He was a man with that lean and hungry look. When I reached Dubai’s only Krsna temple, he came and sat next to me in a chair.
“I can read your face. You are deeply distressed,” he started on his own.
“Really? Did I ask you?” I shot off.
“I know astrology. You are married and you have two kids,..,” he continued. Shucks, his guesswork worked.
“Am not interested. Look for another victim.” I got up.
He held my hand. “I do prayers at the cemetery at midnight. You do not know my powers. If you do not pay me for a special ritual, you will get a bad news before you reach home today,” he dared to say this to me.
“OK. Lemme face the bad news instead of paying you. And I am also worried,” I said.
His face brightened.
I continued. “I am worried about you as you do not know who I am. You aren’t going to reach your home today,” I managed to scare him.
He remained quiet for a moment, got up and moved on murmuring something. I kept looking at him, as would a tiger look at a jackal, until he disappeared from my vision.
PS: Nothing happened. On the contrary I got a good news that my report appeared in a Delhi magazine and I would get $100. Never fall a victim to such crooks if you come across one. If possible give a kick on their butt.