Sorry Shaktimaan

Many tried to jump and spin as he did all the time on that idiot box. He was a craze for sure. Although I hate assessing the popularity of each and everything from the facebook, let’s try this one time. 12,058 people LIKE the Facebook page of Shakitmaan as of now and definitely will increase after many of you read this. This calls for a decent royalty.

We were fascinated to such an extent that worshipping him was just the very next level. He was famous without throwing Southey tantrums like Rajinikanth. No SMSes making him a hero were circulated. I didn’t have a phone that time (wooo..was there such time in our lives). He was so very famous wearing that dress as poonam pandey has become with her news of undressing. The TV show was not advertised as KBC is done. Everything was just so simple and elegant.

One sentence that was common to all the episodes was “Sorry Shaktimaan” when a poor little boy(why there were no girls, never) was taught some kind of a lesson on moral values by the desi superhero.

Many laughed and many were jealous on account of the blazing news that I met shaktimaan. Yes I did. Sorry Shaktimaan (oops, a fan can never forget this, sorry) for revealing this marvelous and the most wonderful experience we had together. I must do it now.

It was the day of Fancy Dress Competition at my school and I was dressed obviously like shaktimaan. A special dress that created a hole in the pocket of my parents and consequently making me complete. I could not have tolerated the school uniform had it been a little oversized, but I felt awesome in the oversized red dress which had a ‘chakra’ in the front. I was given a handful of money which we usually call as pocket money. I went straight from the school to nearby videogame shop (sounds familiar na…I know :)). Continuing my habit of spending all the money I got on Street Fighter, Mustafa, Mario, Contra and Tekken 3, I went to shop that day too.

A sudden blow of wind and here he came spinning and landing with perfection close to the delivery of tiffin boxes by the Mumbai Dabbawalas. He came close to me and gave me a big lecture which I could not hear because I was as fascinated as I would now be if Katrina would bless me with a kiss.

I knew well what I have to say. I said “Sorry Shaktimaan”.

You can go to a confession room in a church or can simply say “Sorry Shaktimaan”.

Still remember you like my childhood.