Wow lucky, it’s 2 birds

The hot tea session topic yesterday between me, Shaadaab and Ansar was “Superstition.”
It’s funny. All of us declared at the outset that we do not believe in superstitions, but there are several instances where we get influenced by “false notions.”
For example, a black cat crossing the road when I leave for work does rattle me a bit. I get overjoyed when two birds (any bird, hey, not that little boy and girl, you naughty) cuddle or play together. It’s a symbol of love and affection, you see.
Ansar knew of a man in Multan, Pakistan, who used to whitewash his house everyday. “Everyday,” he insisted.
Shaadaab’s dad used to get upset if anyone called out his name from behind while leaving for some work.
Close pal Dr Janardhan believed that getting up after sleep should be from the right side and not left.
There are other weird beliefs too. While eating you get hiccups, somebody remembers you; if I remember you and your phone call or mail arrives, you live a hundred years; a shiver means someone walking over your eventual grave; unlucky to button up any clothing wrongly (better start all over again); crossing two knives is bad luck; Irelanders believe if a bird poops on your head or car, good luck.
As for me, I take out all positive aspects of superstition. For example, if I happen to see the astrological column page in a magazine, I will check out my Tamil birthday predictions, if not positive, will move to the English one. If that is also negative forecast, I move on to star date. Somewhere, I will spot positive comments and then smile as if I had won the day.
What are your thinking about? OK, let’s add one of our own. Thinking like that brings good luck. Cheers.