Murphy's law: Justified??

Well.. There was a day in my life where everything just seemed to go unbelievably wrong...Seemed like proving the statement "If anything can go wrong, it will..!" widely known as Murphy's law.
It began like this.. I was on a train to attend a friend's wedding. I took a bus to the station and reached the platform with the train on it early enough: about 45 min in advance. Like any other normal passenger I went upto the coach in my ticket and sat down in the alloted seat.
I was just wondering why there were no lights in the coach, when there came along three people and insisted that i was sitting on the seat allotted to them! I protested meekly and began fumbling for my ticket. I found it and produced it triumphantly: when one of the blokes said with conviction: "But its my name on the reservation chart!"
This seemed to be the reigning rule with the co-passengers as well.
"Oh, well, why not have a look for myself?" I thought and waded through a mass a people goggling at the chart and looked at the seat number. To my total shock, it wasn't there! One of the blokes came after me and i thought he was going to help me, but to my sheer annoyance, he kept repeating that the reservation chart had his friend's name! I feverishly looked through the entire chart and could not find my name anywhere.... Hey wait! There was a section below titled "Changed Seating.." And my name was on the very first! Alright! The new seat number pointed to a coach "A2". Now wait a minute, am i missing something here? Could there really be a coach by that name? I asked the bloke as well, but he seemed as non-plussed as i was.
So, off i went, in search of this compartment. I did find a coach; but it seemed to be an A.C. one.. Now, wait a minute did i not pay the fare for a non-A.C. coach? I checked out the chart anyway and bingo! There was my name!
I then trudged back to my erstwhile coach to find my luggage. I hosted it upon my poor shoulders and proceeded to this coach and guess what? My sandal had to choose this moment on this day to snap up! Grr....
Well.. I then limped the rest of my way to the compartment, found my seat and settled down. The "TT" was an owlish character who looked at my ticket and said "But this is a sleeper ticket!" I kept my temper under check and said "Please check your reservation chart." He did it and was satisfied. So i settled for a "comfortable" trip or so it would seem.
Another rather large personality came up and asked me "Where are you going to?"
And why do you want to know? "Thiruvalla" I replied rather caustically. He just nodded and went away.
I think i have forgotten to mention here that there was another person who was to have joined me on this trip: It was an elderly lady and her compartment i knew, was about 1 k.m. away from mine.
I spent a rather good night and awoke at my leisure at aorund 7.00 the next day. I Made myself comfortable with my mp3 player and a book.
It must have been around 9.00 when it happened. The same guy who asked me where i was headed turned up and said:
"Excuse me, are you aware that this train doesn't go to thiruvalla?"
My jaw dropped and I said rather shakily: "It- it doesn't?
"No. There is some construction work going on and it takes a diversion from one of the stations before. You can confirm with the TT."
Which I, needless to say, did. The TT also informed me that I had to get off at a station called "Ernakulam" from where there would be an alternate arrangement made by the railways.
What next? Well I had to get this information across to the lady in the other compartment. I approached my benefactor (who i wrongly supposed to be a villain the previous night) and explained my situation to him. He said he would help me and placed a couple of calls to get the number of a person in a nearby compartment. He made this unfortunate bird walk to lady's compartment and give her the phone, and i briefed her about the situation.
I then decided, my decision seconded by my benefactor, to get off at the next major station and proceed to the lady's compartment. I got off from the AC coaches, got into the sleeper coaches, and trudged almost pitifully, bag and all for almost one k.m. I finally reached the compartment, to see the lady(bless her) waiting at the entrance itself.
So, we got off at "Ernakulam" and inquired about any "arrangements". As is typical with the Indian railways, no one had heard of any. One person, advised us to get back into the train and get off at another station. We listened to him and hopped back in.
As soon as we got in, other people in the train advised us to get down at various other stations. We listened to one particular person and decided to get off at a place called "Haripad".
When the train finally reached this place, we were in for another shock- There was no platform on either side and we had to jump to land on stones. I managed it, but the lady was shocked and had to be bodily lifted down. A similar fiasco followed when we had to climb onto the platform in the station.
Well, "All' s well that ends well" they say, and we did reach our destination by an auto rickshaw that day. That day saw me through a lot of difficulties and my belief in Murphy's law was strengthened!!