For anybody reading my blog who does not know this already, I’m Indian. If you have ever heard the stereotype about Indians fervently believing in astrology, it is true. There are armies of astrologers telling a gullible nation of a billion people when to plan their weddings, when they should start a business, when they should buy a new house, the list is endless. And they buy it. They bend over backwards, arrange everything around the prediction. It is bloody incredible.
Astrology is an ancient practice, with a mathematical system behind it. Interpretation is drawn from the positioning of the planets and the stars. Most modern day ‘astrologers’ are charlatans, not knowing anything about this ancient system. There are a few people who actually have made a study of it and apply it properly, though the real question is, is there is any validity to the system?
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But still, I am disposed to definitely *NOT* believe in it. But every now and then, I hear something that just makes me want to tear my hair out in confusion. In the past 2 months, my parents have taken my charts to two separate astrologers. Both have assured my parents that I *will* get married (My response to that…..HAH + rude finger sign). The part that raises my eyebrows is the following
Both parties independently predicted that there is a strong likelihood for me to meet somebody this year . Spooky bit is that both parties independently predicted that the likelihood arises in the same month- July
One of them said there is a huge protective influence, which will make sure nothing really bad happens to me (enough things that have happened in my life so far make me want to agree with this one)
The other (who has no idea of my pregnancies) told my parents that it was really good that I had not been married till now, because my charts indicate that if I did get pregnant before November 2011, there is a strong indication my life would have been in danger.
This last part is truly the one that makes me want to screech in frustration. Why would they make up something like that? Why bring up pregnancy out of nowhere? Why go and name that one month?!?! Because, adding to the weird factor, my tentative date for trying again is December 2011.
I’ve been wondering why my babies died. My brain just keeps buzzing back to this unanswerable question, picking away at it. I’ve always had this sixth sense about things that proves itself right maybe 50 % of the time. That little annoying voice has been piping up saying that that there was a reason all of this happened, that I just did not know it yet.
Everyday, my brain is so tired from buzzing around endless explanations, the scientific and the philosophical. Then when my parents relate all of this to me, and the buzzing just rises to a bloody crescendo. Ugh.
Do you believe in destiny? Do you think there is a grand plan to things? Would you buy all of this as whacky coincidence? Feel free to not hold back when you answer.