Someone's Watching

I have been waiting for a while to start jotting this because it’s not merely a thought but a compilation of events or so called assumptions to establish my belief. Every religion teaches us to believe in some powers beyond our understanding and definition. In English we call that GOD. How often have you realized that there is someone or some power around you?
I have my own interpretation. Way back home, all these years, we used to get a delicious lunch every Sunday but I always wished and still long for, is the same menu the next Monday. I always wished for a something on Monday lunch and here comes your wish granted. My mom used to keep a portion for the next day. Such wishes are very personal and never said. One should watch the secret smile on the faces of little kids on such occasions. Most of the time we ignore it, but they really mean something. Who granted this wish of mine? Just for the facts, my mom is a religious person and its strict vegetarian food every Mondays and Thursdays! Getting the unexpected leftover non-veg food on a Monday was a wish that one would never wish.
As I grew up, such little wishes came as surprises and accidents until I tried to relate them and today establishing this theory. There is someone around me all the time listening to me and granting me my surprises. Well this cannot be a theory until it’s supported with events or instances. And it certainly cannot be my theory because we have a thousand novels and a hundred movies made out of this.
Moving on, as we grew up, certain decisions of life which were absurd and illogical and weird at certain point of time and proven to be wrong many a times by the knowledgeable and experienced people on our lives, turn out to be a pleasant surprise as we look back. Have you ever realized this: You just escaped a scorching Texas sun in the month of June and you wanted a butter pecan ice-cream? You know that you haven’t had any ice cream in the freezer, and don’t remember to have bought recently. You come home and with a smile just for the sake of it, open the freezer. You see the Blue Bell ice cream. Someone better is watching that secret smile. I look around over my shoulder and I can see him. I then relish the scoop as I watch National Geographic channel . He relishes my smile, trust me!
Next instance that has happened with me a couple of times, when someone asks me for driving directions and I jump on to the wheels with a fake idea of where we are heading towards and fair amount of assumptions, as I drive on with someone continuously judging my move, I see the destination to me right. May be the restaurant was never there and, earlier was located just three blocks away, or maybe I was there to witness both, or maybe he just made it for me.
Couple more instances like just finding the car keys, when I am in a hurry and am sure I had lost them the previous night, when I was all drunk and hardly able to locate where my bed is. You just see them being placed on the table beside the bed. I would have never kept them under normal circumstances, leave aside when I am four repeats down.
These are not rare events and occur every day with every human being walking the earth. I am just jotting down a few of them. Many a times you think of someone and want to talk to that person and you get a call or a mail. Theorists have already defined that as telepathy, but I still don’t believe that they believe in it!
You could very well debate with me on this with broadly two major theories. One being, that Santanu, you are trying to create a script out of non related events just for the blog or Secondly, Santanu you are too careless to have ever noticed that Rohit had bought two flavors long back and was hidden behind the ice cubes bag. I would love to both of your theories!
But what prompted me to finally get together all this was an incident on our Colorado trip last week. We started our third day of drive to Royal Gorge from Ouray and having taken all precaution and suggestions from the localities, we did not carry a snow chain for the Ford Explorer. After driving for a about an hour, I noticed a small sedan stuck n the bridge with its back comfortable resting in the sides. A family of four was struggling to get the car even straight on the road. And then as I put my foot on the gas, car was skidding back. I had given up all hopes. The snow clearing truck whizzed past, so did many on looking cars. For our company, we got a few more cars behind us. Then appeared this girl, sporty looking in her twenties, parked her car across the bridge, pulled out a sand bag and helped one after the other car get off the bridge. Our car wouldn’t move after quite an effort and on a bridge where one could barely manage to just stand steady, she skated her way from one car to the other. I really wanted to ask her name and thank her but couldn’t. All she asked was ‘where are you from and where are you headed?’ As I pulled my car off the bridge, there was no one to watch that smile. I looked over my shoulder as my friends walked up to us. I knew what her name was and where was she from. Trust me!