Vasthu

Dheenabhandu was emphatic. “You don’t have faith in vasthu, how can you get ahead in life? Have faith ! It is a sure fire and tested principle, handed down by our ancients.”

But to me it was a load of bull. When I met with the car accident, it was just an accident to me. But to Dheenabhandu, it happened because my car was the wrong colour, and the registration number was wrong too. When the tree fell on our bedroom, Dheenabhandu was there saying, “I told you so”. And the fact that everyone was getting ahead in life, while poor old me remained poor, in my hum-dum job at IWK? Vasthu of course.

Then one fine day I had enough. I decided that I too would embrace the principles of vasthu. I wanted to be lucky and rich and famous too.

And within months, it proved true. Vasthu was the magic way to sure riches. I admitted wholeheartedly. Now I went around telling all the other hapless folk why they were meeting with rotten luck all the time. And I would hand them my business card, which had the neat inscription at the auspicious top right (North East) corner: “Mark Antonn, Vasthu Consultant”, with the extra “n”.