[Scene: A sunny afternoon in Lahore. Ali and Fahad are sitting in a chai dhaba, sipping doodh-patti. A waiter drops a glass nearby – it shatters.]
Ali: (gasps and grins) Aray wah! Acha shagun hai! Glass toot gaya — kisi ka naseeb chamak raha hai!
Fahad: (laughs) Naseeb? Ali bhai, the waiter probably just slipped. Now someone’s gonna get scolded, not blessed.
Ali: Tsk tsk, Fahad. You people with your logic and science miss the beauty of signs. Tootna toh naya kuch aane ka ishara hai. My dadi used to say, “Jab sheesha tootay, bura wakt chhootay.”
Fahad: That’s poetic, I’ll give you that. But you’re telling me if a poorly balanced glass falls off the edge, suddenly the universe realigns itself in your favor?
Ali: Why not? Universe works in mysterious ways. Last time a glass broke in my house, next day my cousin got engaged. Coincidence? I think not.
Fahad: Every time a glass breaks, someone somewhere is getting engaged, promoted, or finding 100 rupees on the road. That doesn’t prove cause and effect. That’s just… life happening.
Ali: But still! Isn’t it strange how breaking glass always feels like a turning point? Like a reset button?
Fahad: You know what else feels like a turning point? Running out of petrol on Canal Road in rush hour. Doesn’t make it lucky.
Ali: Hahaha! Okay, fair. But think about it: in many cultures — Russia, Greece — they break glass at weddings on purpose for good luck.
Fahad: True. But that’s more symbolic. Like fireworks — they don’t actually make your marriage work, they just add excitement. Superstition is like emotional seasoning, not the main dish.
Ali: So you’re saying all of it is emotional psychology?
Fahad: Pretty much. Breaking a glass is jarring. It shakes you up. And if something good follows, we tie it together. It’s our brain doing its pattern-matching dance.
Ali: Hmm… I see your point. But still, doesn’t believing in something make life a bit more exciting?
Fahad: Definitely. I’m not against belief — just blind belief. If it makes you happy to think broken glass brings luck, fine. Just don’t ignore cleaning it up and stepping on a shard.
Ali: Aray haan, last week my niece stepped on broken glass. Whole drama. So much for “good luck.”
Fahad: Exactly! Luck didn’t pay for the tetanus shot.
Ali: Hahaha! Okay, Mr. Science. But next time a glass breaks and I find money the same day, I’m calling you.
Fahad: Deal. And if it doesn’t, I’m texting you with a “Told you so” GIF.
Ali: Agreed. But you’ll still drink chai from a steel glass at my house, just in case?
Fahad: 100%! Not taking any risks with your “lucky explosions.”
(Both laugh as they sip their chai, the clinking of cups blending with street sounds.)
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