Thoda Crap Thoda Bad Luck !!!

Disclaimer: This is NOT a review of the movie, this is what I genuinely feel if I had been one of the characters in the movie

Coming out of E-square after watching "Thoda Pyar Thoda Magic" was a different experience altogether. The movie theme was quite mundane but it stimulated an otherwise slumber brain of mine to think. Just as God saw the state of the kids and sent an angel to rescue them, I quickly flashbacked to the last quarter of century (since I blessed earth in 1984) to think if everything wrong happening around me can be attributed to a similar supernatural force. The movie show 3 pitiable and cute looking kids, that were constantly examined by God who sends His best angel to earth to rescue them. Now the Chemical Engineer in me, who truly believes in the First Law of Thermodynamics (The total amount of energy in the universe remains constant) – felt to nullify the positive energy, there should also be a Demon who constantly checks earth and targets the weirdest creatures and sends his worst Devil to pester, torture and make every stint of the target a failure. It was highly probable that I was the devils target bunny. What else could be responsible for a series of unfortunate incidents I have had so far.

Now imagine this, what would have prompted a 12 year old kid to fire his first rocket bomb of his life, crashing through the window pane to the bed room of a neighbor who apparently gifted him with the same rocket bomb the very evening. The devil obviously would have a major role to play in that.

Or imagine this one, the same boy (14 year old now) playing cricket with his friends, who was a batsman cum bowler – a unique distinction. He was called a specialist batsman when his side bowled and thus was avoided any contact with the ball. And was called the lead bowler when his side batted. Now after aeons when his prayers were answered and a generous captain threw a ball at him to bowl at an 8 year old No. 11 batter, all he could do was bowl a full toss that hit the target. The target was nt the stumps, it was an old lady s head. This incident was followed by fainting of the old lady, immediate damage control and tons of scoldings. Poor chap.. The devil at work again.. phew..

The Devil s shenanigans kept continuing with a number of other interventions in my stints. Like for instance during the School Captain elections, it was unofficially announced that I was the chosen one. Little did I realize that my class teacher s son used his sources in the recess and the election finally turned out to be a selection. Post recess, I stood at the usual podium guiding the fellow juniors expecting the announcement, only to hear the announcement “Boys and Girls, the new School Captain is Master Kapil Sehgal..”.. It seemed eternity, there are at times you feel that the land cracks and you hide yourself inside. The devils stroke was a master success…

They say that the right man comes at the right time when needed. I guess my “right man” got hit by a truck. And the right time, well I have been waiting for that for a quarter of a century.. All I can say to the angel is “Mera Number Kab Aayega !!!” ;)