Thursday, 11 April 2019

Short Essay on A day when everything went wrong

Short Essay on A day when everything went wrong

Some days are very lucky, while some days are such when everything goes wrong despite all precautions. One such day was the last Sunday.

As I had worked hard the previous week, I wanted to make the most of this. So I planned entertainment for myself, but I never knew that this was going to prove to be nightmarish day for me.

I got up at 8 o’clock in the morning and rang up my friend, Hitesh. I wanted to go for a picnic to the Gandhi Garden with him. However, he said that he was going outstation with his mother, and could not accompany me. Then I rang up Lokesh, who said that he could accompany me only if I agreed to go to a film. So, I too decided to watch a film in Filmistan cinema.

The show was to start at 12 o’clock and I wanted to reach Filmistan well in time, so I immediately walked into the bathroom for a bath. I wetted myself and made a rich lather. Then, I opened the tap, but to my dismay, there was no water in the tap. My eyes started to burn, and I wiped the lather clean by my towel. I had no other way but to go the municipal water tap for a bath, where all people jeered at me.

I wore my clothes and looked for my leather shoes. Then only I remembered that my immediately only to find that he had already left for outstation. Hopelessly, I wore my sleepers and headed for Lokesh’s house. I hired a three-wheeler, and when I got down at Lokesh’s house, I found that I had forgotten my purse in my room. I had to go back and fetch my purse; and this caused a lot of expenditure.

Lokesh and I reached Filmistan at 11:30. I stood in the queue for tickets. To my uttar disappointment, the house was full as soon as I put my hand into the booking window. Lokesh suggested that we go for a picnic, but by now, I was fully dismayed, so I decided to return home.

When I reached home, I found that I had lost the key somewhere. I felt sorry for myself as I picked up a stone to break open the lock. After that, I lay down on the bed, not to get up that day any more.

Essay on A day When Everything Went Wrong-2

“Joy and sorrow are woven fine.
A clothing for the soul Divine.”
Life is a mixture of joy and sorrow. It is a natural cycle but there happen some incident in life which ever remain fresh in memory.

Suresh was my bosom friend. His marriage was to be celebrated on 12th May, 1995. The date was decided in a hurry as per wish of the father of the girl. The girl’s father lived in Kota. It was very far from Mathura. The journey was to be covered by a bus. It was a very busy date. We had to go to so many bus-owners. After a long search bus –owner agree. The marriage party had to start at 2 a.m. A day before we had been to every person who was to join the party. Even then it was with great difficulty that we were able to collect all by this time after so many rounds. Lunch packets were prepared in advance. Suresh’s younger brother was in-charge of this arrangement. Somehow the bus started at 5 a.m. We felt very happy and started singing joyfully.

We were nearing Bayana. All of a sudden the bus stopped. The engine had stopped to work. All of us got down from the bus. It took two hours to put the engine to order. We boarded the bus. The bus started. We decided to take our lunch wherever water facility could be available. We saw a ‘Dharamshala’ on the outskirts of a village. We decided to take our lunch there. The bus stopped. All of us got down. To our utter confusion we saw lunch packets were not in the bus. Suresh’s brother had forgotten them in the store-room. All of us were very hungry and felt very much annoyed. With great difficulty we could get something to eat. At last, the bus burst. The driver and the conductor fitted the stepney. It took one hour to do it. The bus started. We reached Kota at 7 p.m. We were eagerly awaited. We bathed and got dainty dishes to eat which were devoured soon.

Now it was time to send ornaments and other items for the bride. The ornament box was not there in the box. Suresh’s father was very much confused. The matter was brought to the knowledge of the bride’s father. He was a wise man. He took it lightly. All the rites were performed without much trouble. The next morning we left for Mathura. The day is still fresh in my memory. 

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