TRAGEDY OF ERRORS

TRAGEDY OF ERRORS

I had to go to our Doctor in Ayyanthol, Trichur, to get prescription for medicines for diabetes.  It is a routine visit. When I reached there, I found that, my wife had kept her file, instead of my file, in the bag. How can I show it to the Doctor? To further complicate the matter, Sharmila was absent. Her father MNoidin was there, who was not familiar with my cqaase. So, wityh his permission, I first purchased the medicines. The shop owner knew me and referred old bills and did it. With the names of the medicines and the bill I came back, when I found that Moidin has gone somewhere.

To while away the time, I went to the Collectorate, to sell my new booklet of ten short stories in English. I was told that the office is closed because of second Saturday!  So I retraced my steps to the clinic. I showed the papers to Moidin and got them signed. Good.

Next, I came to the Municipal stand. There was some time for my bus to come. I went to the market. Seeing fried banana chips, I wanted to buy it. Though I waited for several minutes, the man could not give it, because many were already waiting there.

Then I went to ATM booth. I got the slip showing “ Unable to give money, shortage in the booth”

Then I waited for the bus; it did not come, so I took the bus for Poochunnipadam. By auto, I came to the SBI branch. Though it was about to be one, office was closed. Here the ATM booth is inside the office.

This is called “A Bad Day”