Omens...

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“The boy's name was Santiago. Dusk was falling as the boy arrived with his herd at an abandoned church. The roof had fallen in long ago, and an enormous sycamore had grown on the spot where the sacristy had once stood.”

Above lines are very foremost lines from THE ALCHEMIST by Paulo Coelho. Someone told me to read it, or may say insist. And as the fact she had a great influence on me, I decided to read it. Although I found it not so interesting, but as I said earlier that she had a great influence me, I read it. I completed 19 pages and halted, it attained to its boredom. 2-3 months later she asked me about book. I gave it to her. She knows me well, so clearly guessed that I hadn’t read that book. I told her about boredom and where I halted. She briefed the book such that my interest will not lose. After 20 days I read book again (after she completed it for the third time).

To my surprise, I found it awesome this time. Paulo wrote the things which were on my mind and I had no words to explain them till now. I too believe in Omens, but didn’t know what to call them. What happens to us, gives us a chance to know before it happens. I know I sound crazy, but what’s new in this. There is something I don’t know what to call it, may be Omen according to Paulo. That thing let us know what is right for us, just before the moment it happens, our reflex may say. Our instincts I may call. It’s not like shattering of glass, crossing over by black cat, someone sneezed. No, I don’t believe in that. What I believe in is Omen or instincts. It may be good or bad. It happens with me, or may be with you. Let me tell you.

A month ago, my grandpa (my mother’s uncle) died. We all met that night, all was good and happy; and the next morning he died suddenly without any disease. And after few days of that my brother was getting married. We were in tornado of happiness and grief. And it was decided that marriage would not be postponed. After 4 days to it, I and my father were going to the grandpa’s house in morning and suddenly a holy thing hanging on the rear mirror fell. Actually it was a prayer about to travel safely. This was the second death in our house within six months and totally unexpected. I took it as Bad Omen; I was worried after that that my daddy will drive safely to office after leaving me there. After that we went to market to buy some bride’s thing. We buy a necklace and we lost it on our way to home. My mom was worried. I was worried and sad too about that, but somewhere inside I was happy. What happened in the morning disturbed me, I was sure that some bad will happen anyhow. And I had heard that if a thing gets wrong it may take the worse’s chance out. And I was taking it like that. We can afford a lost necklace than a accidental day. After a worried and panicked day we had a call from my aunt who was with us whole day saying necklace is in her shoes box. We were happy now and I know now. That breaking things, sneezing and black cat will never harm you. It’s our instincts which decide. As the day when my daddy was out at night and when he was late, I was hell worried that something bad will happen. There was not felling of a holy thing that day. It was a normal day, but something inside me was telling me so. And when my daddy got home, he had a fractured hand. And I opened the door I uttered, “I know this will going to happen. Come on, enter.” There was no surprise on my face, but it was on the boy who brought my daddy home.

All I want to say is I have experienced omens just before the things happen. That instinct, that comes from your subconscious mind (I know you’ll prefer heart) at that moment, will decide your future not a black cat.

Just follow your instincts; it will never lead you to wrong way. And as the end of The Alchemist is there where it started, shows me (according to me).

Our destiny is just below our feet, but it takes whole life to understand what our destiny is. Everyone is walking on path doesn’t matter its right or wrong to achieve its destiny, but question is, does he knows what’s his destiny is?

“The boy reached the small, abandoned church just as night was falling. The sycamore was still there in the sacristy, and the stars could still be seen through the half-destroyed roof. He remembered the time he had been there with his sheep; it had been a peaceful night… except for the dream.

Now he was here not with his flock, but with a shovel.”

P.S.- It's a beautiful novel, you must read it........
I'm reading it again :)