11/08/2025
Ten years ago, I met a young man who often poured his heart out to me. He said he couldn’t sleep at night not because of noise or illness, but because his mind was weighed down with thoughts of his bleak future: no income source, no career, no revenue, nothing. Life seemed like an endless uphill climb.
Fast forward ten years, I met the same man again. Ironically, he still couldn’t sleep at night but for a very different reason. Now his sleeplessness came from worrying about who might steal the wealth he had stolen, where to hide it, and how to keep it safe.
Today, that man sits on assets worth billions. What miraculous business did he build? What groundbreaking invention did he create? What great service did he offer the nation? Nothing. It was simply the magic or should I say, the dark art of loottantra that transformed his empty pockets into overflowing coffers.
The only thing that changed in ten years was not his fortune, but the way he earned it from the dust of despair to the glitter of stolen gold.