Social Capital

Bhavna Ma’am taught Pierre Bourdieu to the class. She explained it well and it stuck. But at the time, I was not that concerned because I had no idea how much it would explain so many things in adult life. Nor how much it would reverberate in my brain as the years passed.

The Social Capital of it all, I mean.

Social capital is perceived capital. It is symbolic. But as all symbols go, its significance and worth rest on how other people view it. View it, yes, and more importantly, value it.

In my own life, I have had the privilege of being an officer’s kid. And in Mizoram, to have grown up and based in Aizawl. I don’t know how far other people also acknowledge their own entitlement and advantages by the virtue of their birth very much in their own lives but in mine, I know it has, in so many cases, shaped the way people view me. First impressions, at least. The rest, unfortunately, is up to me.

There is a leg up that I have that a lot of people don’t have. It is easier to float through life if people assume that you are worth it. If they deem you unworthy later, that was on you. But if you have to start anything with people thinking you might not be enough, it is very difficult to change their perspectives. 

In my own life, I have experienced this for myself in North India. There, street urchins would look at you and catcall you. Chinky! Momo! Ching Chong! I mean… they were not even subtle about it. People just assumed you were not worth shit just because you were from the Northeast. You had to be twice as good as other people, as they say, to be considered half as good as them. They usually say that about women in “men’s fields” but it applies here too. As with all prejudices.

You learn to live with it, of course, either ways, easy and tough. The easy part is undemanding. Well, duh. But if you’re self-aware, it is sometimes difficult to accept when you notice this negative inequality of treatment meted out to people, especially people you actually are fond of. Or even if you’re not fond of, if you’re aware of the disparity, worth for worth, it just makes you uncomfortable.

You do build your own social capital, of course. It is very possible. People with little to no social backgrounds break out, develop incredible PR, mold impressive Images and build up their own Inheritance. But where you start out is so important. As Paris Hilton would say, tongue firmly in cheek, the first step to being an heiress is to choose your genes. 

You can’t argue with that.

Not Ready To Make Nice

I’m old enough to remember when the Dixie Chicks got cancelled. 

2003 had George W. Bush as POTUS. There was a joke going on that when he visited India, he referred to the “mountains of Delhi” and that snarkily amused DU kids no end. I don’t even know if it was a real quote. It is possible, I guess. I have no real reference. On the other hand, Dubyaman was around and it could be from there, some sort of comic exaggeration. I don’t really remember. I just remember the snickering. And the art. Dubyaman was gold.

I do remember that when Dixie Chicks said they didn’t support the Iraq war and that they were ashamed that Bush was from Texas, as were they, they got cancelled. They got death threats. They got their music paraphernalia mutilated and burnt and destroyed.  That was to symbolically kill their art. 

But I guess art doesn’t die like that.

Artists die. A lot of them even kill themselves. They tend to be very delicate. One of the most poignant ones get highlighted and put into songs that live on long after the artists die. Like Vincent van Gogh, forever immortalized in the song Vincent (Starry Night) by Don Mc Lean, with the haunting line: 

     You took your life as lovers often do

     But I could have told you, Vincent

     This world was never meant 

     For one as beautiful as you.

Oof. Right in the feels. Just in case Van Gogh’s art somehow doesn’t survive, I’m guessing this song will. It just needs someone to remember it. Or even think about Marilyn Monroe with Elton John’s beautiful tribute in Candle In The Wind:

     And it seems to me you lived your life

     Like a candle in the wind

     Never knowing who to cling to

     When the rain set in

     And I would've liked to know you

     But I was just a kid

     Your candle burned out long before

     Your legend ever did

Which, as we know, worked again for Diana, Princess of Wales, with a few minor changes:

     And it seems to me you lived your life

     Like a candle in the wind:

     Never fading with the sunset 

     When the rain set in.

     And your footsteps will always fall here, 

     Among England's greenest hills;

     Your candle's burned out long before

     Your legend ever will.

How do people do this? Artists have the ability to take on other people’s pain and make it their own. The fucked up bit is that they tend to pass that on. I guess that’s good. In a way. They find the ways to help you express yourself in ways you cannot. And they can find the ways to make other people understand that feeling. That’s incredible power.

Across art forms, artists have always provided platforms for people to share their different lives and experiences. I am always endlessly amazed.

Thank God for art. Right?!

It is so strange to be able to understand situations you would never find yourself in. But you find your humanity in fiction sometimes! How weird is that? Or you could travel through the world, lost in a book. You can even understand languages from snippets across different art – the written word, as song lyrics, as titles to painting and sculptures, movie quotes. Endless ways of expression. 

