What Is Meant To Be, Will Always Find Its Way…

I wrote an exam for a government job in November 2012, I did that  because at that point of time I was clueless about what I  want to do, I was sitting at home, passing time, struggling to study for GATE and well, I was depressed . Anyway, it was a preliminary exam and I had no hopes to clear it. Every graduate I knew had applied for it, so there would have been millions of students dying to get those handful of jobs. I checked the results and obviously my name wasn’t there. The main exam was in January I guess, but the paper leaked
on the day of the exam and the exam was postponed. I knew this because one of my cousins had qualified for the exam. So, why am I telling you this crap when I didn’t even qualify the exam. Well, guys, the thing is somehow I’ve got the admit card to write the main exam. Yesterday, my dad called me and told me that I’ve got a post regarding so and so exam. I was like, I didn’t fill any form, which exam is it? When he read the name of the organisation, I told him that I had checked the results long back and that I didn’t qualify it. He said, he has the admit card in his hands and I was like what the hell is happening! This is not where the story ends, how can it be so uncomplicated when its my story that we are talking about. Well, the exam is on 7th April, the day I am leaving for Bangalore. And I am in no way going back home to write the stupid exam even though I kind of know I can do well in that technical paper. I won’t cancel the tickets ( I am broke, you must know that).

I mean what is it supposed to mean? They say we should carefully analyse the signs life presents us with. Which sign should I read-

That I wrote an exam in which I apparently failed, and that the paper of the main exam leaked and the exam got postponed and I got an admit card for the postponed exam – which means I am destined to write the exam.

OR

I had booked my tickets just 3 days before I got the admit card and had already left my place and that the exam was postponed to that exact date I had booked my tickets for – which means I am not destined to write the exam.

It is destiny I suppose, some unexplained forces in the universe let things happen, sometimes not in a way we want it but in a different complicated manner, things we have to accept because we aren’t left with any other choices.

Once when I was still in college and had to leave for Bangalore on the 19th of May, my brother had booked my tickets. As I entered the Airport and went in to take my boarding pass, the lady told me that my ticket was booked for 19th June, instead of 19th May. I panicked, I didn’t know how that happened and how absolutely no one noticed it, not the one who booked the ticket, not me who had the ticket in her hand for so long, not even the security personnel  who let me inside the airport. And because of that one silly mistake, I lived the most beautiful day of my life. It was a beautiful accident. Serendipity as we call it.

You know it has always been like that. I don’t live a hot and happening life, I ain’t rich, genius, or drop dead gorgeous. I am just an average girl next door, but there is something about my life which makes it so damn interesting. Even though I am jobless, collegeless( is that a word?), aimless from the last one year or so, but it is this uncertainty about future which prompts me to know more about it, inspires me to live it to see what will happen next.

I was an unplanned child for my parents. I have grown up hearing the taunts of my siblings that I am just an unwanted kid in the house, just an accident. Though my mom calls that a disaster, I beg to differ, I call myself a fortunate accident. Their life would have been so incomplete without me, I am the only fun element in their house. They can love me or hate me but they just cant ignore me. Being an accident myself I am bound to believe in destiny. They were destined to have me, I was destined to live this life, and everything that is about to happen is already written in my destiny. The choices I make, or the ways I take, I’ll be where I am supposed to be and as John Lennon has said,

“There is nowhere you can be that isn’t where you’re meant to be.”