How my Sunday went on all wrong….!

I switch the alarm on my phone off and roll back disheartened by the fact that it was dawn already. I have forty winks then wake up to the guilty feeling of being behind schedule. Subh is prayed way later than the time and breakfast is gulped down.
After a week of debating whether a two hour MBA slot was actually more important than an hour and a half of a training program I decided that it was. I was already short on attendance and it was my smart idea to have a 5 slot lecture on May Day and this was before I knew the training program was on. Much to the dissatisfaction of the organizers I informed that I will be late. After a very fast drive and climbing stairs two at a time I am torn to pieces by the trainers comments on my late arrival. I smile patiently and wish I never came. I then discover that sudha has changed my password and I am unable to login. Lunch was a horrid disaster with instructions being wrong and then to my horror I discover that the remainder of the program has been called off. Ok now I feel serious guilt for sneaking out of the morning MBA lecture without informing. I so badly wanted to go back and had I known about the cancellation I would have left right after the training session. I hurriedly call home hoping that there still is a possibility. I am informed that no one can leave home because there is a huge rally in front of my lane. Now I am stuck for transport. I didn’t wana risk been dragged out of a three wheeler somewhere in the middle of May Day chaos. A lift is offered from a colleague to drop us off. On the way home after meeting “Road closed” signs on three roads and spending what seemed like hours in what may have been the hottest zone in CMB, I finally end up at my grandmas bringing her back from dreamland. I then sense the beginning of what may be food poisoning and I can’t wait to be picked up and get home. But I am told that the road condition still remains the same and I am now totally depressed. I chat with grandma about almost every topic that I can think of and I so want to sleep now. Finally the pleasing sound of the tooting horn and I’m on my way to heaven. I give updates on the miserable and extremely hot day’s events to the folks. I wash and freshen up and open some econ exercises to realise that I have forgotten what was done the previous day. I close the book and I am typing this while checking my mail. And I think I’m, going to mark now.
On second thoughts I’m wondering whether it is really worth blogging this. And now that I have taken the trouble to type it I am not going to have it wasted!