WHY ME!!!!!???

It is yet another dank monsoon in Kolkata......but the problem is...it is a bit wayward from the yearly voracity with which the city is overtaken by the clouds....then rain and eventually water for even more number of days than it has actually pelted...thanks to the drainage system of the city....or rather the lack of it........the thing is.......this morning I got the final confirmation that it is actually some kind of personal vendetta against me for some heresy long forgotten.......and the irony is ....assuming the heretic is actually me.....I dont understand why it is always ME!!!!!...indeed the convict here does not really know his felony......which again affirms that there is no such thing as justice.........its always the muscles that the law is inclined to.........but thats a different story.....and as always I wander to some totally irrelevent piece of rhetoric........
So the vendetta part......otherwise how would you explain it........it never rains when I go out with the umbrella.....okay I accept burdening myself with an umbrella has never been in my favourite list......c'mon its not 'cool'.....but then how come each time I somewhat conveniently forget to take it with me it always drizzle........and I think 'okay I guess I can manage it'......and then grows a bit stronger and I think "okay just a few yards and I am home"......and when the home is indeed few yards it really pours down with pre-historic fury and I think "shit!!" ......and when finally I end up at home totally soaked like an old cat at a tub it vanishes with the same intentional ludicrity with which it had arrived.....and the sun almost beams at me with its all so crooked grin.........thats darned unfair..........and here I am......sneezing my day out like a crone by the escritoire......again I had supressed the plight for two days with two paracetamols and one I-dont-know-what pill which after taking I found was expired by over one year just for an invitation to get sloshed at one of my friend's place..........it went quite well actually but this morning when I got down from the car of the guy I met there.....quite satisfied that it had actually saved me the pain of a ridiculous bus ride from Salt Lake to South Kolkata........it again started pelting.......hard and stark like zillion nails from a Kalashnikov........unable to sprint thanks to a worn-out slipper with it sole defying the laws of friction.......I knew I was going to be sick.........and that it was a personal 'thing' against me........................and more so when now I sit with a bloody steaming soup that some witch doctor had prescribed for me........my body so sore that even blinking hurts.........this wonderful neighbour of mine had sent her son.....a two times aspirant of standard seven... to me so that I can help him out with this math assignment comprising a cognitive concotion of Pythagoras Theorem and Euclidean Geometry!!!!