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I say, kill them before they kill you

"Don't Jinx it. Oh freak! I said it too soon. I don't wanna think about it already. TOUCHWOOD"

Hard to find people who do not believe in superstitions at all. Lately it happened all the more around me. Excuse me if I am mixing religion with superstition, but they both share socks for more than half the mile. My office just moved to a new building. Each desk had luck bamboo plants and a miniature Ganesh. So a bird's view on the floor will encompass tiny Ganesh in yellow or red dhoti in front of each monitor!

And if this wasn't enough, we started a new service for our client which needed new trading platform and dealers etc. This senior 'God fearing' guy got an Iskon photo of Radha Krishna...so we have a nice little God family in that area. Ganesh and radha Krishna...Marathi god meets Gujju one. I hope they get along well!

And what is absolutely crazy is that i ordered swimming cap and goggles online as i had no time to go shop and needed them sooner. When they were delivered, the packet had a complementary 'Panchmukhi Rudraksh' I mean Really? A rudraksh! At least target right people. You may send that to hook someone who has ordered for a Vaastu book or some birthstone or anything related. How is sports gear even remotely related to Rudraksh?

But that's how it is. This is one of few things you can't get away with even if you don't chose them. Like i would have never got that Ganesh on my desk but now that its here, I've kept it. I won;t pack it up an give to the office boy...or put in farthest corner of my drawer. Actually I can. I don't really care so much i guess.

And now that i mention, i am reminded of something really crazy. I mean i am indifferent to most of superstitions. But this one i abhor. Last weekend, a girl in my office was leaving for good It was her last day. All goodbyes done, i was working on my desk when she came and asked me to come with her as she needs help. I of course obliged. She made me follow her to her desk and asked me to pack that same tiny Ganesh idol in a box. I was perplexed. She told me she was chumming so she could not touch god. SHALL I KILL HER? She made sure i was not 'impure' that day and hence eligible to touch god. Seriously? I don't want to argue on it, that so lame. My first reaction was to tell her to manage herself, I won't help her with that nonsense. I just packed smiled and went back to work.

I remember being told of this thing in my 10th class. We used to have weekly Havan in DAV and the Birthday kids would preside it. On my turn, i returned to my class with some coconut etc and met this girl who i casually offered it. She refused. I was surprised and asked if she din't like coconut. She whispered in my ears that it was 'that time of the month so she can't take prasad' I din't get it then. Later heard and got to know of the concept. I still don't get it.

Superstitions are weird. Some bind us, some we just encounter each day and look away while others make us feel sick from inside. They are there nonetheless. I don't have a strong stance for most of the things. But for this, i am always dead against. There is no extent to where one can drag superstitions...engulfing everything, affecting your believes, lifestyle, identity, sanctity...Peace.

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