Murphy's law

Murphy's law

Indeed it was a very bad day; everything that could have gone wrong; went wrong; like Murphy’s Law. The best part was that it was over and he was alive. He was enjoying the solitude while sitting in toilet. In the busy life of Bangalore, he always found this place most relaxing and thought provoking. Today he had ruined his boss’s surprise for his wife. His code didn’t work on the third continuous day and girlfriend was also on fire. Later in the evening while coming back, he met with an accident and got his elbows and knees scratched, though he was sadder for his bike’s scratches. He laughed. He always did it. He always thought that this world is an arena and there are viewers out there, watching and enjoying the whole show. He was tired but not frustrated. Under the dripping tap, there was a fly, struggling for her life, in the mug. He enjoyed the show, like those viewers. Then he felt sad and tilted the mug to save that fly but unaware of the fact that along with water it can go out of the mug, fly started trying to reach the other end.  It took him a while to empty the mug and to save that fly. He felt happy for saving the life of the fly. He looked towards the ceiling, with some expectations in his eyes. When he tried opening the tap, he got to know that it was already opened and that was the last mug. Perhaps the day was not over yet and Murphy’s Law was still taking its toll.  

But still, Anjali had a smile on her face.

But still, Anjali had a smile on her face.

But still, Anjali had a smile on her face. She had a very rough day. It started with arguments with her project manager, that too because of someone else’s fault; then her friend didn’t turn up for the lunch, then online order got delayed  and the worst part, now she had to attend the marriage party this weekend, with her relatives. Not only the parties but she never liked her relatives too. 

She was working for a reputed media firm in Pune. After completing her masters in media management, last year, she had joined this firm through campus placements. Her roommate was Saira, a young, dynamic, college going girl. After taking dinner, while Anjali was doing the dishes, her mobile beeped. Saira, who was watching “House”, looked at the blinking light, on table and shouted, “Di, koi message aya hai!” She always addressed Anjali with “Di”, which was, perhaps a shorter version of “Didi”. Anjali, who was busy in her work, replied without bothering, “please, dekho kiska hai.” Saira had already checked the message. Anjali’s ex-boyfriend had been on a date today, with another girl. Saira, who was waiting for Anjali to ask, replied, “Aapke X ka hai, shyad.”, pretending that she has not read that message. 

Apart from being roommates, Anjali and Saira were very good friends too. They shared almost everything. Anjali was done with the dishes. She came back while drying her hands with the towel and sat on sofa besides Saira. Anjali was in a relationship for almost one year but recently they broke up because her boyfriend was a drug addict and had “no more feelings” for her, however, Anjali has not stopped talking to him, unlike he had expected. They were now trying to treat each other as friends, normal friends. Saira always wanted to ask Anjali and today, when she saw the fading smile on Anjali’s face, she couldn’t resist herself and asked, “Di why do you still talk to him? Even after what he has done to you.” Anjali looked into the eyes of Saira and smiled, with pain in her eyes, “I never ignored any of my friend.”, Anjali replied.  ”But he is not a good friend and so you need to change this habit.” Saira was already prepared with her reply. Anjali thought for a while and replied, “When he did not leave his bad habits for someone, who truly loved him, why should I change a good habit of mine for someone, who doesn’t even care about me?” said Anjali, while writing back to her ex.