On 19th March, 2016 my wife met a road accident. She was coming down from a chemist shop with her friend. Both of them were hit in the rear by a juvenile driving the bike. Both of them fell down unconscious on the road for minutes. The driver escaped. My wife got compound fracture in her feet. Her friend got internal injuries in neck and back. Exactly one month later, near the same spot, I was hit by another juvenile driver and got identical fracture in my foot. It was real pain. According to the Orthopedic surgeon, mine is a bit more serious injury it would take longer to heal.
The saving grace was that boy who hit me didn’t run away. He behaved responsibly and was there with me till I came back home. He had also apologized sincerely and I refused to accept any financial assistance despite his insistence. Usually I don’t share the personal physical eventualities to bother others but as so many of my friends are inquiring about my relative absence from Facebook and other social media, I have to keep them abreast. I’m a strong believer of the cliché – ‘whatever happens, happens for the best.’ Allama Eqbal has said –
“Mout to zindagi ka waqfa hai, yani aage barhen ge dum dekar.”
Death is only a stop gap moment in the continuity of Life. It connotes that we have to move ahead after a pause. I believe also – if something is lotted in the scheme of God, I can’t blot it. Albert Einstein had famously said “God does not play dice with the universe.” Despite what we have been led to believe about coincidences and synchronicities (namely that they are little more than chance), is not quite the whole picture. The fact of the matter is that these serendipitous events hold much more meaning than we often give them credit for. We live in an intelligent, responsive, multidimensional universe.
A synchronicity is more than just a coincidence, it is divine providence and a little hint from the cosmos that there is more going on than meets the eye. At some time or another it’s happened to all of us. For most mainstream scientists, experiences like this, however strange and recurrent, are nothing but lawful expressions of chance, a creation — not of the divine or mystical — but of simply that which is possible. Ignorance of natural law, they argue, causes us to fall prey to superstitious thinking, inventing supernatural causes where none exist. Many see coincidences as embedded in a higher, transcendental force, a cosmic “glue,” as it were, which binds random events together in a meaningful and coherent pattern. Mathematician Warren Weaver, in his book, Lady Luck: The Theory of Probability, recounts a fascinating tale of coincidence that stretches our traditional notions of chance to their breaking point. The story originally appeared in Life magazine.
“All fifteen members of a church choir in Beatrice, Nebraska, due at practice at 7:20, were late on the evening of March 1, 1950. The minister and his wife and daughter had one reason (his wife delayed to iron the daughter’s dress) one girl waited to finish a geometry problem; one couldn’t start her car; two lingered to hear the end of an especially exciting radio program; one mother and daughter were late because the mother had to call the daughter twice to wake her from a nap; and so on.
The reasons seemed rather ordinary. But there were ten separate and quite unconnected reasons for the lateness of the fifteen persons. It was rather fortunate that none of the fifteen arrived on time at 7:20, for at 7:25 the church building was destroyed in an explosion. The members of the choir, Life reported, wondered if their delay was “an act of God.”