Vidya Sury is a freelance writer, professional blogger, a happy mom and a social media enthusiast. She loves coffee, music, photography, cooking and writing about health, DIY and craft projects. Vidya lives in India. She dotes on her son and thinks the sun shines when he smiles. She adores spending time with family and friends and working from home.
She used to carry a mini lipstick carousel, wear four-inch heels and change formal clothes four times a day for her corporate job (15 years ago). Now, she delights in working at home where she carries glue sticks and spare pencils and is able to dress casually and comfortably. Vidya firmly believes that there is a special place in hell for women who won’t help other women. She also has two left feet.
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I thought this would be a cool post for tomorrow, considering it will be Friday the 13th – but since a post was already scheduled for that date, I thought hey, why not usher it in with this one. And who knows, you could be reading this on Friday the 13th anyway, eh?
I’ve never believed in superstitions, although I may on occasion, especially when I’m anxious or worried. Like when my mom was in the hospital and I’d think, if that door opened before I counted to ten, she’d be okay, knowing very well that it doesn’t happen that way. Sigh. If the traffic light is green as I approach it, I take it as a good omen.
Still, I’m not crazy about superstitions. No Friday the 13th fears for me, considering I come from a land full of superstitions. Some of them are downright hilarious. For example, one month of the year is considered inauspicious so people usually don’t start new businesses, move, or make big investments, etc. Hmm. And? With newlyweds, the bride is sent to her mother’s house to stay apart from her husband to prevent the chance of them “getting together” and conceiving as a result. Not auspicious. No-o. I’m sure there’s a story behind this but it obviously doesn’t make sense in today’s world.
In 1992, we suddenly had to move, but wherever we went house hunting for a rental, the owners sternly told us there was nothing doing. We had the option of paying rent for that month, and occupying the next month – when the stars were aligned and ready for us. I remember thinking – what if we did move? As it happened, we did. It seemed better to brave the wrath of the stars and move than be stuck on the street with our stuff.
After a month in our new house I got a stupendous job offer. I took it. So much for the “inauspicious” move! I also lost a boyfriend – our relationship was turning toxic and we amicably decided to “remain friends.” As if. Just goes to show you.
We have superstitions about lizards. Geckos are considered sacred. There’s a temple in South India where a massive brass lizard is embedded on the ceiling. There’s a little staircase leading to it so we can go stroke it to – ahem! Get rid of our sins. That’s all fine, but in the house? Can’t stand them. I know it’s inevitable when there are trees around. We have this belief about the effects of a gecko falling on us. I’m sure what really happens is the poor dude loses his balance and falls. And depending upon which part of the body he falls on, there’s a belief attached to it:
- If on the head – death
- Face – you’ll soon see relatives
- Eyebrows – royal favor (eh?)
- Upper lip (ugh!) – loss
- Lower lip – gain
- Nose – sickness
- Right ear – long life
- Right arm – health
- Left arm – sexual enjoyment (oooh yeah!)
I could go on forever. Then there’s the chirping of the lizard – depending on which direction and day of the week, it has various meanings.
The bottom line is that I’m afraid of them. I remember how I woke up one morning and went to the bathroom. I wasn’t wearing my glasses. But you know how it is with us visually challenged folks. We have a seventh sense (or would that be the sixth?) – heh – whatever. I sense this movement – and like I always do, wonder if I had imagined it. Then it turns out, as I stare at that place behind the geyser tank – we have a guest. An unwelcome one. It moved. I was paralyzed. As if it understood my feelings, it sinuously snuck further up. But I couldn’t stand there all day and watch. I had lunches to cook from scratch and boxes to pack. So I just got on with it.
When my husband woke up later, I told him and he laughed. He pretended to bring it out of its hiding place by waving a broom. And that’s about it. Then it raced out of reach. Throughout the day, I kept opening the bathroom to peek in. What I intended to achieve, I don’t know. Maybe I wished it would magically disappear. Eventually it did. We believe that reciting a certain prayer keeps them away. Not. I know the prayer by rote now.
But you can’t beat this superstition: when we leave the house and the first thing we see is a widow or a cat (odd set I know. Meeow!), our mission will be unsuccessful. I don’t endorse this.
We have other beliefs like:
- No haircuts on Fridays and Tuesdays
- No sweeping the house after dusk
- If the right palm is itchy for women, bad news
- Left palm itchy, good news (also precursor to dry skin)
- Just as we leave the house, if someone sneezes, woe betides you
- No payments on Friday
- Crow cawing? Expect visitors
- Serious discussion. Lizard chirping. Good omen.
- Eating sweet yogurt before going out for something important, like an exam, is good.
Then of course, are the broken mirrors, black cats and other stuff that brings bad luck. I have flouted everyone of these. The outcomes were not even remotely unlucky.
My personal take? Have faith in yourself and a higher power. It’s always the right time to do a good deed. Have you noticed how the effort you put in is always directly proportional to how lucky you are?
Do you believe in superstitions? If so, which ones? Leave ’em in the comments!