One day when I was in bed after going through the daily routines and trivial jobs of mine, I received a call on my cell phone. I wondered who’s calling me in this middle of the night. I tiredly got up to pick the phone to know about the caller; it was from an unknown number. I thought it might be from the customer care, always disturbing their users with the services that one rarely needs.
Anyway as it was a new number, I picked up the phone. I said ‘Hello’. The reply came as - ‘Hello, is this Sunny?’ It was a male voice of a person that sounded like in its 30’s or 40’s. Though the response was a polite and humble one, I went a little suspicious. The number was strange which also made it difficult to figure out the caller’s service or region. I could figure that I was familiar with the voice but couldn’t exactly remember who he was. I quickly investigated for who he was. But he refused to disclose his identity, for the reason that he told me I wasn’t meant to know. I asked him why I should talk to a stranger who is not revealing his identity. He replied that if I wish to hang up the phone, I may proceed and that he might not be able to call me at any later stage. The awkward response made me somewhat curious to know about him. Then I said that even if he doesn’t mean to tell me about himself, he could at least tell how he knows me. To this he seemed to get a little excited and started telling me about some of my childhood memories. I got a little edgy and began asking him more about me. He seemed to be completely relaxed while answering me and was always almost right.
In the mean time, I kept wondering who he was. I first thought of my father, but then I could have easily recognized his voice. Then I thought he could be some uncle whom I haven’t met lately, but that kind of uncle never existed in my life.
As our talk proceeded, I stopped asking further questions to him. I was convinced that whoever he was, had researched deeply on me, and actually know quite a lot about me if not all. I also began to feel a little proud that someone was so much interested in me. I, now, wanted to know for the reason of his call. I asked him if he wants to know anything more about me or need any kind of help for that matter. For that he replied in negative. He just wanted to talk to me and check how am I doing.
To tell the truth, last few days were not going good for me. I was kind of getting frustrated at times, thinking when these hard days will get over. I thought myself in an incongruous and in-apposite place. But what does these whimsical thoughts of mine is concerned with him.
I replied to him that the things were going ok and all the positive sides I could imagine of the situation. As I was saying these, he began to take more interest on these and frequently asked those ‘why’ and ‘how’ questions. He seemed to be patient and listened my reasons and explanations with great attention. I sometimes had to dug deep to satiate him, for which he was very welcoming. Lastly he told me to keep looking at these sides of situation but to care about the ones I didn't told him about. I was once again pinched by this remark of his.
I, again for the last time, decided to give a thought on ‘who he could be’. This time I was somewhat ready for an out of box idea as well, if it could convince me. I began to think, he may be God. He would know everything about me (if He wanted to know), and could easily match mine’s thought with His. Then again, if he could choose any one then why me. I am definitely not the one who is regularly worshiping Him; even I sometimes fail to realize His existence. I am mainly involved with Him through my family, whom I care for and want to see happy. My family, like any others, worships and offers prayers to Him twice a day. So my family members come before me, if He is to choose. So it can’t be Him.
That’s it – I had given enough thought on figuring who he was. Now, I decided just to concentrate on the conversation irrespective of who he was. Anyway he told me he can’t call me again, so why worry so much. I was also slowly started having faith in him. Maybe it was similarities of ideas or his deep research about me or for the matter- the way he was talking to me.
As our talks got longer and longer, we covered various topics of sports, lan gaming, movies, politics, business, philosophy, and a little discussion about God also. Good to know was that he was also a disciple of my mortal GOD – ‘SACHIN TENDULKAR’ or he must have made the discussion a rude one if not shorter. During the talks, I tried to get some information about him, but he seemed to be very cautious in what he was speaking.
When I looked at my watch- it was 4:40 in the morning. I asked to myself, has this person got nothing better than to talk to me this late. And when I asked him that, he started laughing and told me that he had previously took permission from his wife before calling me. I was also smiling and asked if she also knows me. He replied that in affirmative and before I could ask any further questions, he restated me of the 'No personal questions' thing. I was getting really mad at him, after having this kind of provocation and then a ‘No-Entry’ sign.
Now I was also getting out of ideas to increase the talks. The night was also taking toll of me which I was not equipped with lately. Earlier in the college days, Many days began with the nights and the saying ‘Raat Baaki, Baat Baaki’ took their true meanings. I didn’t want to cut off our talks despite feeling too sleepy. But then also I said good bye and wished him for his future. I told him that I was happy to talk to him and would look to talk in future also. He replied ‘You Can Always’. I fell to sleep at that moment only.
Next morning, when I woke up, I quickly remembered the last night happenings, took the cell phone to check the records of the call. There was none. I was amazed at first then inquired the last nights happening with my roomie. He also seemed to remember nothing apart from that I slept a little early. This was more of a shock to me as I could literally remember all the talks I had with that person. Then I remembered his last line. And I realized whose ‘The Call’ was.
