And I welcomed 2007 with a BANG!!

Woo hoo!!! welcome to the year 2007. One of the offerings the coming new year has to offer on the blog would be more of my paranoid/abnormal thinking patterns on the plate. This year promises to be exciting.... at least that's what my astrologer told me mum, so well lets see this year's set of astrological promises.

The astrologer's visit is a family event for us which occurs like new year's on the 1st of January, my dad takes the head chair smoking his cigarette throughout the conversation, with me sitting closest to my dad and my mum by my side. The astrologer sits across from my father and this time the man says...

My stars in the right position for a whole bunch of wonderful stuff to happen. Wooo Hooo!!!!

The DUDE, not God but my astrologer, claims that this year I may finally be married away. On hearing something like that from the astrologers mouth I felt my wonderful roadshow may finally come to an end. For the past year and a half my parents have done a roadshow of me, sometimes I felt like that prized pig that was shown off at the state fair. But, I was no prized pig, if I were I would have been crowned and perhaps even married off at this point in time. My parents on hearing the astrologers wonderful words on marriage looked at me and that look said it all, all I saw in my dad's eyes were Get married or Get castrated, the choice is yours; my mum on the other hand had a look filled with gleeful happiness for she was to acquire a slave of family liking. All in all, it felt like this never ending roadshow will thereby continue.

One of the other interesting things the astrologer pointed to was related to something I was interested in. The DUDE said I will make some more needed moolah and in my ever-demanding life more moolah is all the more welcome. At that point of time in the conversation all I could hear was money and more money and with the DUDE claiming I'll be doing wonderful and this and that blah blah. I felt like that little boy at that candy store staring at all that wonderful candy with a drool that would put a rabied dog to shame.

And of course the last stereotypical astrology question deemed on the health factor, and thats where the DUDE says to take care of myself. I got up from the drool infested greenbacks dream and asked "How?" The DUDE, "said you may see problems." No shit! I'll see problems, isn't health an age related issue. I am sure I'll need some Viagra by the time i'm 65 assuming I'm interested in getting some action. But my current problem was explaining to the DUDE what is the problem, so I asked him, "Am I getting hit by a bus?"

And that's when "BANG" happened my mother's reflex action hit my head, which in turn resulted in my head bobbing forward and my dad's cigarette ash flying into my eye and my mother screaming "Don't say that!!!"

That's where my health problem was, "My mouth"... anyways, Happy New Year!!!