If
the public transport you are in faces a massive road rage and you come out
unhurt, that is what I call Luck. If the
poor parents have to run helter-skelter to save their new-born from some
unheard-of disease and ultimately the toddler gets a new lease of life out of
some divine grace is what I call Luck. If the son of a rickshaw-puller shines
bright and makes it to an IIT, I call it Luck. If the fellow vagabond gets a
call from KBC and makes it to the Crorepati Club, I too call it Luck. If your
pre-marital discourse of searching a bride ends up in second coming of your teen-age
crush into your life, that I can count as Luck. If your mother tells you that
she's having intense pain and radiology conducted on her comes out with a
much-less serious problem than anticipated, I too can call it Luck. If you
intrude into a marriage party and have a free gala dinner and leave the place without
any hassle, that also I call Luck. When you take a chance and enjoy AC ride on
a long-distance superfast train despite not having a confirmed birth, that also
I consider as Luck.
Similarly,
when one of my friends in the same profession posted at a project
site rings me up to share his emotions on the eve of boarding the flight to
Greece (read on official tour) while very few keep planning and only
the fortunate lot make it, albeit with a big hole in their pocket, I too call
it Luck.
I
still remember the one-liner from Samuel Becket's Waiting for Godot :
"Nothing happens, Nobody comes, nobody goes, it's awfull!"
But
friend, ultimately, something happens. Godot, here, makes a move!!!
Tail Piece : उठ जा अपनी राख से, तू उड़ जा अब तलाश में; परवाज़ देख परवाने की, अासमां भी सर उठाएगा
आएगा, अपना time आएगा...
आएगा, अपना time आएगा...
