Do you believe in destiny? Do you believe in the magic of numbers? Do you believe in the consciousness of the universe?
He tossed these questions with a chuckle into the empty room.
He pressed his wrinkled hands on the crystal clear table top.Not just any table. Fifty feet long conference table made of stainless steel with a blue tinge. Not just any room. The private conference room of the chairman – with metallic blue paint, steel interiors and a glass wall to view the entire city from its height of 100 meters.
Every person attracts to himself what he’s destined for. He gets his handful of coins. He can toss and re toss them to discover his options. He can create his life out of whatever destiny provides.
What did destiny provide me with?
.. a step father who locked me up in the toilet to spend hours watching the toilet seat in the changing light of the day..
T-O-I-L-E-T H-U-E-S —— Silhouette
.. work at a construction site to lay tiles…
H-E T-I-L-E-S O-U-T —— Silhouette
.. work as a chamber boy in a hotel suite..
H-O-T-E-L S-U-I-T-E —— Silhouette
.. in the hotel The Elite of the south..
E-L-I-T-E S-O-U-T-H —— Silhouette
.. the choice between putting up with all that or hitting out..
E-L-S-E H-I-T O-U-T —— Silhouette
.. to sue the hotel for violation of human rights..
H-O-T-E-L, S-U-E I-T —— Silhouette
I saw the message the universe was silently conveying
I tossed my coins. I rearranged them. I created my life. I chose the path of fulfilling my destiny.Today 50 years later my life is still ruled by the same letters, amounting to the same magic number. Today I am the chairperson of the multi million dollar enterprise – Silhouette.
He lifted his pen, opened the First copy of his auto biography and boldly signed across the silhouette of his own profile printed on the front page.
Outside the doors of his office he was making a thousand topmost of his employees and an equal number of media persons wait impatiently for him to come out and release his autobiography, titled – The silhouette of my life!
