It all started when my three-month old daughter soiled the bed sheet, despite the diaper. I cleaned up the mess and went for a shower. I squeezed the shampoo bottle gently, but the cap detached itself, spilling the entire contents everywhere. I just showered myself with all that shampoo.

I was getting ready when my mobile phone rang. I picked it up and accidentally dropped it. The screen shattered with spidery cracks running from the center. It looked oddly beautiful.

I took out my car to reach the airport as I had a flight to catch for a business meeting. While I was driving, I saw a billboard with the slightly ungrammatical phrase "Murphy Law". With all that was happening since morning, this seemed to be eerily appropriate. The day was not yet over though.

As I came closer to the billboard, I found out that it was about some new movie starring Eddie Murphy and Jude Law. I just smiled at myself, musing about the uncanny coincidence, when a dog just jumped onto the road right in front of my car. I jammed the brakes on – they squealed like pigs being slaughtered. The car came to an abrupt stop, and the airbag ballooned out on my face. I managed to come out of the car, still unable to believe what just happened. The dog looked at me innocently, but I could see its eyes asking: "Who let this man out? Who? Who? Who?!"

I called up for a tow truck to get my car to the nearest mechanic, who looked at my car as if it was trash, and then looked at me as if I was trash.

"Let me guess - sudden brakes?" he asked.

I nodded sheepishly.

"The airbag?" he continued.

I nodded again. "You could find that out just by looking at the car?" I asked incredulously.

"It's a common issue with these cars, you know. If you are willing to listen, I could tell you a thing or two about the faulty suspensions, the worn tires....and the leaking engine," he said.

“Worn tires? I just changed them a couple of months back,” I protested. “You know what”, I said, “I have had enough for the day. Could you just fix the car soon?”

I hailed a taxi and went to the airport just in time. I boarded the flight, and as it took off I was just hoping that things could not get any worse, when the flight jerked heavily, circled the airport a couple of times, and landed back in the same airport.

"One of our engines just malfunctioned, probably some angry bird," said the pilot in an ill-timed jest. "I apologize for the rough landing, which I believe, has damaged the landing gear. I would request you to disembark and wait for further announcement."

I did not know what was happening to me, or why. I just used a payphone and informed my customer that I could not make it today, and went back home in a taxi.

My wife and kid were still out. I grabbed a couple of beer cans, sat on the sofa, and turned on the TV. I pulled the pin on the can, and it neatly broke away without opening the can. I took the other can, pulled the pin slowly, and it neatly broke away as well. I exploded with anger, and threw both the beer cans on the TV screen. The screen shattered with spidery cracks running from the center. It looked oddly beautiful, even more than the screen of the mobile phone did in the morning.

The beer cans had opened up, spraying the beer everywhere, and my wife chose just this moment to enter the house. She was dumbstruck, and when she just shouted, "What the...", some beer happily oozed into an electric socket. There was a crackling spark, and off went the lights.

"What is wrong with you?!" she shouted, tears in her eyes, and left me.

I was so frustrated that I let out a shriek, but before it completed, a searing pain ripped through my chest.

When I regaineed consciousness, I found a benign face staring at me. It was the doctor's, and he was asking me if I always liked a large order of fries. I was already disoriented and utterly confused. He then told me that I would have to undergo angioplasty because cholesterol had decided to become a permanent resident in my arteries. I blinked a few times, which probably activated some of my brain cells, and I asked: “What about stents?”

The doctor looked at me with pity.

“Stents? No one knows if they would work,” he said, and added hopefully, “Would you like to be a guinea pig?”

It was too much for a single day and I went back to sleep.

When I woke up, my wife was still with me. The baby was sleeping comfortably. The bed sheet was as clean as it ever could be.

It was a bad dream, but thankfully, not very realistic