Tear it open!

You attack the paper like a five year old at christmas; soon it is all unwrapped and you see that your yogi has sent you a lamp.
No lantern with wick is this; what you have is a genuine, Indian, Alladin-style lamp, complete with dents and not a little dust.

Recalling the cartoon classic, you chuckle to yourself and use your sweater to buff off the worst of the dust. To your surprise and delight, smoke pours out of the lamp and takes shape above it; a miniture genie.

'#~][++""%><~~~~dibdib?' says he.

'Eh?' you reply.

'Ah. A Hinglish one, yes? Very good. Three wishes, being quick, what are you wanting?'

You are stunned. Here you are; a well traveled and cynical student at one of England's finer universities, talking to a genie. Your English blood wins through however, and you decide to get sarcastic.

'Power' you say, trying for a dramatic glint of the eye.

'More specific please, what power, how, in what form? Be not wasting precious time!' the genie returns testily.

You decide to really get greedy, as you are annoyed with this pushy arab. For a moment you think and then you smile.