the guy who couldn't complete anything...

In days of yore, in the court of King Akbar, there lived a man, secretly called the perfectionist, who used plot in liaison with the king. Unofficially regarded as the 10th gem in his court. The secret taskmaster of Akbar. He went around disturbing people’s mundane activities too, in the name of finishing it well. Well, not for long. One fateful day, he rubbed the wrong side of an old lady. She cursed him to imperfection. He would never complete anything in his next birth.

Let’s travel a few centuries down time…into the city known for its mouth watering delicacies, the Mecca for the worshippers of dosa, vada and sambhar, madras of mushrooming mega malls. Down it’s by lanes we walk and stare right into the rebirth of the perfectionist, presently completing (?) a sumptuous meal. Since a few centuries have passed, the full power of the curse had worn off, but the hangover was still there.

But no one told anything about his luck, did they? Well, God had plans for this guy. ‘Son take lots of luck with you, if you not gonna complete anything, you goddamn require a lot of luck’. That was quoting God, on that fateful day, feeling sorry for his favourite child. Well, even gods can’t revoke curses, if you didn’t know that for a fact. The woman was forced to be reborn as a politician in 21st century India, and god thought that it was the fitting finale that she should get. Right now, she’s in the heart of bihar, managing lallo’s cowsheds, destined to make it big in politics with her unmatched experience in dealing with the cows.

During his childhood, his parents tried to nurture artistic skills in him. He was given a pencil and a paper to draw upon. The guy unleashed his mind. Ideas started prancing around…of palaces seated atop peaks, of sharks involves in heavenly dances underwater, of cheetahs piercing through the wind. With lots of thought and deliberation he settled down to dram a small little house with a well outside. When the well neared completion…zap..chg..pmm..pfft. This was how his interest made noise when it died out. But still his parents laminated it and sent it to the HINDU young world where it got selected for its unmatched simplicity and ingenuity.

Let the scene shift to the guy’s school sports day. The guy started as favourite for the high jump. But as he came near to the pole he walked off. There went his interest again. But the crowd watched in horror as the next guy jumped and broke his back as the cushion tore. Our guy watched it sipping a can of coke. That’s luck for you!!
Well, his Midas touch continued with his incomplete recipes as people though that they lacked a certain this thing that gave it a certain that thing.
And somewhere along the line someone got inspired by his life and made a motion picture called Forrest Gump.

Lets come to the crowning glory. There was this time when our guy was head over heal in love with a girl and decide to tell her about it. He created a nice surrounding and as he was about to blurt it out, he jus stopped. It happened again. The strange feeling, to stop whatever he was doing. The intoxication ended. Something alien had clamped his heart and locked his mouth. Then it all happened in slow motion. Along came another guy and lo and behold! He whips up magic out of nowhere and walks away with her to fairyland.
Is that the end of our hero? Let’s see…
Two months later they got married and headed for Greece. One month later they came back and headed straight for the family court. The beginning of the end.
All the readers who felt sorry for him feel happy.
For, he just escaped wedlock with a growing species of humans, who think that their own gender should get the 1st preference… even if its within the confines of the four walls of their bedroom…

So once again the day is saved, thanks to the powerpuff..oops.. the four letter word.
Now I have been writing for long and I have to… hey..zim…zap..zzt…pffft…