Sometimes the artists share their soul and their lives with you. Taylor Swift is famous for that. Her entire empire depends on her story-telling, especially the ones that cover her own life. Dolly Parton and Shania Twain did something of the opposite earlier. Jolene is supposed to be just a figment of her imagination. From This Moment On was supposedly written during a football game and she was bored. 

And then there was the Dixie Chicks. Not Ready To Make Nice was angry right from the first note. There was pain there in that first twang of strings. Natalie’s voice gets stronger and angrier all the time, even with the little cheek in verse 3. By the time she got to the Bridge, her pain was gushing out, bleeding and raw, like angry red slashes. Even the violin was angry. I don’t know how to explain it but I’ve never heard angrier violin as that short violin solo. The vocals turned more melodic and softer again by the end, but it was still stubborn and unrepentant. 

Damn, that was a good song.

Is it bad that I am glad they got cancelled for some time? All things considered, I mean. They got vindicated with a vengeance again, after all. And going strong. And we got wonderful music. For people not ready to make nice. Yet.

Priyanka Chopra

With a net worth of $80 million, Priyanka Chopra, the brand, is impressive! I didn’t know quite how rich she was, so I had to Google it. Which I did because I like how she is doing being rich.

She is so obviously delighting in her wealth. It’s fun checking out her IG page. She’s always at some fancy pants event or location, posing for pictures and looking gorgeous. 

What I like best about it is that she doesn’t seem to take things for granted. She’s always showing off her family, her brand, her work, her vacations, her life. When you’ve been rich for a long time and you’re as well-travelled as she is, I imagine it would be easy to be disenchanted. But she doesn’t appear to be such. She always seems to be marveling at the things she is seeing, the clothes and jewelry and makeup she is wearing, the people she is meeting, the events she is attending, the experiences she is having. Even the things she seems to do all the time. Like celebrity parties.

I get that she is an actor and she is promoting a Lifestyle. I don’t necessarily consider myself a fan of hers and I'm not sure I agree with a lot of her choices. But it is really cool to look at her wow-ing over all these hobnobbing rather than appear disillusioned. I am a born cynic but perhaps because I am such, I like seeing people obviously enjoy things.

Come to that, it is a pet peeve of mine to see people appear jaundiced over other people having fun and/or experiencing new things. I notice this sometimes. Even with things as common place as, say, flying. Sure some people might have grown up flying here and there but some others fly for the first time as adults. And sometimes I watch these people look all judgy at these first-timers like royalty judging peasants or something. Like people being excited and/or nervous over things was indicative of them being uncultured or less refined than they are. It’s true of restaurant experiences too sometimes. Or pool parties. Or fancy booze. All of us are ‘fancier than’ but also ‘less than’ compared with others.

With PC, a lot of these shit must be old hat for her, especially modelling events, because she’s been doing this since she was 17. But she never looks bored. She always looks like she’s appreciative of where she is.

I like this about her. There are a lot of celebrities who know how to be rich, in my opinion. Enya comes to mind – living in a castle with cats. Shania Twain is another – do the glam tour and then retire to Geneva and ride horses and walk around barefoot and shit. Just more lowkey than PC. PC appears not to be a homely type of person so her sharing the things her money is buying her and still getting excited over them is nice to see. You don’t need to rub it in people’s faces that you’re rich and pretty, but I don’t get that vibe from her IG, just a lot of excitement.

I wish for more people to relish the things they get to do.

Professionalism

Once during a particularly lonely night in NIFM Faridabad, angry over an exam I didn’t particularly want to pass, frustrated over choices I made that were incredibly stupid, and above all, unable to sleep because of all the anxiety, I decided to play a movie as white noise while I tried to study.

I played Mean Girls.

I figured it was a nice movie, there were no surprises there, the dialogue is sparkling and witty, the delivery is sharp and on point. Just nice. A feel good movie. So I stared into my material and had the movie playing in the background on my laptop.

I have watched and re-watched Mean Girls many times but I remember this re-watch particularly well because it was that night that made me appreciate how professional some people were in the art of film-making. I could tell exactly which scenes were playing from the audio alone. The little dramatic changes were magnified. I didn’t need to watch it to know when the acts shifted from the little music and sounds. I stopped studying and made it a game of my own to not watch it at all but just absorb the movie aurally.

