When the right goes wrong

There are days when cats do not cross the road while you walk and the crows do not appear in single bearing a bad omen, yet you are destined to have a screwed-up day. And who do you blame this time, your neighbor? Or the maid you saw first thing in the morning? Or saw the dog doing the poo poo?

You look like a moron through the day and suffer from the WHY ONLY ME syndrome, and drown in the sorrow of low self esteem. Pour your grievances to all those around and burden them of your morbid state of mind. What the Heck? Why should you simply suffer alone?

That’s how my goddamn day began!

When I got to the front of my office and parked my car, A dog ran up to my car and lifted its hind legs, almost doing the stance of sumo wrestler to fight and all it did was pee pee on the tires and goes around and then squirts the pee pee again and this time the other way, after it is done, it gives me a sustained sympathizing look at my sad state and nods its head and goes!

As I got into the office I was greeted with the information of a fugitive apparently our employee at Hyderabad, who just disappeared one fine morning, switching off all communications and another morning he up-merged from nowhere and sends a mail like one of the tales from Arabian nights, and I wondered what made him sense that we would believe it!

I called on him to hear him and advise him, instead he made me feel I were a fugitive now doing drudgery to him, Oh we are so blessed to have him back for the day, halleluiah!

My temper hit the ceiling of my head and I lost my mind and the peace of it.

What more the day could give me? My wife is been ill for days and there are no signs of improvement and all that has improved was her ill health. The doc gave her some medicine, which was like let-her-go-remedy with a placebo effect.

My dad wasn’t keeping too well either, to make worse our water pipe line gave way and our plumper had blocked the tank from further leakage leaving us in drought. I had to bring almost 7 buckets of water on to the first floor from the sump; though I did it with great enthusiasm remembering Gordon Liu from 36th Chamber of Shaolin, my back caught cramps.

When I nearly believed it is over and sat to check my mails, I received another jolt and this time my graphic vendor ditches me with a sorry mail for taking a new assignment in US, making me feel as though I were an underprivileged.

By the end of the day having dealt with so many twists, I decided to stretch my back on the sofa and grabbed an apple to bite and as my tooth dug into the fruit I tasted something awful and realized the apple was rotten, that was it and it reminded me of Murphy’s Law “If anything can go wrong, it will.”