A parrot astrologer and his parakeet: Tête-à-tête . . . .

Astrologer: [Good–humoredly] Parrot: Please tell me about my Destiny.

Parrot: [Feigning dizziness] Sunstroke!


Astrologer: [Mockingly] What? Am I going to suffer a sunstroke?

Parrot: Nope! Moreover, how would I know . . . . You are the learned one! I was merely suggesting that we sit under a tree! Preferably . . . . an old banyan tree!


Astrologer: [Perplexed] That is a peculiar request. Seriously unbecoming . . . . Never mind . . . . Okay. But why an old banyan tree? Why not any other tree? Moreover, what do you know about trees in the first place?


Parrot: Moreover, I am getting bad vibes . . . . maybe this place is jinxed . . . .

I am basically a bird . . . . It is my innateness . . . . It is my intrinsicality . . . . I know about trees like the back of my hand.

An old banyan tree is a sagely tree . . . . it is a sacred tree . . . .


Astrologer: Aw! That is quite awe-inspiring. Maybe you are missing your nest that you never built! I am touched! I am not a cruel or harsh man! You must have realized that by now . . . . I detest keeping you caged like this! Let us call this shared destiny or what is your favorite concept? Drat! Symbiosis right? Yep! Ours is a classic example of symbiotic relationship . . . . Your hankering for freedom is an open secret! Your unabashed temper tantrums! Sullen! That is Utopia!

Your quest for an El Dorado! It is a mirage! Prolonged captivity does make you erratic . . . . delusional and all that! I feel sorry for you . . . . really!


Parrot: Don't you get bored? Monotony!


Astrologer: Nah . . . .


Parrot: Why did you become an astrologer?


Astrologer: Duh! Isn't that obvious?


Parrot: Destiny?


Astrologer: Bingo!


Parrot: Game? You want me to play that game with you? That is a game, right? Oh please . . . . anything but cards!


Astrologer: Let's play dice!


Parrot: Socratic irony?


Astrologer: What is that?


Parrot: Why do you address me as Parrot? Isn't that pejorative? I love giving people nicknames! Pet name! Anyways . . . . Who was he?


Astrologer: Who?


Parrot: Socrates?


Astrologer: Dunno! It's all Greek to me!


Parrot: Your patron?


Astrologer: Maybe! I don't remember his face!


Parrot: How come I don't remember meeting him?


Astrologer: Because you are always sleepwalking! Absent-minded! Trancelike aloofness! Oblivious! Moreover, I don't know about birds particularly about parrots like the back of my hand! Bird mindset blah, blah, blah!


Parrot: Can I ask you something?


Astrologer: Huh?


Parrot: Do you really think that I am insolent?


Astrologer: Yep! Unwarranted . . . . character assassination is blatant insolence! I know all about your wicked plans . . . . You are scheming, foxy type . . . . And, you think that I am a con artist! That is quite heartbreaking! You are so unfeeling!


Parrot: I am overawed . . . . is that Stockholm syndrome? Eye–opener!

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