Scapegoat??

I have a cool friend gang in my college. And in that gang, we used to keep teasing a very nice fellow with a particular name, scapegoat. But only day before yesterday i felt that i was also one of that kind.
I was returning to college from my home on Sunday night in rameswaram express. I was allotted a lower berth after i got my ticket confirmed. I was happy that my fate did not put any extra burden on me making me climb berths. Just imagine, a huge creature climbing berths. I myself get terrified on imagining that, leave out all the difficulties i would face trying to accommodate my overgrown body in such a small space. The moment i thanked my fate for making me devoid of such climbing efforts, the bloody bugger played his trick on me. I set my berth ready and was ready for closing off a tiring day. Suddenly i felt that someone pat my back. I turned around and saw a man, around 30-35 years calling me. He had a pregnant wife who was allotted berth in a different place in that coach. He asked me if i could switch there as he wanted to make sure that he always keeps his beloved wife in his vision. Happy couple :). With their berth too being a lower one i gleefully accepted it. That man took me to their berth and asked me to come. The moment i entered there, a overgrown (trust me, he was way bigger than me) ;) asked.. sorry ordered me to sleep in middle berth, as his father, an aged person couldn't climb up the berth. Poor hari, i never had the chance to even see that lower berth :( I thought it would be unfair to say no in that situation. Me being a good boy :) (i can sense that you are going mad reading this statement, but free ), accepted for it.

Kai ku etinadu vaaiku etama poche :(

It didn't take much longer for me to rue the adjustment i made being a good boy. There were around 15 people, all from the same family traveling in that portion of the compartment. And believe me, each person's voice in that family was way more than mine, my dad's and my mom's voice put together. God i never felt so irritated by noise like that day. Even hostel noise seemed to be way better compared to them.
My dad used to yell me for adjusting without any hesitation. But i used to counter him saying that "its a human responsibility to help others" blah blah blah.. But i must admit after this Sunday's incident. Dad, You were hundred percent right :(. Enna Koduma sir!!!