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Well, its that time of the year again. Time when we wonder if there is anything to Friday the Thirteenth at all. That we do it on the damn day itself, says a lot about the supposedly ‘above-these-things’ ones amongst us. Having been incredibly lucky all my life (see? I don’t even touch anything remotely wooden looking!), I dare say I am in a rather commentor worthy position here.

Evan as far back as when I was in school, I never ever got down on my knees wishing for luck. Not that I don’t believe in luck but that I have always felt it around me. I am confident that a competent enough psychic would even see some kind of protective halo around me if he/she passed me by.

Like the Flash, I sometimes lend this aura to people around me. Some of my school-mates were wise enough to notice this quality in me and never forgot to take me on important missions and assignments. Often however, when the spoils were too little to be split, the powers that be, let me have it. I have grown up with some amount (not much) of guilt pertaining to this aspect of my lucky life.

Even when luck chooses to be evident only weeks down the line, it is I who has the last laugh. The lucky stars have pampered me so!

By the by, this Friday the thirteenth, I left home at one (1300 HRS !!), got to the Chhatrapati Shivaji Terminal platform number 13 (!!), where my train to Hyderabad came and I climbed on to my berth number 14 (phew !!).

Posted on Friday, January 20th, 2006 at 6:06 pm and filed under life, personal.

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