Unlucky Luck

Almost everyone in this universe should have experienced it. If something goes wrong first on a day, that day will never seem to get any better till we go to sleep. And most likely that even a less messed up event might take a huge image on the mind and feels that whole world has turned against us.

It was more frequent in college days. I would rush to the bus stop to find that my window seat in the usual Govt bus to college,being occupied by someone else and left with no choice than to stand looking for a seat getting empty.
[Well, what could be so special about a window seat!!! Daily bus commuters in Chennai should understand it better. Bus travel is worth a separate blog.(oh my god. nth post added to the "Wish to blog" list when the current post is just moved out of the list from n-(n-1)th position)]

Yeah, back to those days, the unlucky luck would join me in the same bus to help me make it the most unlucky day and leave me safely back at home in the evening,assuring me that the next visit would be very soon.

Similar to one of those college days happened to me last week. But it gives immense pleasure to realize that the effect on me was not the same. It was just any other day , in fact, more joyous than a usual day giving more valid reasons to laugh about. yeah, I am getting matured and life is beautiful :P

Where did it all begin?

One fine day, I woke up at 5.45 AM with a dangerous decision of preparing lunch for me and my friend. A rough plan in my mind seemed to be fine. I had to prepare some sabji and rotis for my friend atleast, before she leaves for work.

As always, there was something terribly missing in the so called tomato-onion sabji.

I consoled myself that messing up a dish was more than usual for me. Luckily, roti that I prepared for my friend qualified to be a roti.

With a happy note that the day had strted fine, i left for morning walk. I hate drinking milk. But I was destined to like milk that day. So, I was back home with a milk packet.

I poured it into the milk vessel and kept it on stove. I moved to hall and started rolling the rotis for my lunch. yeah, i completely forgot that there was milk boiling more than it had to.
After realizing the smell of over boiled milk, I hurried into the kitchen with rolled rotis in one hand. I placed the rotis near the gas and started clearing off the milk. In the process, I spilled water all over rotis. No wonder that rotis that I made that time turned out to be .................................................................
bricks.

Never mind. I had to eat it. Let me not share it with anyone. My teeth is strong for this. But with a little worry about lunch and hope of making atleast breakfast to be worth eating, I kept bread on the same pan that I used for chapathi. Ah, someone called me on my mobile then. I rushed to my room and completely forgot the bread. When I remember the bread again, as expected, the colour was dark. Completely black. No way of eating it.

And I managed to get 2 slices. Kitchen was a complete mess by then. I thought of cleaning it before leaving for office. But only then, the motor creates a problem and no water left. As it was already late, I took bath with the little water that my friend had kept and left home.

Auto drivers never knew that I had screwed up everything that I did since morning. So they took the great responsibility of making it even worser, by asking 50Rs for a 2km ride. This resulted in a most entertaining fight between us.

I took another auto and reached office and took lift to the 7th floor. Yeah, I was telling myself that it was all over and I cannot spoil anything again that day. What is it? Elevator had long back crossed my floor and I was in 9th floor. Before anyone could see, I got out of it and rushed to my seat, laughing at the fact that it was just a beginning and the unlucky luck was already well settled and comfortable with me.

My "unlucky luck" has warned me not to post all the surprises it gave me, lest it would come back to me.