Coincidences are mostly pleasant. At other times, they can be seriosuly baffling and yes, extremely unfunny, while you try to make sense of the subtle signs that life seems to offer in the form of these coincidences.
Like my relationships with pisceans, for example. Especially with piscean women.
A long time back, a frequent exchange of hastened glances between me and a certain pretty face in the neighbourhood manifested into my first crush.
And it only occurred to me some days back. She is a piscean.
It didn't end at that.
Sometime last year, I started to experience what I thought were feelings of undying love for a woman, who by the way, wouldn't have cared much about me. Really. Her sentimentality, typical of her sunsign, took its toll on me and I was left an emotional wreck.
And you guessed it right. She too, was a piscean.
Back then, I didn't look at it that way because it's too irrational for my liking. But then, it kept happening over and over and over.
Later that year, I happened to befriend a substantial number of pisceans. Why was I, a cancerian, surrounded by all the pisceans in the first place, can be vaguely explained by the way of understanding the concept of water signs. I quote from a webpage
Those graced by Water love to take their sense of the world and translate it into the artistic. They desire aesthetic beauty -- and for everyone to be happy as a result of that beauty. [...] Water Signs feel most fulfilled when they are helping others, and they do so in an enchanting, considerate and even romantic way.
Pisceans and cancerians both, are water signs. And people belonging to water signs are known to have an affinity towards the arts. Hence I was in a place full of people who have a flair for expressing themselves in a creative manner. That explains why my batch was full of Pisceans and Cancerians.
Coming back to the point.
Two women on campus, whom I befriended happened to develop deep feelings for me. No, you don't get points for guessing that both of them were pisceans.
My roomie too, turned out to be a a fish. So is a very close female friend of mine.
In retrospect, another very old friend of mine is a fish.
So is my dad.
*shudders*
Are these mere coincidences? Surely not. There has got to be some meaning of it all.
But wait. The story doesn't stop there.
I joined my workplace, last week, along with a handful of others from my batch, who got placed in the same organisation. One of them is a very cute looking Himachali female. I happened to learn from a common friend that she too, is a piscean.
One afternoon, as we sat in the office cafe, eating our lunch, she broke the ice. Went straight for the throat, too.
"What's your sunsign?", she asked with a smile that would floor charging gorillas.
"Don't worry about mine", I said.
"I know you're a piscean!", I grinned.
She eyes me like a pisces when I'm weak. I've been locked inside your heartshaped box for a week [...]
Disclaimer The
Neurotic One shall use this narcissistic recluse to blow his own trumpet, to
question the parentage of Communists and to blast the world for what it is.
Readers who do not concur, are requested to bend over and kiss his buttocks.
Readers are also strongly advised against side effects of reading Neurotica,
such as strong nausea, splitting headaches, insomnia, visions of Baba Sehgal
chasing you in a thong, suicidal depression, delirium, anti social behaviour,
transformtion into an ugly toad, nightmares about ugly and naked fat men, STDs,
Kafka dreams or brief flashes of intelligence.
If you do feel these side effects, oh well. Sue me.