I got pure lucky on a road trip with a bunch of strangers. We were playing a quaint, ancient game that had nothing to do with skill, talent, or effort but everything to do with fate and luck, with odds and jackpot. This particular game had a bunch of single digit and 2 digit numbers arranged across three horizontal lines. All of us playing this oddly exciting game were clutching at these number cards with a child like anticipation. I suppose, it made us feel like we were all playing for the lottery and all of us were fair game to win. But were we? That's what I wondered ever since we played this game. It got the crazy wheel of my mind churning and turning, thinking and wondering. And this is what I have to say about this murky and highly speculative, subjective topic of luck and fate.
I think some of us are more luckier than others. Lets say we have a bus full of people - about 40 people. Here's what happened while playing this game -
People who win once - win again and again - as if their fate has mastered the trick of winning the odds.
People who are close to winning but did not quite hit the jackpot are the ones that are most likely to win the next few rounds.
People who do not win at all and are doing miserably will not win for a long, long time.
Not exactly an edge of the seat, nail biting roller coaster but definitely a game that keeps you hooked and keeps you anticipating. A game that you do not control in any way might as well be a game controlled by your stars and that thing called fate and luck. A game like that tingles our nerves and gets us thrilled and curious about things like odds and possibilities. It has this distinct feeling of stepping into the unknown but not the uncomfortable unknown. Its the kind of unknown that you can look in the eye and turn away from - without any concussions or repercussions.
As a child, I played this game with my cousins and a bunch of strangers in a train. I never won but my cousins almost always won. Everyone else was stumped and astounded by their streak of uncanny wins. As for me, I felt left out and pretty much like the ugly, doomed duckling. But I was only thirteen and young scars heal fast. So, it was all forgotten in a moment and no love was ever lost.
Fast forward almost two decades later - when I was playing this game with my mom, my bro and these other strangers, I found myself among the cream, the elite, the lucky ones - in short - I was always close to winning big. Sure enough, I did win the biggest and the most fantastic prize of the whole game series. At the opposite end of the spectrum stood my brother. Its almost as if luck did not like my brother or had a personal vendetta against him, his numbers stood in stark and steep contrast to my lucky numbers. My mom was in the semi-lucky zone where she didn't exactly fall off the grid but she never quite got off easy.
As I started comparing this weird game to the game of life, I found that the winners, the lucky ones, the semi-lucky ones, the fucked luck ones remained quite the same. Bizarre and surreal.