Ever since that night, I have been sensitized to this aspect of film-making: how some films deserve to win all the accolades and positive criticisms because they are just so good. People think it is the camera quality, the high definition visuals, the budget, the premise, the pretty people and everything else. But while these bits are important and eye-catching, they are actually a very superficial part of what makes a film good.

I remember watching Psycho one time. That movie was made in 1960. I didn’t like the movie at all because I’m not a fan of horror/thriller as a genre but I loved the movie at the same time because dear lawd, that was quality filmmaking! The angles made sense, the characters played their parts, the whole thing was designed to titillate your senses the way the director wanted to. It was captivating. 

See, in the end, your senses require more than pretty clothes and pretty faces. The direction that actors get make so much difference. I notice this with Britney Spears and Taylor Swift a ton; they’re awkward and weird when they face the camera on their own but under proper direction, they are simply magic. Or Robert Pattinson in Twillight versus everything else he is in!

I don’t really know film-making so I don’t know what goes on and what needs to go down. But of the little I have managed to learn to notice on my own, the end visuals really is honestly the least of it all. Authenticity of script in terms of both story-line and dialogue, easter eggs, costumes, expressions of actors, audio and (my gawd) the background audio of it all, the soundtrack – I mean, think My Heart Will Go On and Titanic! – the minor characters, location scouting, angles of camera… 

Everything is quite interesting if it is done right. I’m not even interested in film-making but when even I can figure out how impressive these things are, I wonder what else gets done and what needs to get done. It should be very interesting. Maybe I should talk to Tenzin one of these days and get her opinion on it all. Now there’s a mental note for me.

In any case, I passed the exam, so all’s well that ends well, I guess.

NB: I am watching Squid Game 2 at the moment so it's too soon to comment and Spoilers still apply I guess but they used Con Te Partiro in ep 1! 'What's Operatic Pop doing in Squid Game?' I thought. But as it turned out, it made sense. It worked! How?! Ugh. Brilliant filmmaking.

Chepa Lemchan

There are coverages of it on YouTube as I found out later but up till I was posted in Hnahthial, I had never heard of it. But once I heard of it, I was obsessed with attending. So my sisters and I made plans to attend it. We combined this with scaling Phawngpui Peak so it was a two birds one stone situation, us three for the Season Holidays, packing everything we can in one holiday package.

It, being, of course, Chepa Lemchan. To the uninitiated, this is an annual January 2nd Event in Darzo Village in Hnahthial district.

People dress up in the wackiest ways they can think of. Not just as its namesake which is basically to pretend to be a Chepa. Google says this is a Malay tree shrew. I thought it was a squirrel. Whatever the English word for the animal, a chepa in Mizo.

So! Bottom line is, people dress up. Evidently there was no gatekeeping with the costumes. I saw a lot of men and boys in drag. I saw people paint their whole bodies red, fluorescent green, black (from soot, no less!) There were people who came in couple-wear, like a bride and groom. Or like a two person drum set. Or a couple of police-men who had fun arresting people. I even saw a Hulk. There were also people who came dressed as what I can only assume, animals. They’d painted their bodies black or red and wore elaborate masks and/or real animal skulls. One of them looked like he had two heads, one at the front, one at the back. It was a lot of fun!

If kids found you on the streets with a clean face and no costume on (the horror!), they chase you down and paint your face black. Grand fun! We paraded across the town on the street, stopping every now and then to dance and meet up with others. Or to catch candy that people throw at the crowd from their rooftops. Lots of revelry. And so early in the day so you don’t even have to be drunk to partay! Today’s parade started at around 10:30. The locals said it was late.

It reminded me of Mardi Gras and Halloween and Comic Con Cosplay and Day of the Dead. Or Holi. 

Because you can't be allowed on the street during parade time and not participate. But it's like that thing with bees and their equivalency to humans. You just need to get past the Gate. Apparently in a beehive, if a hornet can stealth past the guards and enter a hive, the bees literally let their guard down and let it do whatever it wants. Same way, if you can get past a Security Gate in a human building, you can pretty much do your thing. People stop treating you as different and just accept you as their own, even if they are not sure about you and your intentions. Like bees. 

And like Chepa Lemchan. 

You go out in the street during Parade Time, you will get stares and calculated glances. But once someone attacks you and your face is suitably soot-ed up, you're in! You could be in a Polar Suit or a random everyday jacket it's OK, you have been deemed costumed up, you were a Chepa, you were part of the Hive! 

