Satiricus was agog. He’d mulled over the news about Banks’ profits for last year” Gy$4 billion! One billion dollars over the 2010 profits. Anyway you sliced it, Banks had done very well for itself. “Man, that’s a whole lot of beer!” Suresh was also impressed. “I wonder if we’re going to get a piece of the action. “It was the elections, boy. You know how much beer was passed around at those rallies?” Hari obviously had personal knowledge from the certitude of his tones. “Well, me see Ramotar put Clifford…
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Boat going to water
It is not that Satiricus was apprehensive. But he was up in the air as to what would happen in Parliament when it convenes. Normally the event would be a love fest. All the newly minted Parliamentarians just pleased as punch to be going to the Public Building. They now had an excuse to wear suits to show off on their friends and enemies (mostly the latter). So what if Cheddi and Burnham had told them to wear shirt jack? “Dis chap Grain Ja a wan real Burnham man. Me…
Read MoreLooking back
Satiricus didn’t mind looking back. He figured that since the world was round, if you looked backwards eventually it curves around the globe and, voila! you’re looking ahead! The gang had wandered into the old watering hole as if drawn by some mystical drumbeats heard only by them. The conversation had been desultory. Too much imbibing of holiday spirits. “Deep boy. You deep!” Mukesh grinned. “I don’t think I’m ready for all that thinking!” “Well, look at it this way. Why you think the year begins with January?” Satiricus wasn’t…
Read MoreHoliday Spirits
Satiricus was tickled. If his pigmentation had allowed it, he would have been tickled pink. He’d received his Christmas bonus, and his eyes had bulged at the number on the cheque. Not trusting luck or fate, he’d slipped out of the pre-Christmas festivities and cashed the cheque before the boss man could change his mind – or realise his mistake? Laden with cash, as he ambled over to his car, a disheveled and dirty-looking bum approached him. The panhandler asked Satiricus for a “freck”. Satiricus asked him, “You going to…
Read MoreForeign Fright
Satiricus was resigned to his fate. His sister-in-law and her family were visiting for the holidays. The sister-in-law and children he didn’t mind; it was the husband that was the pain. You would think that he was born in the USA. But Satiricus was determined to grin and bear his chafe. It was, he figured, the season to be jolly. The two bottles of Grey Goose the twit had brought down would ease the pain. “Georgie!” called out Satiricus, for that was the name the visitor answered to, “Let’s go…
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