Man, sometimes you just need a serious distraction, right? That’s what this whole mess was about. I got stuck on this idea: how much nonsense are those old-school horoscopes, the ones that are super detailed and cultural? I mean, not the easy stuff you read in a newspaper today. I wanted to check one, properly, using my own life as the proof.
I decided to go nuclear: I needed something specific, old, and totally out of my lane. That’s how I landed on Virgo, 2015, Monthly, in Urdu. Why Urdu? Honestly, I was trying to teach myself some basic phrases and cultural things back then, just a weird phase, and I remember stumbling across this really serious-looking predictive site. I took a few screenshots of the monthly predictions for 2015, saved them to a random desktop folder—the one labeled ‘DO NOT DELETE’ that I never look in—and completely forgot about them.
Operation: Time Machine Digging
First step was finding those screens. I dug out my old laptop—you know, the chunky one, the backup for the backup—and plugged it into the wall. Had to blow the dust off the vents just to keep it from setting on fire. It took maybe ten minutes for it to even boot up. It was running some ancient operating system, total garbage.
I finally navigated through five different nested folders, past all the nonsense, and there they were. A dozen JPEGs. Mismatched fonts, blurry text. All in Urdu script. The second step? I’m not reading that. So I had to brute-force translate them. I pulled up a couple of clunky online character recognition tools, which was a nightmare because the resolution sucked, and had to clean up the text manually, but I eventually got the rough English summaries for all twelve months.
The third step was the real work: cross-referencing my actual 2015 life. And this is where the real reason for this stupid experiment starts, why I even bothered to waste a week of my life on this.
The Real Reason I Went to 2015
You see, 2015 was a killer year for me. Not in a good way. I had this idea for a side hustle, right? Tech repair, but specifically for classic arcade machines. Everyone told me it was stupid, but I had a decent chunk of cash saved up and I thought I was smarter than everyone else. I quit my decent, stable job in March, sunk practically all the savings, and bought a broken-down warehouse space I definitely couldn’t afford on my own. It was this total wreck of a building. I was betting everything on this one idea, this one big shot at being my own boss.
And then, in June, the whole thing absolutely imploded. A local competitor—a huge established firm—found out what I was doing, cut an exclusive deal with the only suppliers I needed, and basically blackballed me from getting parts. I was stuck in a giant, expensive, useless building with no income. I remember feeling like the world was ending. I had to beg for my old job back, which was embarrassing as hell, and they only took me back part-time. I spent the rest of the year trying to sell off inventory just to cover the rent for that stupid warehouse, which took until the very end of December to finally get out of.
I was only doing this silly horoscope check because I met up with an old friend, Dave, who warned me back then not to quit my job. Just last week, he brought up that miserable warehouse disaster, and it got me thinking: how could a random Urdu prediction from five years earlier be worse than the reality? Or maybe, just maybe, better? That’s what made me go digging through that old ‘DO NOT DELETE’ folder.
The Verdict: Checking the Urdu Predictions
I lined up my translated predictions next to my old calendar entries and journals, trying to be honest about the general vibe of each month. I’m telling you, it was bizarre. Here’s the rough list of hits and misses:
- January-February: Prediction said: “Unexpected financial gain.” Okay, I actually got a small, unexpected bonus from my job in February. That was weird. Point one for the prediction.
- March: Prediction said: “A bold professional decision will bring temporary instability.” That’s the exact month I quit my job! Holy crap. That’s too close to be a guess.
- April-May: Prediction said: “Focus on family and health; avoid unnecessary risks.” I spent that time renovating the warehouse, ignoring my family and taking massive risks. So the unstable outcome was true, but I actively went the opposite way on the advice.
- June: Prediction said: “A major setback in business affairs; unexpected betrayal or block.” BOOM. That’s the exact month the competitor stepped in and ruined me. I was shaking my head reading that one. Betrayal is a strong word, but yeah, it felt like it.
- July-September: Prediction said: “Time of slow, painstaking recovery; do not rush decisions. Focus on healing the financial loss.” That was three months of pure misery, trying to sell off broken arcade cabinets for pennies. That’s a certified hit.
- October-November: Prediction said: “A relationship or partnership will bring new stability.” I met my now-wife at a small local bar in early November. This one actually saved the year for me emotionally. No joke. So that’s a hit.
- December: Prediction said: “The closing of an old chapter and preparation for a new beginning.” That was the month I finally got out of that terrible warehouse lease. Chapter closed, definitely.
It’s freaking me out a little. Was the prediction 100% accurate? No, a lot of the small stuff was just filler. But the major, high-impact, life-altering events—the resignation in March, the business financial disaster in June, the new relationship in November, the final closure in December—it hit them all, hard, and in the right order. I’m not saying I believe in magic, don’t get me wrong. But running the numbers? The results are way too spooky to ignore. Maybe I just need to start looking up my 2026 predictions… in Icelandic. You know, just in case.
