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10:45 PM
Tring Tring.
“Hello??” “Who? Jappi?? No, I am not Jappi, I am Arvind; sorry wrong number”
Tring Tring.
“Hello? Sorry this is not Kattreguppa Junkyard, what? No we don’t buy or sell scrap metal”
“Newspaper?? " Arrrrrrrrrrrrgh, "you wanna sell it? Hell, Ok I will pay you 10 rupees per Kg ok? No, not a pie more than that, if you are Ok come to my shop Today evening” .
Thank God this wasn't tough. Atlast I could ward him off. Let him go searching for the Newspaper Buyer's store and raise hell about the bargain, Not my mistake *Notorious and Irritated*
Phewwwwwwwwwwwwwww !!!!
Thank God this wasn't tough. Atlast I could ward him off. Let him go searching for the Newspaper Buyer's store and raise hell about the bargain, Not my mistake *Notorious and Irritated*
Phewwwwwwwwwwwwwww !!!!
This is my routine life, Every wrong number in this country connects to my phone and there is nothing I can do about it. My doctor uncle asks me to look at the positive side - It helps increase my patience and control my blood pressure. You belive that?? Blood pressure my foot. If I get another such call, I will… I will… I will wriggle his neck and cut him to pieces. But, If it is a gal it’s still Ok, I can flirt for a while ;) *notorious and plotting*
How I wish if a sweet and cute girl calls me… oh here goes it again.
How I wish if a sweet and cute girl calls me… oh here goes it again.
Tring tring, Tring tring.
“Yes? What? No, this is not SAVE SUICIDERS phone line” (Now you know where the Jhoota hi sahi team copied the idea from :P )." Hey, what? No , please! listen to me, don’t kill yourself. Hello? hello? you there? Hello? Hello?”.
Goodness Gracious!! did she kill herself? What did I do? I could have simply lied and saved a life. I can never forgive myself for having done this.
Goodness Gracious!! did she kill herself? What did I do? I could have simply lied and saved a life. I can never forgive myself for having done this.
The next day Bangalore Mirror , a local newspaper reported a young girl’s suicide case on front page and that is all I needed to go weak in the knees. I killed her. If there was a rewind option, how I’d love to talk to her and convince her not to trade her life so cheap.
I was down with fever the next few days. On that, my friends narrating me stories of the haunting ghosts didn’t help a bit. What’s worse was those Mysterious Missed Calls. They weren’t missed calls actually. I was afraid to receive calls from unknown numbers lest the ghost of her talk to me and question why I didn’t stop her?
To aggravate things, a pattern has developed in last few days. I get calls every night at 10:45 PM from an unknown number, A single unknown number. Was I suffering the same like Farhan Akhtar in Karthik calling Karthik? May be. I checked with family and friends. I got an equivocal answer, we won’t dare play a prank when you are going through such a trauma. I also noted that they were actually MISSED CALLS. Two rings and the call gets cut.
To aggravate things, a pattern has developed in last few days. I get calls every night at 10:45 PM from an unknown number, A single unknown number. Was I suffering the same like Farhan Akhtar in Karthik calling Karthik? May be. I checked with family and friends. I got an equivocal answer, we won’t dare play a prank when you are going through such a trauma. I also noted that they were actually MISSED CALLS. Two rings and the call gets cut.
I am going freaking crazy. I need a way out. I know the only way is to face it. It is 10.44 and my phone will ring in next 60 seconds.I will receive the call today, I mean tonight ( Can’t help the confusion, I am already shaky and afraid, fear creeping in from all corners). Tonight, I will talk to her and confess, ask for forgiveness. What could go wrong? Worst, her ghost may take my life and I will become a ghost myself and haunt someone else. But how bad that can be? Not bad than the present state I am in. Need not spend my nights awake and have nightmares during the day. I will do it. Come what may, I will pick the call before the second ring. Yes, come on. Bring it on, 5 seconds to go, 4, 3 ,2,1 and trrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrring.
Click “Hello?”
Total, absolute and perfect silence.
It is less than a second’s silence and 1000 thoughts flood my brain. Is it really her? Is it her ghost? Will a hand reach out the phone and choke my breath? Will someone realise that I am dead by morning? Who will I haunt? I don’t have an enemy as such….. so on and so forth.
Coming back to the phone call , with all strength I mutter again “H-H-hello??”
And then I hear those words
“Hi Janu, where were you I have been trying to reach you for past few days. You don’t respond to my calls?”
Me: “What?”
She: “You know I called you yesterday and day before and the before that also. We saw you with some gal at the pani puri stand out my hostel. I thought you had come to meet me. Who was she??”
I was confused. Her ghost was playing with me before putting me to rest. But there was no point beating round the bush. So I said “I am sorry. I tried to stop you but you were already dead by then. I am serious I wanted to help you but before I could say something you were dead”
She: “ Ha ha, you are kidding right? trying to avoid my question? I wont give up until you tell me who she was, else I will call your parents and tell them you were going around with some gal even after being betrothed to me”.
Hell !! this ghost is really in some funny mood . I said again “ I am sorry, please don’t kill me, I didn’t mean to let you die, I haven’t slept since that day, I mean night, I am repenting, please forgive me, please please. I want to live longer please don’t kill me” I panicked.
She responded “ You freaky moron, aren’t you Hameed my Fiance?”.
I was like “ Hameed ? who the hell is Hameed?"
I was like “ Hameed ? who the hell is Hameed?"
She “ Aren’t you really Hameed? Oh shiii”
I let out a huge sigh and looked down at my WET pants. Everything wasted, sleep, food energy, time and lifetime's achievement of never having wet my pants before. All for a Bloooooooooooooody wrong number.
“Sorry. Wrong Number”. I said and cut the call
Heck!!!!!
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