when everything served ..

......and the wreck,
this headache seems to kill me
when nothing else seems to bother me, the head brings this ache to me like telling me hey you can't sit idle - there is no peace for you !
everything served to make it worse today-

the split had to go out of order,
everybody had to feel hot,
the fan had to slap my head,
the window had to remain open,
the light had to fall direct on my moniter,
the rays had to hit my eyes and head,
the work had to increase
the deadline had to meet
i had to sit late
the traffic had to rush
the roads had to get busy
everything seemed to synchronize with each other causing this killy pain
and the day had to make bad !

please come somebody ... and pick me from the hell !

nobody listens ..... i am dying

hey .. hey

here it comes!
my saver
my rickshaw man :)