Imagine you open your eyes and find a beautiful lady standing besides you. There’s no competition whatsoever, no danger of getting friend zoned. It’s just you and her, all alone!

You immerse yourself in the surroundings and set out to explore the uncharted area. You’re feeling ecstatic, your happiness knows no bounds and all of a sudden you hear a voice, “Come what may, none of you should consume the greatest looking fruit from that beautiful tree.” You’re irked. Perplexed. How can someone instruct you in front of your lady love? You shall now prove that person wrong and shall eat that fruit right now. Before your thought can translate into action your lady love goes and eats that fruit. Lo and behold! Hell breaks loose; the divine voice comes back and scolds for the wrongdoing. You’re sad. Your lady love is disappointed, but then you see a guy casually strolling towards you. He comes to you and says, “Don’t be mad, shit happens bro.”

Cut to the year 1492. An ambitious man advances through the ferocious Atlantic ocean braving the mighty waves. His dreams keeps him awake all night. He impatiently awaits his destiny.

Finally the day arrives and the man just can’t keep calm. He hurries towards the shore and sets foot onto the land of his dreams. His men carefully inch their way forward. Moments later they encounter men with leaves wrapped around their bodies interacting in incomprehensible language. It took him hours to realize that he’s come to the wrong place. He’s furious. He wants to devour everyone in front of him. He’s clueless. At that exact moment a man comes from behind. He places his hand over the gloomy guy’s shoulder and says, “Don’t be mad, shit happens bro.”

This time the place is Champaner. A high voltage match between the underdogs and the much coveted English cricket team has just concluded with unprecedented results.

Captain Russell’s dream of collecting teen guna lagaan has flushed down the otherwise dry drains of Champaner. He’s devastated. He rushes back to the dressing room to find solace. He slams the door in frustration. Alas! there’s a man inside. He’s savoring the last piece of the future favorite dish of Russell’s country – Chicken tikka masala! As soon as he gulps the last piece he starts walking towards the defeated captain. He looks into Russell’s shocked eyes and utters, “Don’t be mad, shit happens bro.”

It’s the year 2012 now. A newly eligible voter is trying hard to register for top coder. A world renowned coding platform on which he wishes to compete with the best coders around the world.

He has practiced with all his might, burnt enough midnight oil to be confident enough to compete with the best. The competition will begin in the next 10 minutes. His heartbeat has started to change gears each second. He is frantically searching for a suitable user name. He fails at every attempt. In his desperate attempts to find a suitable user name he even tried adding his date of birth to his name. However, all his efforts went in vain as there were multiple rules to consider. His dream to compete with the best had started to disappear like Ali bhai’s dream of finding a suitable bride. He was about to give up when suddenly the lights started to shimmer. He saw a shadow briskly moving towards him. Sweat formed on his forehead froze and so did his voice. He was about to choke when the person revealed himself and said in a pacifying tone, “Don’t be mad, shit happens bro.”

The person had an air of mystery around him. He looked like a guy next door but something was different about him. He looked wise and calm and yet threatening. It looked as if he knew everything that was happening around him. His traits were perturbing.

The kid mustered up courage and asked in a shaky voice, ‘Who are you?’

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