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Magic Magic

Am I psychic ?
Or am I becoming more psychic day by day ?
Some things happen and I’m like – wow ! I knew this’d happen.

I was up above in the mountain by Lake Tahoe and something triggered the memory of H. The very next day what do I see in my mailbox? A mail from H !! That too after a gap of almost 1 year.

Was watching this movie named ‘The Italian Job’(a must-watch-movie - splendid cinematography & superb music to go with it). That triggered memory of P. P had been all awe of the movie and we’d discussed Charlize Theron over a year back.
I just opened Cogni mail(my idea of multitasking is to check mails/start server/update clearcase view/… while watching movie/tv in the night) and there it was – a mail from P.

It was around 3 to 4 months since I left Portland and I’d forgotten all about the people over there (that’s a serious problem that I have to solve. I mingle too well with people whom I interact on a day-to-day basis, almost as though they are my siblings but at the same time completely forget my earlier pals and sometimes even family!) . Suddenly one day while I was returning in train, I thought of V and within moments he called ! The earlier apartment’s advance money had come and he wanted to know how to send my share !

Miracle ? Magic ? Am I hallucinating? I am !! stop it.

Why is it ? Why is it that everyone wants a shortcut – an easy way to do something ? Why does everyone want to have some special power to get an edge over others ? why can’t we simply do our best and accept what comes our way ? why should we plead God for miracles(why in the name of heaven does God grant them? God does it, often [speaking from personal experience]) ? A hundred million whys..
Well ! As P says .. whatever !
If you look closely , everything is mystery .. and sheer magic.

Comments

ravwe said…
I mingle too well with people whom I interact on a day-to-day basis, almost as though they are my siblings but at the same time completely forget my earlier pals and sometimes even family!) ... v TRUE... DO REMEMBER OLD PALS LIKE ME AT TIMES...
9:42 AM
ravwe said…
I mingle too well with people whom I interact on a day-to-day basis, almost as though they are my siblings but at the same time completely forget my earlier pals and sometimes even family!) ... v TRUE... DO REMEMBER OLD PALS LIKE ME AT TIMES...
9:42 AM
Anonymous said…
If u get all the answers to u'r questions.....like "Why does everyone want to have some special power to get an edge over others ? " let me know....
Jo
9:20 PM
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