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Lucky, The Magician.

Lucky The Magician.

The inception of the idea to do a series on the magic show in a small village Mela (fair) came out of sheer humour. But it turned out to be a different one.

 Tapas and I visited the Dhrang village at the pakistan border, about 40 kms from Bhuj. The village is famous for two things.
First its saint, 
Saint Mekaran Dada who had a dog named motio and a donkey named Lalio with whom he used to wander into the Rann daily with water and food to quench the thirst and show the direction to the lost travellers.
 Second, A large fair which is held every year on Magh Vad 14 (February-March).
Coming back to the point of focus. We explored the fair pretty fairly. The most interesting thing that we came across was a local Magic show.
Below is a excerpt from my travel diary about the interesting magic show.
                 The Aggarwal family’s roots are from Jammu but they are living in Gujarat since many decades. They say that no one believes that they are Aggarwal. “koi manta hi nahi ki Aggarwal ye kar rahe hain”  (nobody believes that Aggarwals are doing this(small job) for living.)

Lucky is the main magician. The family has renamed him as “Jadoogar Abhay Samrat”.
*The show starts*
After the infinitely many pre-recorded announcements of the hefty throbbing name, comes a thin man with long curly hair which are too perfect to look good.
Wearing a large overcoat Abhay enters the stage, delivers few dialogues and starts a small magic trick. Runs to the backstage and removes the overcoat and hands it to the fellow family members.
The Sound system is handled by the Chacha (father’s brother) of Lucky who also happens to be a clown for the act further. The Chacha 1 is a Humorous man he jokes and laughs at the same time and all the time. The other Chacha is also a clown in the act, but a more intelligent one.
Lucky’s sister happens to be the helper girl in the show. A tent next to the stage is the living area of the family. The Magic apparatuses are neatly placed at one place in the tent.  Lucky’s grandmother is also humorous, the humour in the family’s  blood is transferred through her. The Grand dad, however is a serious man. Experience is reflected in his eyes but the Burdon of loss, and the falling value of old tricks has made him still. Lucky got the seriousness from him. 
The chacha told that the granddad used to own a circus and was a star performer and he could perform some trick involving three swords.  But times changed, he grew old and they had to leave the circus because the children had to be sent to school.
The magic show runs many families Chacha said.
the family also owns a dog who also travels along with them.
Lucky is doing B.Com side by side, education is the only resort to a better future he says.  

Lucky( Jadoogar Abhay Samrat ) can be contacted at : +91- 9638507323


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