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?