I was narrating this story to Rashmi, after my Car-theft-incident. Rashmi was remarking that I was going thorough a bad phase, maybe I am, but this story came to my mind. Rashmi instructed me to put the story here..
Once upon a time, there was a villager in a village by side of a forest, who owned a horse stable and reared horse for occupation. He lived happily with his wife and his young son., and all the villagers respected him for his knowledge and people used to go to him for advise.
One day, one of the best horses from his stable ran away to the jungle near the village. The villagers considered it to be the lucky horse, as they believed it brought him the prosperity. The villagers went to the farmer and conveyed their sorrow over this bad-luck, to which the villager replied “Good-luck or Bad-luck.. Who knows??”
Soon it happened that the horse which fled away to the forest, came back with a lot of wild horses following it.. The villagers were wondering at the good-luck of the villager, and went to congratulate him, and the villager as usual replied with a smile on his lips “Good-luck or Bad-luck.. Who knows??”
Soon, another incident followed, the son of the villager while training one of the wild horses fell from the horse and fractured his leg. The villagers again said “Bad luck” to which the villagers reply again was “Good-luck or Bad-luck.. Who knows??”
So it was to happen, The king of the country got engaged in a war with neighbouring country, and he ordered that all the healthy youths should join the army with immediate effect and help in war. All the youth from the village joined Army, except our villagers son, because of his fractured leg. The villagers again said.. “Good Luck..”
I am sure you might be knowing what the villager replied.
ps: I heard this story long time ago.. I have forgotten the source