Rainbow hunting

You know what I'd really like? A rainbow. All the VIBGYOR gang. Some birds flying around. Pretty birds please. White birds maybe. And definitely quiet birds. I dislike the chirpy variety.

And at the end of the rainbow, there'd be a pot of gold. And not just any pot. A big fat pot of gold - weight of contents = Yokozuna's weight. A big fat pot of gold that just doesn't go away. That should be the magic of it.

I'd seen a rainbow years ago. It was one of the few times when I felt awe at the wonder of God. But most times, I don't think God really cares. He's probably one of those state government employees who get to work late, spend hours at tea, and slip out before time. And his job isn't to answer prayers, contrary to what we've been led to believe all through those childhood years. His job is just to make sure the right clouds get here on time. And he's been doing a fuck-all job of that for years now!