S & I: The irony of my LIFE

I first learnt of the word irony when I was in 11th class. It was in one of my English textbook, the story was “The Mark of Vishnu” written by Khushwant Singh. In this short story, he had indited several ironical statements regarding Gungaram (the central character of story). The irony was very peculiar and sublime. Here, I am producing the irony that I have faced personally in my life. Here it goes dear friends.
This all started when I was profoundly attracted towards a girl of my college named Shanti. Nothing happened between us but my friend Shahil thought I must find alliance; therefore, I recommended her name. Later, he tried arranging a talk between us and it was unsuccessful, she refused. I was indeed hurt that time as it was natural for anyone to be. Therefore I was trying to find solace somewhere on this earth but couldn’t. Here began the irony of my life.
A few days after the incident had happened (While I was recuperating from this cruel day in my life), I saw a carelessly thrown wrapper on road and my eyes intuitively caught those six clear letters in capital SHANTI. The thing which I was running from had sought me unaware.
Things would have been better if everything had stopped here but it didn't. As I took out the books,which I had brought from a library, I couldn't help myself from glancing at the back of one of the books. The stamp upon it gleamed in blue without any smudge carrying the letters SHANTI BOOK HOUSE. Ah!! it still pains. The word instantly reminded me of her and I was almost in tears again. It passed, but not for long.
The next day when I left for medical shop a few hundred metres away from my house I happened to see a board that carried the same holy name backlighted EXTENSIVELY in bright orange, it said: SHANTI ELECTRICALS. I put my head in my hands and pulled my hairs, reaction any ordinary human would have shown.
The irony, however, was not going to leave me here. It was to torture me again. How?? Read on. A petrol pump near my house started renovating. The plan involved replacing the underground tank and the existing canopy with a new 0ne. The underground thing was fine but it was the overhead canopy that bothered me (and still bothers me). For when they removed it they didn't replace it quickly and took their own time making me to bang my heads daily on the walls as there was a building right behind the pump flanked by tall structures on either sides. With the canopy up and tall structures by its side the name wasn't visible but with the covers down the name was too visible to be ignored, the name was( yes you alomost guessed it) SHANTI RAM CENTRE. I was hysterical literally.
The irony still follows me but the pain has allayed. The disadvantages of knowing too many languages remain and this is the reason that I see her name everywhere in English, Hindi and Tamil(I can read it!).