I’m afraid I don’t know its origin. Or why a Chepa, of all animals! But it didn’t really matter. It was fun, all the same. I went to the parade with a little ginger kitten. I hope more people come and attend this.

January 2nd. You know when and where now.

Phawngpui 2.0

Bon khawp mai!

Hnahthial aṭangin Phawngpui a hla lo tih ka lo hre lo pek a. Ka hriat veleh pawh ka kal ta reng a. Mahse kal hmasak na ah chuan Farpak thleng chauh ka kal a. A nuam tawk fu. Thaltlang thleng kan in khalh a, chuta ṭangin Farpak Pick-Up in kan chho a, phul ah hun hlimawm tak kan han hmang a. Combo nen Pick-Up hnungah kan concert thla leh a. Ka rilru ah erawh chuan ka laizawn ten a tlang chhip lawn chhuah an peih ang, tih a lang nghal.

An lo peih reng bawk a. An peih mai pawh ni lo, an chak em em a. Chawlh rual hun kan nghak vang vang a. Kum tawp Hunpui Chawlh lai bak a remchang mawh ngang mai. Mahse Kumhlui Nitla Tawp Ber en a rem alawm, kan ti a. Kan tum ruh hle.

A hria apiangin “In bei sek em mai”, min ti vek thung.

BDO Sangau Pu Manga’n biak tur List min pe a. Kan be kual a. Lehlang turin 31st zing 6AM ah kan unau thum, Puia, kan uite Snowy leh zawhte no Chichia nen Hnahthial aṭangin kan chhuak a. Sangau Pi Ropuii restaurant ah zing chaw kan order sa kan va ei a, ni tlak hnuah kan lo haw chauh dawn a nia aw, ti chungin tlai chaw kan order bawk a. BDO Qtrs Chowkidar fanu Rinawmi’n quarter min lo hawn sak a. Sangau to Thaltlang kawng a ṭhat vak loh vangin BDO complex ah Bolero hnutchhiahin Pu Sasanga of Thaltlang Pick-Up hnungah kan in sawh phei ta a.

Farpak thleng chu ka la in ti hre ve khawp mai. Kawng chinchang te pawh ka laizawn te ka la hrilhfiah ve mawlh mawlh. Pick-Up aṭanga kan chhuk chiah chu Phawngpui Peak awmna hre reng si kha a letling zawng ka’n han hawi pui leh mauh pek a. Ka driver Puia hian kawng bo ka hrat zia a hrechiang a, ka mikhual te hi tlang chhip ka thlen pui theih a ring lo reng a. A ring dik mai thei. A direction dik zawng min hrilh chawp a, kan pali leh ran pahnih nen kan han lawn ṭan ta a.

Phawngpui chhip chu a hla e. Farpak aṭang khan tlang thumna a ni a. Kilometre 7 lawn a ngai a. Kan lawn ṭan tirh na aṭang khan Phawngpui Peak chu a la pawl raih, tih in a hrilhfiah mai thei.

Kan lawn ṭan chu hma ka hruai a, kan ke pen pawh a la zang. Ka kal dan pangaia ka kal hi kan han review meuh chuan “Kan kal ṭan khan kan kal chak ka ti reng a ni” min tih khum hrep. Tlang 2 na velah kha chuan thin a chhe hlar vek tawh mahse kan duhthlan ngeia kal kha kan ni vei sia e, han mawhpuh tur dang kha an vang! Sawi pangai theih reng pawh kan ṭawng vin hlur ringawt mai ani. Tlang 2 na aṭanga kan chhuk leh tur, 5kms kan kal tawh tih lo record tu kha chuan, “Tihian haw tawh mai ang u” a ti tawp tawh. Mahse “Khati chen kan hah pui tawh a, soft thei kan ni tawh lo”, ka ti let hlur a. Kan kal ve zel tho a.

Tlang 3 na, Phawngpui Peak kan han lawn chho tak tak chu Lord of the Rings a Orcs ho awmna vela Hobbit 4 in zui hnek hnek hi kan ang fu tawh a ni. LOTR-a hming pawh kan hre fuh tawh lo. Gundabad pawh Gundur emaw kan ti tawh a, nuih a za ṭha leh. Mahse hemi tlang hi a hlauhawm ber a. Tlak na tur a san piah lam ah lung khawkrawk a tam a, vawn chhan tur iron railing a lo awm tih hmuh phei chuan a him viau lo tih a hriat nghal. Gundur tih lah khan nuih a ti za. Nuih chiam kha a ngam awm si loh, “Min ti nui su!” ti tuar tuar pahin leh tlang khawkrawk ah in dawm bet chai pahin kan nui khek tuar tuar. A va hrehawm tak! A za ngang mai si.

