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.
