hw stupid can i be and yet escape reprimand..

Date : last day of feb,o9-a non leap year..
place : pune-loolanagar,malabaar appartments,floor no 6.
time 10 am in the morning.
thought in mind: a gd/personal interview @ 2pm.
place of interview: siib,Hinjewadi-30kms via city from loolanagar.
The blogger in contemplation of the upcoming interview coincidentally scrolls through his interview call letter and notices that d time of the interview is 11am and NOT 2pm as earlier conceived by him (from which sources is still unknown).He rushes into the washroom and in gr8 hurry some how manages to dress up by 10:10..with meek chances of making it on time he wipes his sweat from his forehead and makes it to the lift which descends slower than ever and each passing moment seems to take its toll on his patience and perseverance. (background:Chawla is along side, mamaji is out on veggy vending with cellular device left at home , mamiji is busy cooking us sum lunch.)
As the slow seeming descent commences my eyes seem to go numb, lips and soul in union of a prayer to god to send mamaji back home somehow. The only viable option now seemed a f1 drive on his new red steaming swift into the Hinjewadi. Prayers did not heed and Chawla @ the risk of a near collision cries stop an autorickshaw who wills to head for the destination which is the only likely looking chance of any MBA this season. The driver an unshaved man well into his forties pushes full throttle. His old 99 petrol renault pushes through busy streets, traffic lights which he crosses even at the slight advent of a green. My heart was thumping harder than before. With growing tension all we cud do was pray for no more hiccups on our way to probably the most important interview of my not yet begun MBA career. My wrist watch had never before been stared at so much. I gazed at it every 10sec and wished the minute hand could for once slow its pace to the cliffhanger 11. It was 10:30 with not even 5 full kms covered. (background : mamaji reaches home and at d news calls me up..i dont pick up for my cell is on low volume and the renaults loud hoarse makes me incapable of an auditory response. Mamaji in the mean while swifts down busy pune streets in top gear trying my no desperately .Slowly 20 odd miss calls mount up on the call register. Well all does not go wrong at once- mamiji's presence of mind works and finally she gets success on Chawla's cell .Now my Nokia 5200 takes charge. Mamaji was speeding down the freeway and was just at just 10 min deficit. A slight smile did come on my half blushed pale turned face. I knew in the core that he would do all his bit to get me through. He made it sooner to siib though n in turn guided the Indian auto Narain to the infotech Park after we had taken a bad turn saving another precious 5 min at least. I ran to d reception at once and found the very helpful and caring Kriti maam who guided me to the 5th floor. 15 mins into the reporting time with the institute presentation almost over and my mentor Rahul waiting for me. I made it somehow though. (350 to d Narain-well risen testosterone levels-utter chaos-almost a road safari by mamaji - mamji on the phone) but a lesson learnt for sure. Those 60 min made me, mamaji n mamiji, Chawla, Kriti maam n my career count dere beats on their hands. Cud it get any closer. Thank u all u made me appear before the panel that day. The above named for sure. And a special secret thanks to the almighty above who was busy playing in his puppet house.