It's all my fault!

This one's been a long time coming hasn't it?? Truth is I just couldn't find the inspiration to write about something that was important to me.....well maybe I did, atleast on 2 occasions. On the first one, my editor (read wife) didn't allow publishing rights, and on the other I was too lazy to put pen to paper, or is it fingers to keyboard nowadays.....

Anyways, to cut a long story short, these days there's a general theme doing the rounds, somehow, I find myself at the center of the universe and funnily enough its not due to me becoming an egotistic megalomaniac overnight. 

I'll quote 2 small incidents in my defense and I would like you as the readers to be the judge and jury, and help me reinforce the theme I've stated above or negate it. 

Incident 1:

A friend has a flight back home in the morning, earlyish, so I humbly offer my services to drop him to the airport, knowing full well that I will not be sleeping most of that night due to prior commitments, still I offer, coz I'm such a swell guy, always willing to help out. The friend readily agrees. The flight is at 9:25am, so we decide on a time of around 7:30am for me to be at his place and for us to be at the airport around 8ish to be on the safe side. Now mind you, this friend has also informed me the night before that he has checked in online, which usually helps and means that you can show up a little later, drop off your baggage and proceed to passport control no questions asked. Now I go to sleep at around 4:30 after the morning prayers, having set all my alarms, but shit happens, so I oversleep by ONE snooze and wake up at 7:40, precisely when the friend decides its now a little late so I better see where Adil is. Ideally I should've been at his place at 7:30 or 7:45 at the latest, as it turns out I reach at around 8 and we reach the airport around 8:25. By the time he reaches the counter to drop off his baggage, the guy at the counter informs him that its too late and that they've closed the counter. So my good friend calls me to tell me to turn back as I'm on my way home as he might have to give me back the luggage as he could still go on with carry on baggage. 

As it happens, he catches a lucky break and somehow gets on the plane with all the luggage, but in the aftermath of the incident, who gets blamed for almost making my friend miss his flight or at best leave his luggage behind. Now all i'll say before leaving the case to your capable judgement is why counldn't he have called earlier? wasn't it his flight to miss? his luggage to check in? but no guess who's fault it is???

Incident 2:

The following day is eid so the prayers are early in the morning. Another friend sends me a message asking what time are the prayers, and I reply saying 6:15, I get a reply saying "Done", thats it, thats all it says. However, I'm supposed to understand from this one all encompassing word, that I'm supposed to wake up this friend well before the prayers and pick him up to go to the mosque together. So when I some how wake up and go to the prayers after only an hour's sleep because, you guessed it, prior commitments, I barely make it through them let alone the sermon that follows. I come home at around ten minutes to 7 and I get a call from the same friend who has now woken up and brazenly accuses me of being the sole reason for him having missed his first eid prayers here in dubai, albeit not in so many words, to be fair to him. Obviously that makes me feel a bit guilty, but because I'm so god damn sleepy, I just hit the pillow and doze off. 

You tell me, ho does one word mean so much?????

Now, I know that based on 2 small incidents, I may be exaggerating a bit by saying that everything that happens good or bad (mostly bad) is my fault, but believe me when I say that a married man already carries the burden of being blamed for everything so when his friends start doing the same, the world does start to crumble. I mean isn't it enough to be carrying the burden of being late for every dawat, forgetting the eggs, mixing up the dhania with the podina, not noticing the minutest change to the hair, not being able to answer spontaneously to the eternal question: "Why do you love me"?, or for the gas running out at the wrong time, for the microwave to stop working at the wrong time, for asking for tea at the, you got it, wrong time; if all that wasn't enough, I'm now responsible for letting my friends down....I'm going to break into a sob now.....

oh wait, it just got worse, there's another power failure in New Delhi, guess who's fault it is?

later.....