It has just started

Chaos. Utter chaos. The last two weeks perhaps broke the record for the two most consecutively rambunctious weeks of all time at home since I was born. A record by some standards when it comes to my home where dad is particularly averse to breaking rules, records and ranks.
Never did the watchman's son witness so many people ask for my flat number, he was convinced, I either committed suicide or broke into the bedroom of the beasty businessman's daughter who lived in the third floor. He was sure it was the latter, for he earnestly doubted my integrity and humility.
The phone kept ringing for two days, non stop. And more dramatically, dad's phone kept ringing for about a day. Again non stop. The poor thing was in perpetual hibernation from the day it was manufactured to this day, for no one called it and it cared to call none.
The household help, usually used to the unnerving calmness at home, stood dazed the whole day, like a cat, just electrified by a 12000 volt thunderbolt. Hair raising indeed. She was amazed at the newly gained popularity of her household which could never stand even one day of her absence.
The lift had its own genre of problems. It never had a day when it had to break bulk at the fourth floor, a hundred times. It got so tired, it voluntarily disabled the button numbered 4 in the cabin and made sure everyone who pressed that darn button had one hell of a ride up to the fifth floor and back to the ground. It disabled the light too. This move was well appreciated by most youngsters in our apartment. I am not sure why.
But the question remains, what was the event of such magnanimous proportions that it threw a middle class family, eking out a living by selling grains of rice and watching the IPL, into limelight? Limelight of lilliputian proportions that is. That's enough to throw most middle class families Into limbo.