I am not a very superstitious person but there are things that I think influence our fate and sometimes God has a way of forewarning us. It’s up to us how we interpret these signals. Like for example if a cat crosses my path I won’t think twice before moving forward. I mean for God’s sake, the cat is just going on its own way. Why should I take it as a bad omen?
But I do believe in omens. In fact I was so crazy about omens during college days that I used to come up with my own ways to predict. After our exams got over and the results were looming closer, I used to get jittery, especially when I knew that I had not given my best and the chances of clearing a test were 50-50.
That was when I fell back to this strange tendency of mine to leave things to fate and try to find out if I had passed or failed using the chit system. What I used to do, was make chits of paper and write “Pass” in one and “Fail” in another. Then I used to fold them symmetrically and shake them in my palm and throw it down on the floor.
After lots of praying fervently I finally picked a chit and if the result came in my favor then I was jubilant, else everyone had to bear with my miserable attitude. But what used to surprise me is that when the actual results came out, they used to, more often than not, match with the outcome of my method of prediction.
Recently I had sent across my short story for a few anthology contests and I was eagerly awaiting the results. In a desperate bid to predict if my short story would make the cut, I fell back on my old ways of prophesizing.
I usually start from my office at 5 PM and take the public transport. There is this girl, a doctor, who takes the same bus a few stops after mine. She is really sweet and on few occasions we have exchanged pleasantries.
Now, on that day, when I was eager to know the results of the anthology contest I had taken an earlier bus. A sudden flash of inspiration struck me and I decided that if the girl, who usually travels in the 5 PM bus, also leaves office early and catches the earlier bus, then I would take it as a positive signal from God. So as her stop approached I stretched my neck and looked apprehensively at the door.
And there she was! It couldn’t be coincidence right? It was a sign from God. Never was I happier to see a doctor in my life J I flashed a bright smile to her who in all probability decided that I needed psychiatric help. But to me I had already won the competition. So sure I was of my little game of fate J
The results are yet to be out for the contest but I am pretty sure I have made it to the final list J