LOTR journey hi a ang hrim hrim. Phawngpui Peak enkawltu te hi an fakawm ka ti thlawt. Trail a awm a, a fai han tih bak chu Gundur laia iron railing bak hi cement/mortar a awm lo. Farpak ah Memorial Stone 1 leh Rest House 1 a awm a, Phawngpui Peak ah Cross leh bawlhhlawh paihna a awm bawk a. Chumi bak chu mihring hnuhma a tlem. Khawthlir nuam deuh lai turah ṭhutthleng a awm leh tawp. LOTR Shire vel ang deuh deuh turin mau/thing “gate”, circular-a tan bial emaw kawih kual emaw, mawi deuh deuh a awm a. A chhuat ah vahrit in lei a hai na tih vel bak hnuhma dang a awm meuh lo.

Tlang 1 na kan kal lai hian pafa kan tawk a. A la hla em, ka ti kha “Hla vak tawh lo e, kawng chho a tlem tawh a” tihin min chhang. A va han daw heh em em tak! Tlang 3 na kan lawn chhoh lai phei chuan mihring pawh ni lo ah kan chhuah tawh, a dawt sawi khan lung a ti awi tawh mawlh lo. “Kha Lasi Pa dawt sawi kha!” kan ti sek. Tu tih luihna mahin kan lawn si lo, kan Lasi pa khan kan anchhia kha a dawng ta mawlh mawlh hi a ni ber. “A la hla, ti tal se chuan rilru ah pawh kan hrethiam ve tur a nia” kan ti hmuar hmuar. 

A hla ngang a ni. Reiek Tlang hi tun ang a nih hma hian kan lawn tawh a. Mahse Reiek chu chhip 1 a ni mai a, kal lamah a chho, haw lamah chhuk tih kha kan hre sa a. Tun erawh chu haw lamah pawh chhuk/chho a awm dawn tih kan hriat vang khan rilru a hahdam mawh khawp mai. Zawhte note backpack a ak tu pawh khan tlang 3 na chho ah kha chuan zawhte a lo ngiau zeuh kha, bag hnungben chawrh pahin “Bengchheng!” a ti vin hlar. Zawhte pawh ri a siam tawh miah lo, a muhil nghal hmak. Ran â pawhin kan zaidam seng tawh lo tih kha a hrethiam ve hle a ni.

Snowy hi Mizo Uite Buk kan tih ang kha a ni a. Lui ah kan hruai chuan pawm/puak haw ziah a ngai. Dap chhuat ah pawh a kal thiam lo. Mahse Farpak-Phawngpui hi a kal chhuak vek thei. A hah em em awm pawhin a lang lo. Mak kan ti tlang. Heng uite buk ho hi Nepal tlang sang lampang aṭanga Gorkhali ho rawn hruai luh emawni le, tlang sangah a tlangnel em mai, kan ti kan ti mai. A fel hi kan ti em em! Kan zawhte Chichi pawh Phawngpui tlang “lawn” chhuak ah chuan a naupang ber ang, thla 3 chauh a la ni. Zawhte ah phei chuan a lawn chhuak awmchhun a nih kan ring. A ki ka siam sak dawn a, ka theihnghilh. Thlalak nan hmawlh te ka vuah dawn a, a harsa.

Gundur piah hlekah Di Hmun kan thleng a, Puia’n “A hla tawh lo” a ti pawh kha, han lawn tak ah chuan a lo la hnai em em si lo. “Puia pawh hi dawt i lo sawi thei khawp mai,” tih kha a ri ta zauh. A la hla em, tih leh pawhin Puia hian “Ka hriat sual loh chuan…” tih bak a sawi ngam tawh nang! “Khilai ah khian Cross ka hmu in ka hria,” ka tih erawh chuan Puia chu a rawn pawr thar nasa. “Aw! Kha kha a tlang chhip!” a rawn ti. Tlang chhipa Cross dah hi sawisel ka hrat hle na in Phawngpui Peak a cross kha chu a mawi ka ti khawp mai!

Hah zawng zawng kha kan theihnghilh nghal leh vek mai. Kan dinhmun a sang hle mai, kan ti a, kan nui dar dar. Tlang chhip dang te chu kan chhuk en vel. Mind Over Matter, tih hi a lo dik fu a ni.

