Imagine you are standing in the bus stop and a leading Kollywood director calls you up, “Come for the shooting next new moon day”, or the lottery ticket you bought gets the highest prize. Will you not be propelled to instant fame? That is what happened to me, when I was bitten by a horse! Before you exclaim “Horse?” let me introduce myself and then the horse. My name is Krishna swamy. Shorten it to “Kichamy” and conjure up a face, you have my character and front elevation clearly mapped out. I am ordinary, both in my vocation and looks. Morning coffee, newspaper, some household chores, running to catch the morning bus to work; that is all to my daily life, a dissipating grind of an ant. Wife, child, father-in-law, rented house, bathroom singing, a few flower pots and a radio purchased on installments; you have got a full picture of my unremarkable existence. It was so, till the horse bit me! The horse was also commonplace; just the one at the ‘jutk...