Fake fate tellers…

You can see a parrot in the cage, which comes out to pick a card from the pack which is cached your fortune. They say, the parrot has got some immense magical powers and can assume your future.
Other side…
A ‘so-called’ jyotish sits with his kamandal and assures that his words are no less than ‘brahmavakya’.
Again, another one…
A serpent comes with his snake and asks to touch the snake and make a wish. If you pay him as he wished, serpent blesses you that all your wishes will come true…if not, he’ll say, “As I can see your bhavishya is not that bright. You should feed this nagraj till he turns happy and dances for you.”

And such are the way of astrologers in India. Here they sit on the roads of every city with all the equipments consisting of miscellaneous articles needed to perform jaadu types something to show they are astrologers. The red/orange coloured cloth on the forehead, the kada and Roodraksh malas around the hand and the rings on the finger all point to bearing appearances. They sit in not such an elaborate surrounding, but surely waiting for some one in need of some luck. (This is what I call…Fake fate.)

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