आता कोनाचो नंबर!!

Panchak movie is nothing but a hilarious rollercoaster of cosmic chaos directed by Jayant Jathar and Rahul Awate. This cinematic movie explores the belief that if you kick the bucket at a cosmic 'oopsie-daisy moment', five more family members might join the celestial waiting list – unless you've got a to-do list of rituals handy .

The filmmakers have chosen a picturesque Kokan location to enhance the overall cinematic experience.It's a breathtaking setting! The lush greenery, coconut trees, serene sea ,rustic houses, and muddy paths create a visually stunning backdrop for the movie. The Malwani dialect used adds a unique charm to it.The movie apart from ticking my funny bone did get me thinking about the various superstions we have in our culture .

Picture this: the superstition of avoiding

'झाडू '(dusting) after sunset, as if dust bunnies turn into nocturnal creatures. And let's not forget the ritualistic consumption of 'dahi-shakkar' before exams, because apparently, curd and sugar are the ultimate brain fuel for acing tests.

Breaking glass becomes a theatrical tragedy, deemed a bad omen. But, according to common sense, it's more about avoiding an impromptu glass shard dance parties!

Then there's the dreaded encounter with a black cat, as if felines moonlight as supernatural gatekeepers rather than just seeking a cozy spot for a catnap. And beware the Peepal tree, the alleged headquarters of ghostly takeovers – because who knew trees could be real estate for the afterlife?

My worldly wise guide, my husband, threw some light on the dusty superstition origins. Apparently in a pre-electricity era, avoiding post-sunset dusting was essentially a survival strategy to prevent accidental house-item evictions.(read gold coins!)

But what about the superstitions that sound like they were cooked up during a comedy improv session? Itchy palms equating to a financial windfall, where 'itchy' becomes the new 'richy.'

And crows acting as avian event planners, announcing guest arrivals with a caw – a surefire way to RSVP in the animal kingdom.

Coming back to the hilarious flick, the entire family's stress levels skyrocket as they anxiously wonder, "आता कोणाचो नंबर!" Translation: "Whose turn is it now?" So buckle up folks, because it's your number to roll with laughter and catch this must-watch movie!......

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