…will happen no matter how hard we try. That is where fate or destiny acts up. I don’t believe in horoscopes. I do believe in a supernatural power, preferably called as God. Over the past week, few of the incidents made me think a lot.
I have never seen S pray to God on his own. No matter how hard MIL tries, he does what he wants to do only. No doubt, he accompanies us to temples or takes part in the festivals. But I always thought he is not very religious. Last week saw a major U-turn in this regard. He went to Tirupati all on his own, as he felt like praying there. We all gaped at him in awe, not sure how to react. He tells me not only he did feel the divine power, he even shouted “Govinda Govinda”. When I told this amma, she said – Only those are destined to go can go see Him. I would like to believe it, as we all have been to trying to go there for the past 2yrs.
S and I were to attend a close friend’s engagement function in Chennai on Monday. I had been dreaming on wearing a saree for so long. I even spent my spare time making my choices of jewelry. I had packed two of my sarees too. Although there was only one issue. I didn’t want to get ready at the in-laws. First, Chennai is too hot to drape a saree without AC and second, I didn’t want 4-5 molams of malli poo on my head.
I planned the trip in such a way that I would at my parents, where I have all the independence and comfort to get ready as I like. Guess what happens – there was no power at all from early morning 1 and it didnt come until it was time for us to start. I had to drop my saree plans and wear a salwar. It was pitch dark, thanks to the sudden rains at night and I was sweating profusely. S being S forgot some of his things and we were forced to go to in-laws on the way to the function. Now guess what happens – I am given a lot of flowers, new bangles, earrings to go with my dress – something I didn’t want to happen.
As soon as we were on our way again, I had to remove the flowers as I was starting to get a headache. But guess what happens as soon as I enter the function hall – the very nice aunty not only gives me lots of malli poo, but also a red rose. Sigh. There is no way I can deny those flowers without getting all the ladies in the room to turn their heads at me.
I know my malli poo and saree incidents are so petty. But doesn’t it show without saying that whatever is bound to happen will happen no matter how hard you try?!