Darkar 2 leh tlem kan lawn tih kan hriat vang khan haw lampang kha kan hmanhmawh leh a. A Peak ai chuan Farpak a mawi zawk a, Kumhlui Ni Tla en na tur atan kan duh zawk tih kan hriat vangin 2PM ah kan chhuk leh ṭan ta a. A chauh thlak zawng a ni. Mau kan hawl far a. Pheikhawk hrui pawh kan suih ṭha ngun tawh. Mi pheikhawk hrui suih pawh kan nghak peih tlang hle. Gundur a chhuk lam phei chu a den full. Bottle 1 kan thlauh palh pawh Puia tlawmngai in zu chhar ṭalh a tum ang tih hlau in ka u in a tiang in a hnawl thla zung zung. A ngai te te in Gundur hlauhawm lai berah hian nuih a za leh. Tha zawi tawh nen, a va hrehawm tak. Tlang pangah, lung khawkrawk ah, zangthal ar in kan bet a, kan nui leh te te ṭhin. Hlimawm ve phian. Mahse ka peih tawh vak lo.

Hetiang teh hrep tlang lawn dawn chuan Boombox te, damdawi bottle te, ei tur extra te, power bank te hi thil pawimawh ber an lo ni reng reng lo, tih kan hrechiang viau a ni. A pawimawh ber chu kawr zangkhai leh tui leh ORS. A bak zawng chu tih ve mai mai. Thlalak pawh phone 1 a awm chuan a tawk. 

Tunge pHawNGpui tLaNg cHu a vAwt aSiN, tHli a tAm aSiN, ti kha? December 31st, 2024 hian a vawt hlawl lo, thli pawh a tam lo reng reng. Thlan hi a luang zawih zawih. Ka laizawn te “Baseball cap khum su, a vawt an ti a, ka lukhum lum hawh mai ru”, ka tih a ka force te kha an hnawk fu a ni. OK fine, tlai lam chu a vawt deuh thung a. Keng ula, mahse Farpak ah tu emaw bulah hnutchhiah mai tur. Tlang lawn nan a pawimawh fahran lo. An rit duh hle tih zawng a ni. Ocean um chanve pawh a rit hle, “Min lo ken sak,” in tih chi a ni tawh lo hrim hrim.

Farpak hi a mawi ka ti hle a. Mahse Phawngpui Tlang Chhip lawn chhuah tawh hnu, haw leh lama Viewpoint lung kan hmu leh ang em em a mawi kha chuan a mawi leh theih ka ring tawh lo. Hah damdawi te kan in a, eitur kan ken te kan ei a, kan lawn dan kan han review a. Tlai ni tla tur en pahin Feli’n Auld Lang Syne a harmonica in a tum a, kan ngaithla a. Ni a tlak dawn tak tak chuan Spotify ah Daduhi sak “Ngaiteh Kumhlui Mual Liam Tur Saw…” tih in kan han thlah liam a. A mawi chiang e.

Ka peih leh tawh lo, mahse ka inchhir lo hle.

Kismet

Atu told me a story the other day of a couple who met because the woman dialled a wrong number. His number. I don’t know the details but surely, that’s some high grade Universe interference, no?

Fate.

Now I don’t trust destiny at all. I find I look at it with a healthy dose of scepticism. I tend to think of it, in Whovian language, as a tool the Master would use, and not the Doctor. For the uninitiated, this simply means I squint my eyes at Kismet and question its intents.

Take this couple. Of all the random numbers in the world, what possessed her to dial his number? Who moved the pieces? Who rolled the dice? Who threw the stones? 

Cherry on top – they did get married, but then divorced bitterly.

I find it worrying. It would appear that the Universe really wanted them to meet. My question is why. Why did the Universe want them to meet that badly? What nefarious intentions did it have with them?

Because it is one thing if the couple had stuck together. But they didn’t. So what was so important that they needed to meet? What would have happened if they didn’t? What got prevented because they met? All the whats and whys bother me a lot.

Sometimes I think the Universe gets bored and finds torturing us amusing. So I remain wary of kismet.

All of this is not to say that I don’t appreciate kismet. Things happen. Sometimes things work, even when everything seems against it. Sometimes even when it seems like everything is working out, things fall flat. I whole-heartedly believe in invisible hands enabling us. I believe in Fate and things happening for reasons, even reasons we don’t understand. I even believe in Karma.

So yes. I do believe in Kismet. I just don’t trust it as far as I can throw it. And who has ever heard of anyone throwing kismet?