P.S. : Don't forget to feed my fishes :)
Anyway as it was a new number, I picked up the phone. I said ‘Hello’. The reply came as - ‘Hello, is this Sunny?’ It was a male voice of a person that sounded like in its 30’s or 40’s. Though the response was a polite and humble one, I went a little suspicious. The number was strange which also made it difficult to figure out the caller’s service or region. I could figure that I was familiar with the voice but couldn’t exactly remember who he was. I quickly investigated for who he was. But he refused to disclose his identity, for the reason that he told me I wasn’t meant to know. I asked him why I should talk to a stranger who is not revealing his identity. He replied that if I wish to hang up the phone, I may proceed and that he might not be able to call me at any later stage. The awkward response made me somewhat curious to know about him. Then I said that even if he doesn’t mean to tell me about himself, he could at least tell how he knows me. To this he seemed to get a little excited and started telling me about some of my childhood memories. I got a little edgy and began asking him more about me. He seemed to be completely relaxed while answering me and was always almost right.
In the mean time, I kept wondering who he was. I first thought of my father, but then I could have easily recognized his voice. Then I thought he could be some uncle whom I haven’t met lately, but that kind of uncle never existed in my life.
As our talk proceeded, I stopped asking further questions to him. I was convinced that whoever he was, had researched deeply on me, and actually know quite a lot about me if not all. I also began to feel a little proud that someone was so much interested in me. I, now, wanted to know for the reason of his call. I asked him if he wants to know anything more about me or need any kind of help for that matter. For that he replied in negative. He just wanted to talk to me and check how am I doing.
To tell the truth, last few days were not going good for me. I was kind of getting frustrated at times, thinking when these hard days will get over. I thought myself in an incongruous and in-apposite place. But what does these whimsical thoughts of mine is concerned with him.
I replied to him that the things were going ok and all the positive sides I could imagine of the situation. As I was saying these, he began to take more interest on these and frequently asked those ‘why’ and ‘how’ questions. He seemed to be patient and listened my reasons and explanations with great attention. I sometimes had to dug deep to satiate him, for which he was very welcoming. Lastly he told me to keep looking at these sides of situation but to care about the ones I didn't told him about. I was once again pinched by this remark of his.
I, again for the last time, decided to give a thought on ‘who he could be’. This time I was somewhat ready for an out of box idea as well, if it could convince me. I began to think, he may be God. He would know everything about me (if He wanted to know), and could easily match mine’s thought with His. Then again, if he could choose any one then why me. I am definitely not the one who is regularly worshiping Him; even I sometimes fail to realize His existence. I am mainly involved with Him through my family, whom I care for and want to see happy. My family, like any others, worships and offers prayers to Him twice a day. So my family members come before me, if He is to choose. So it can’t be Him.
That’s it – I had given enough thought on figuring who he was. Now, I decided just to concentrate on the conversation irrespective of who he was. Anyway he told me he can’t call me again, so why worry so much. I was also slowly started having faith in him. Maybe it was similarities of ideas or his deep research about me or for the matter- the way he was talking to me.
As our talks got longer and longer, we covered various topics of sports, lan gaming, movies, politics, business, philosophy, and a little discussion about God also. Good to know was that he was also a disciple of my mortal GOD – ‘SACHIN TENDULKAR’ or he must have made the discussion a rude one if not shorter. During the talks, I tried to get some information about him, but he seemed to be very cautious in what he was speaking.
When I looked at my watch- it was 4:40 in the morning. I asked to myself, has this person got nothing better than to talk to me this late. And when I asked him that, he started laughing and told me that he had previously took permission from his wife before calling me. I was also smiling and asked if she also knows me. He replied that in affirmative and before I could ask any further questions, he restated me of the 'No personal questions' thing. I was getting really mad at him, after having this kind of provocation and then a ‘No-Entry’ sign.
Now I was also getting out of ideas to increase the talks. The night was also taking toll of me which I was not equipped with lately. Earlier in the college days, Many days began with the nights and the saying ‘Raat Baaki, Baat Baaki’ took their true meanings. I didn’t want to cut off our talks despite feeling too sleepy. But then also I said good bye and wished him for his future. I told him that I was happy to talk to him and would look to talk in future also. He replied ‘You Can Always’. I fell to sleep at that moment only.
Next morning, when I woke up, I quickly remembered the last night happenings, took the cell phone to check the records of the call. There was none. I was amazed at first then inquired the last nights happening with my roomie. He also seemed to remember nothing apart from that I slept a little early. This was more of a shock to me as I could literally remember all the talks I had with that person. Then I remembered his last line. And I realized whose ‘The Call’ was.
P.S. : Don't forget to feed my fishes :)
5 comments:
hmm pretty interesting ....
itz Good that you have started writing....
But:
"I first thought of my father, but then I could have easily recognized his voice" ....ahh come on ....
abey ye kya hai....
sala INCEPTION dek key aaya hoga.. pakka.
intresting...but chutiya to nahi kat reha hai...
(to me also happend some times but later on it was jut thought of dream )
@ deepak : thanks ... a little exaggeration is permissible ... ;)
@ pati : yaar abhi tak "Inception" nahi dekha, so no idea if it anyway matches... :(
:) smiling..evrr
@ abhi : :-)
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