January 19, 2012
I’ve always believed that there’s no such thing as a coincidence. Sometimes it’s divine intervention and at other times it’s the choices that we make; but there’s always a reason why things fall together (or apart!).
I had just finished my sophomore year in Bahrain and moved to junior college. I wanted to get to know the institute better and so I went to the library and got my hands on the just released annual school magazine. I opened the magazine to the page that read ‘Std. XII toppers’ and the first thing that caught my eye was a name, ‘Neha Vig’. She was the English topper for that year; a fair face with a charming smile; it was as if I’d known her before. I brushed the thought aside as I walked out of the library though at some level I (involuntarily) retained the name and the face.
Years flew by, (five to be precise). I was fresh out of college and all set to start my career. I had joined a recruitment agency and was perusing through resumes online when I bumped into the name again; ‘Neha Vig’. Somehow, I just knew it was her. I found it strange to have bumped into her resume. Given the population of the city and the millions from that population who had put up their resumes online, what were the odds of me finding hers?
I went on to do my MBA the following year. I graduated last year and recently moved back to Bahrain for a job opportunity. A few days after I had landed I was called to attend an interview with a popular lifestyle magazine in the Kingdom. Excited, I was going through some of their old magazines when I bumped into a byline; ‘Neha Vig. I froze. She had been a reporter with the magazine for quite some time.
As I think in retrospect about all these past events, I can’t help but believe that Neha and I were destined to become friends. My thoughts about the soul living more than one life are unsettled. Nevertheless, I’m totally convinced that it was definitely more than a mere coincidence that made us good friends.
“There is no such thing as a coincidence Neha,” I exclaim. She just rolls her eyes at me and flashes her charming annual school magazine smile!
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