"You are really smart," I said, my voice tinged with a mix of admiration and cunning. "If you had offered 1 billion, it might not have piqued my interest. But with 5 billion, your greed mirrors my own. We're perfectly matched. You will benefit greatly from my knowledge.""So, does that mean you'll share your plans for the 5 billion?" Dave asked, his eyes sparkling with eager anticipation."We both know that such an enormous sum cannot be brought into this place swiftly. It needs to be laundered, cleansed of its illicit origins. I presume our funds are in the Cayman Islands, a zero-tax haven, correct?" I pondered aloud. "Bringing it into our country would mean losing about 40-50% of it to taxes, which neither of us wants.""You are so smart," Dave chuckled, his laughter resonating with genuine appreciation. "I enjoy conversing with a smart man. So, what shall we do with our money?""There's a company in Finland named NOKIA, makers of mobile phones. Buy their stock on the 10th of August
“I don’t want to do good things!” I yelled, my voice echoing with frustration, at the ethereal figure before me. The angel, a shimmering presence of light and grace, gazed at me with a patience that seemed to stretch beyond time itself.“Give me something other than that to clear my negative karma,” I demanded, my chest heaving with each breath.The angel sighed, a sound like the whisper of wind through leaves, and materialized at the other chair near me. “Well, there is another path,” she began, her voice a melody of celestial harmony. “The question is, can you attain it?”“What is it?” I questioned, my curiosity piqued despite my agitation.“Seek enlightenment,” the angel replied, her eyes gleaming with ancient wisdom. “You must become enlightened within two years. Transform into a being like Buddha, a yogi, someone who can see past and future, unbound by the chains of karma. Reach Nirvana. Live without desire, without wants, and find true happiness in the daily chant of the Creator
Pedaling my bicycle to school the next day, I reflected on my new mission. I had left my car parked at my new house near the school, not wanting to attract unnecessary attention. In my backpack, I carried around $20,000, a small portion of the war chest I had allocated for my karma-balancing quest. The goal was clear: earn approximately 16,666 karma points daily to meet my monthly target of 500,000.As I rode, I remembered the beggars frequently seen at traffic lights, a potential opportunity to earn some positive karma. However, when I stopped at a red light, I noticed three beggars, one cradling a baby, all with green auras above their heads. No red. This puzzled me. Were these beggars leading better lives than the average person, or were they just not in genuine need?At another red light, the same scene repeated – all green, no red. This was becoming a pattern, challenging my assumptions about who truly needed help.I parked my bicycle and entered the school, activating my Analyti
In this world, we can't agree on whether there was a Creator or not. Some say yes, some say no, and some people refer to the Creator by various names such as God, True Source, Krishna, Jesus, Allah, or Amitabha. However, no single human in this world can deny the existence of MONEY.I've heard it said that miracles vary from place to place. In one location, a miracle occurs when our desires come true, while in another, people listening to and acting upon the Creator's wishes is a miracle in itself. However, I still believe that throughout history, many people haven't heeded the Creator's wishes, but how many people fail to heed MONEY?You can be a god, and no one will believe you, but if you become a person with money, it is hard to find people who won't listen and kneel before you.So for now, people with money will become the kings!At least that's what poor people like me are thinking.During break time, Rossa approached me shortly after I had lent money to two of my male classmate
“David, I remember you have a private tutoring at 4 o’clock, right?” I asked, my voice tinged with a hint of curiosity, as I remembered he often indulged in all-day tutoring.“Not today, my teacher has something else to attend to,” David replied, his handsome face breaking into a smile that seemed to light up the room.“Alright,” I said, turning my gaze towards Vivi, seeking her approval. “Do you think I could add a friend?”"Sure, the more the merrier," she responded with a welcoming tone. But I believe she will regret it later.“Great, see you at 4 o’clock. And David, I'll pick you up too,” I confirmed, making a mental note of the plan.“Alright, it’s a deal,” David agreed, his voice carrying a note of excitement.Everyone had always seen David as the hero of our class, the epitome of perfection with his kindness, striking appearance, towering height, and athletic prowess. He seemed to possess every admirable quality one could imagine in an ideal man. But in matters of love and war,
“Sir,” I called out to the security guard, my voice quivering as I walked closer to him. My face was contorted with a panicked expression. “Can you help me?”I am trying to win an Oscar by showcasing my professional acting, so that security would believe it.“What is it?” he asked, his brow furrowing in concern.I quickly grasped his hand, shaking it firmly. “I overheard two people discussing a plan to steal cars. I'm terrified they might target my vehicle. Could you please keep an eye on them until they leave the parking building?” My eyes darted around anxiously, betraying my fear.He glanced at the money that had subtly appeared in his palm, approximately $200. His face broke into a wide, grateful smile. “Where are these two men?” he inquired, his interest piqued."Those are them," I pointed to the two men in the distance who could still be seen. "Yes, the ones in the brown and black shirts. Please, I need you to watch them until they leave," I implored, my voice laced with urgency
Jenny grappled with an internal turmoil, her voice barely more than a whisper as she tried to refuse. "I... I am sorry. I don’t give that kind of service." Her words were fraught with hesitation, an underlying struggle evident in her tone.I persisted, unable to mask my greed. "Oh, come on, just name your price." Observing her, I noticed her face flush a deep shade of red, a visible sign of her discomfort.‘Turns out she might really not be offering that kind of service.’"If you happen to be a virgin, I may pay you much more. What do you think?" I tried again.Jenny's reaction was immediate; she closed her eyes, unwilling to meet my gaze, her voice barely a murmur. "No."Undeterred, I threw out my first offer, a lure to tempt her. "$10,000. What do you think?"Her response was firm yet tremulous. "No..."I understand why I fell in love with her in the past. Her cute face, ivory skin, and a fragility reminiscent of a princess had the power to evoke a man's protective instincts.I rais
"Not much," I answered, already sensing where this was heading. At a red light, I stopped the car."Give me $500. Jenny will pay you back later," he demanded.A dark mark suddenly appeared about 20 cm above Jenny's father's head. I quickly analyzed it, and a screen appeared in front of me:[This man is asking for $500 for gambling and drinking. If you give him money, it will result in negative karma as you are enabling his greed and addiction.]The light turned green, and I continued to drive. "I am sorry, sir, I'm afraid I don't have that much money. I just made a big purchase," I lied tactfully."How much do you have?" he pressed."$200," I replied, playing along."Alright, give me $200 then," he demanded."I can only give you $100. I need to have some cash on hand in case of emergencies," I explained, trying to limit the damage while still showing some form of compliance.As I drove towards the destination, the old man's insistence on getting the money was relentless. "Just give me