A mad story

There was this boy- ABC. No, his actual name was ABC.
He was totally unhappy with it, and tell me who would not be? He had all right to be unhappy with it.But his mother and father never realised his problem. Both of them- they had quite okay names- 'gangabai' and 'Chhotelal'.
" Why on earth you named me like a standard English chart?", ABC would ask his parents often.they never felt anger at his question but simply smiled, looking at each other. One fine day he decided enough is enough and left his house. " Let me find my own way. Enough of this boring life", he said to himself. But 2-3 other friends also Happen to hear him. Anyways that's not in the scope of our story.
ABC started his journey at bedewed (east), besides the Kebab corner where you get fresh lime juice 24 hours a day. ABC tried not to look at the Kebab's but he couldn't help looking at a glass full of mango juice. "What a lovely piece of work this table is !" ABC thought. "If I learn this then I can also make such beautiful piece of wooden work'. He approached the shop keeper with a yellow T-shirt.
" Please teach me how to make Kebabs. " ABC asked the shopkeeper.
"Never mind son, you'll pass in the next exams", One of the Kebab's said calmly.
ABC was frustrated with this…. He caught a train and decided to get down at last possible stop where train doesn't halt.
Well, the boy was lucky indeed - Ticket checker caught him travelling without ticket ! But when ABC started crying and made sounds similar to Hayena,
Ticket checker had no other option but to take him home. TC's little daughter was fascinated by hayenas. She had a big schoolbag !
ABC was tired by all these events. All he wanted was a new name and he had ended up here! In a TC's home - with a inane girl who loved Hayenas!
" It's all your fault Kau, you just can't write a good story", ABC told me with an expression of disgust on his face.
" I agree totally", I said with a sigh.