Lookalikes And God

I think even God sometimes runs short of new ideas and uses existing models while creating humans.  How else would you explain the phenomenon of existence of human lookalikes who have no other connection whatsoever with each other?

We get an idea about this only when Fate and Destiny get into a naughty mood and bring the two lookalikes together through a strange coincidence.

Here’s a true story…

A few days ago, a girl in a pink T-shirt and dark blue jeans sat in a Delhi metro train right opposite to me with ear plugs in her ears, engrossed with her mobile phone.

About two or three stops later, another girl came in and sat beside her.  The first girl continued doing what she was doing and a couple of seconds later, the second girl also became similarly hooked to her cellphone. But she did one additional thing. She took out her sun glasses next and placed them on her eyes. It was probably a style statement, as she was sitting inside an airconditioned compartment and sunshades were not required.

The two girls remained completely oblivious to each other throughout the journey, but I, an amazed observer, noticed that not only did they have a close resemblance to each other , they were also similarly dressed.

Well, I also kept myself busy by clicking lots of photos of the strange drama called ‘Coincidence’ that God and his two mischievous kids Fate and Destiny played out in front of me that day…

When I came out of the train, a funny thought came to me. Where is my lookalike at this moment? Is she okay?

Here are some more pics…

 

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