Love for Lottery: Part 1

This morning, I got the Straits Times from the seven-eleven close to our place as I thought I was not being in touch with regional news much. I like the Straits Times already.

I like the color, and it costs just about 7o cents. And if you walk down the street with the Straits tucked under your arm, people actually think you're a heavyweight intellectual and say Good Morning which doesnt happen otherwise.

I rifle though the pages and end up at this section which has SALE! all over it. I want to go to Body Shop and Cotton On, and Royce Chocolates all at once. Oh, and not to forget, Esprit. What do I do, burn a hole in my man's pocket? Or bone up on lots of knowledge and go on a game show. Or I could.... win the lottery. A warrrm glow creeps into me. I close my eyes and space out, rising up and floating alongside the clouds. Yes, I tell myself. Lottery is by far the best solution.

The littlest investment I can make is $1. I better go to Singapore Pools and get a Scratchit! Card. It works like this:

E.g. 3 matching $10,000 symbols Corresponding prize amount: $10,000 You scratch the panel to reveal 8 dollar symbols. Find three identical ones and you win that amount!!

Of course, winning the jackpot like something ultimate would be going too far. But one of those minor amounts. Say, 100,000$. That would be fabulous. I could get all designer stuff I want, invest in a flat...

No. I need 300,000. Or like half a million. A million should see me through. 1.5. One and a half. It's not being greedy, is it? Please God, Let me win..A LOT. I promise I'll use it properly.

And so on the way out I decide to stop and get the cards. I can just imagine one of those newsreaders going "One cardholder, believed to be in West Coast Singapore, has won an estimated amount of so-and-so."

I almost have a heartstopping moment. What will I do with 10 million?
Well, a huge party.. a get together somewhere posh. That so many storeyed hotel somewhere in CBD. It'll go on through the night with champagne and everything everybody would like. And going home presents. Chanel for the ladies. And.. martinis for men. Or shall I make it wine? I'm not into anything tech or gadget-y. God knows how they figure it out. No. None of the gadgets for them.

Then I'll take care of my family. Buy my mom the house she so wants in Valmiki Nagar. And probably start something for Dad. You name it. A Yoga School/Retreat which Dad always wanted. An NGO with proper investment and longterm finance-capability to see it through, and people working in it 9-5 for implementation and working with clients. The publicity part will be taken care of, of course. And probably get a house for my bro and his wife somewhere suburbish in Chennai, so he can be there whenever he is not overseas. Comfort for life. Did I forget my husband and the family I now belong to? No, by God. My husband should be the principal accountholder. Well, the money's ours, anyway. We're into this equally. Suppose I buy one house for us here and two houses back home, for (my husband's)Amma and Appa. I close my eyes and concentrate. Calculating everything so far, it comes to 4 million, which leaves me 6.

I'll obviously do my bit for less privileged. All of it comes to around 5. My husband;s foundation here for startups and everything will probably have a million stocked in it and they might even name it the Sankaranarayanan foundation or something. It;'s better than simply donating to temples and sitting all weekend long in their committee meetings to decide to go on holidays to Srilanka or something.

Oh, and atleast 5 grnd every month for me to get into anything I please.. and not to forget, the furniture at IKEA I MUST buy before it gets, well, taken. So that leaves... four million, minus...

I am rudely interrupted by that blaring horn. Oh crap. Was it four/five million?

I have a very good feeling as I boogie my way out and dance all the way to meeting Vish.