A Tale of Superstition!

A Tale of Superstition

 

 

One frenzied Monday morning just as I took a sharp right turn towards University (read as office) I saw this - A mammoth open dustbin 👀 click went my Lumia mainly because I wanted to document that superstitions are passé! Since childhood I have always found my granny in her lady-hitler avatar whenever she found anyone keeping a dustbin or broom near the door - the reason - one glimpse of the dustbin/broom or anything that is remotely related to dirt on your way to work would jinx your entire day! (interesting prehistoric stuff... That's what you are thinking right??!) So a jinxed Monday it was! Forget a broom or a duster I just saw (and smelled) a truckload of garbage 😐 first day of a hectic week! Wow! Just as I parked my car I realised I forgot my studious pen drive at home...ahh my granny and her superstitions weren't that prehistoric...the jinx had already cast an evil shadow on my plans to share a few pdfs with my students! On my way to the sixth floor I half-expected the lift to stop midway leaving me stranded but somehow it did not happen... Every second I felt there was a disaster waiting to happen to me but nothing really happened. It was a normal Monday...as normal as mondays always are 😉 the forgotten pen drive lingered on my mind and so did my granny's firm belief in the superstition! It couldn't be true...could it? Just then I saw something peep out from the corner of my work-desk... A rare Monday smile appeared on my face and transformed into a satisfied grin! It was my pen drive 😊 I had forgotten it on my table last week...off I went to class to share with my students the e-book on colour psychology! End of the day when the biometrics flashed my name back at me and wished me goodbye for the day, I thought to myself - superstitions are too prehistoric to be able to mess with lives of people armed with Lumia(s) and iPhone(s) huh! I thought of blogging about this, as my cars engine burped into action. I don't know what sparked the moment of anagnorisis, the lonely flowers which had settled on the car's windshield or the careful beeps of the reverse parking sensors. Should it be a happy story or a sad story?

days later now that I finished writing this Tale of Superstition there is one unanswered question - is this a happy story or a sad story? What if one age old superstition could ensure cleanliness around us, then maybe we wouldn't need multiple court orders and innumerable campaigns all in vain!!! Long ago on the banks of the Ganges in hardwar I had seen a wall poster (in Hindi) warning people not to use soap or detergent or else mother ganga shall consider you a sinner! And no one dared pollute that "ganga ghat", my granny knows not what biodegradable means, she only knows that she can't afford to jinx her family's future and she would dare not die a sinner... As for me I know that superstition is passé but I know not to be happy or sad!