mishra's one day of magic (part one)

hello, i am mishra... murli prasad mishra.
name - i told you.
place of birth - bulandshehar
state - uttar pradesh
residence - new delhi
work - telephone department clerk
life - boring
children - two
wife - one... (umm?)
other information - not applicable
yes, so that's all i need to tell you about my life, because there is nothng else i possibly could. i could put this in a paragraph form and increase the length by the extra 'the's and 'a's but ultimately, my life sucks... or rather being a man of 40, i would say my life is boring.
i know you are not interested in my life, so let's skip it and switch over to something ...what you would call, COOL!
so as usual, i woke up one morning in my house in chandni chowk, shielding my eyes from the blinding sunlight blazing through the ventilator. slowly getting up i saw my children staring at me.
"what?", i asked.
"mom's angry at you", my little daughter anushka said.
"wow, really?"
"what?"
"nothing, why?"
my children looked at me with pity in their eyes. i hate that look.
"dad, mom wants us to get a new house, don't you know? today she heard jyoti aunty speak ill of our house and got all crazy", my son explained. he's the little version of me...same long nose, dark complexion. totally me. not good.
anyways, i got up slowly and went outside my room. my wife, once pretty and beautiful, now fat and grumpy came trotting upto me.
"i've decided", her words.
"what?"
"we're getting a new house", her reply.
"how?"
she swelled. "YOU WILL BUY US ONE! HAVE YOU SEEN THIS PLACE...! OUR NEIGHBOURS...THE POULTRY ON THE ROADS...MESS EVERYWHERE... ELECTRICITY PROBLEMS! WHAT NOT! I DIDN'T MARRY YOU FOR THIS!"
"so!? what can i do!!? don't you see rukmani, we don't have money! i am a bloody office clerk i can't afford 50 lacs worth of a house!", my anger imploded.
she looked at me for a second, then shooting me a disgusted look, went off.
there goes my day.
so, as expected, i got ready, worse my usual assortment of clothes, and without any breakfast started from my house in our old maruti 800, my little ferrari.
so... then travelling down around half mile (everything in delhi is miles away, and no, i haven't heard madonna) i reached my old office's dilapidated building.
i walked inside feeling a little better. at least everyone likes me in this place. i went up straight two floors up to my cabin without meeting anyone. i was just starting to feel weird when i remembered...oh damn! its a sunday.
wow.
cursing my luck, iturned around and started heading back downstairs. now that i'm out there is no point going straight back home... why don't i go and have a bite of breakfast at laxman dhaba first?
sop, getting into my ferrari, i backed it to the barrier and zoomed off towards laxman dhaba...expecting nothing more than two naans with extr butter and missi roti...
as they always say, life is unexpected.
3 hours later, i was running for my life.