Things cant get more wrong than this..
Took a bus from chennai (sleeper vovlo ) to find that am in between 3 gigantic men and there is no place in the coup to even stand..it was so uncomfortable ..Well exchanged the seat to upper berth and was subjected to a ride full of rolling and almost tumbling down ....and a back ache in the morning....
Got down at nampally and realized that this is one area which will never change ..i get down the bus and am crowded by auto wallas who tell me it is 80 rs for the ride home..i show i am a hyderabad walli and say 'Meter pe aana hain to chalo , nahin to chhodo' ( as if they caught me) hyderabadi hindi you see , it can be spoken in any bits and pieces ..:D
they realize i am from that place and i am immediately taken to a "Chi-chha' how wants more than 5 rs than the fair ..OK fair enough ..i had a tough night..and badly wanted to go home.

Get home to find my bro has actually put all the gifts at my in laws house ..i have a bloody fight with him and as of now my promise is not to have anything to do with him for the coming future.Absolutely nothing.The End.

Have to plead with inlaws about being at home for some time for the packers to come at some time to wrap the gifts. and sign Hmmm..for whom am i doing this?

Go to the furniture shop to find to make the payment and realize that the debit limit per day is onlu 20000 ..go to icici bank from paradise to clock tower only to realize that there are a 100 people in the line and my turn would never come .So back to the furniture shop to plead with the owner abt the paying tomm the balance amount.The owner looks sympathetically at my face and simply nods his head .

Take an auto to hi tech city , i think half my salary goes to autos only only to have a fight with him about a one way road ..god help me..run out of change and have to take a loan of 20rs from security.

Run to the desk ..and phew!!no heart-attack mails.thank god at least for this.
..and from then on i am working ..bleary eyed , fighting back sleep and hoping to go home by 8!

P.S : home is never a home without mom or dad.Siblings,friends , relatives , etc., will come and go but home to be precise only MOM can make a home. god bless moms.