Lucky me!

Finally, fortune is smiling at me. I am on my way to be a millionaire. Soon you will find me indulging in all finest things in life. I will be seen at the page 3 hangouts of the town wrapped in an Armani tuxedo and flanked by pretty girls.

Must have done something good some day. Otherwise why this lonely lady suddenly chose me to donate her 14 million dollars?

My stars must have shuffled their positions after decades. Otherwise how this born loser could win a 4 million pound worth lotto sweepstake even without participating?

The girls must have found out from their secret sources that I am an eligible bachelor. Otherwise why should these broad minded pretty ladies from Ukraine, Russia and Brazil send me these lovely invitations for open relationships?

The phrase – “Bhagwan jab deta hai to Chappar phar ke deta hai”, now I think it’s kind of believable.

Surely getting lucky off late. They say, luck never knocks twice. Don’t want to let go these opportunities.

I am almost there.

I reveal my secret account details and the entire fortune will be mine. I will be laughing my way to the bank. I click on those invitation links and I will be surrounded by these eighteen something hot pretty blonde ‘firangs’.


Not such a bad idea to become a millionaire this ‘recession’. What say?