, and she stepped onto a weighing machine in hope to know her weight, and that too for just a rupee.
Veronika put a rupee coin in it, and out came a colorful card that showed that she possessed dark complexion and that she was average-heighted, instead of the correct, that is to say, 50 Kgs and a fair skin.
“Rubbish!” Veronika exclaimed. She was tall and graceful looking girl and the things that inspired her the most was beautiful writing, beautiful music, amazing films and clever philosophical ideas.
She had a Roman nose, shiny forehead, rosy cheeks, dense hair and eyelids and light brown iris. Hence, this iris was much obsessed with horoscopic programmes on T.V. and elsewhere.
But no passion was more for her than for cherishing a desire to know her correct future via a perfect Guru, the ones which are roaming in our country. My city, Lucknow being no exception.
She was almost termed, by friends as an expert in make up (being make up artist in ‘The Hair Affair Saloon’)- and some of the make up tricks she had learned had also given her more joy than any woman can ever gain from her skills in the same grand parlor.
Once she, with her friend Devika, had consulted a high tech astrologer named Vivek Arora, who believed in telling public fortune via latest softwares developed by a famous Lucknowite Atheist. Vivek laughed a lot, and he compulsorily let his customers listen to his newly penned songs shaking with passion his guitar strings.
Vivek lived in Old Ganesh Gunj, in a hotch-potch locality, a house which the famous Nawab Mohammad Ali Shah had gifted his forefather after his great grandfather had randomly yet perfectly predicted the chances of an upcoming plague.
Her friend, Devika, a permanent customer of Vivek had told her about the genius of this super Guru, ”He predicts girls future perfectly, yaar!”
Unfortunately, this super Guru fell in love with her and secretly told her that nobody in the world can ever predict anyone’s future except God himself comes down for this job. Thinking him to be a fake fortune teller she lambasted him and then forwarded her fortune to many a fortune tellers but, not one matched her present or past.
Veronica was of the view that one day she will be blessed by some Godly man, as she thought all of them to be sinners or fake fortune tellers.
She believes a truthful fortune teller is a man, she is looking for. And she still stops seeing of fortune teller in a hope that he will tell something very important, pertaining to her important future.
And she is still waiting for that truthful fortune teller who would pave her way to fortunes and will bless her with at least majority of her aspiration, if not all.
And thus, last spring she had married a fake fortune teller, who is a preofessional liar yet is known among superstitious people as the utmost authority on truth, bringing her every next day’s fortune at her doorstep.
She believes…
this is a unique story, looks as it is a part of PMs swatch barat abhiyan, where the writer brooms the superstitions of the ordinary reader, with his central character !! good work !!
Very nice story. Simple yet impressive. It’s part sketch, part story.
Thanks Asad, for giving my Story your precious time!
Very impressive Story…Superstitious people should learn something from this story..