9.30 am
me sleeping.
cellphone rings
i somehow grab the phone beside the bed
it shows Private number calling...
Me: uh..huh... huhllo?
X: hey! is that abhilasha?
Me: who's this??
X: Abhilasha Dafria?
me:(irritated) do i know you??
X: No, you don't know me.. but..
Me: (interrupts) well, if i don't know you, then i don't want to....goodbye....(hangs up)
(rearranges the scattered cushions and blanket grumbling)...damn these commerce romeos...neend kharab kardi...the extent they'll go to for a girls attention... bloody commerce leke toh zindagi barbaad hogayi meri...
9.40 am
phone rings again...
private number calling...
me: cuts call...
calls again..
me: puts call on silent..
call missed.
calls again
me: FED UP.
receives the call
me: (angrily) HULLO!
X: (heavy Californian accent) you want to know what I'm trying to say....
me: before that, i want to know who you are...
X: I'm a well-wisher.
me: i have no well-wishers...dude, i donno whether this is for winning a tacky bet or something...i don't know who has told you what, i just wanna say, I'M NOT THAT TYPE... plz don't call again...please...goodbye
hangs up...
calls again...
me: sigh! what do you want mister?
X: your time
me: you have already taken enough.
X: you have more than enough.
me: excuse me?
X: face it Miss Dafria.... you have just Rita with you.... now how much of your precious time will poor lil Rita take??
me: uh..first of all, if you are a spy, i don't care to explain to you anything....secondly, if you are a spy, you are a bad one ...
X: I'm a good spy. You are a bad judge.
me: izzit? so thanks for letting me know...b-bye..
X: Shes a porn star, ypur ex best frnd..
me: (zonked) eh...uh...e...sff..gsdjfd......WHATTTTTTT?!??
X: actually its a 16 min BP...
me: *outta words*...wwhat do u mean...?? who r u talking abt...??
X: My advice--- stay away from her. You have no idea who really she is.
me: seriously, what are you talking abt??
X: isn't this whats eating you up? don't worry, don't cry.... you are not in shit, but will be, if you go back to them.
me: i don't know what to say...how did you...why are you...why are you telling me this?
X: dillydallying dilemma-- should i go back? should i not? did they cheat me? did they not? is she right? was i wrong??....too many questions, one answer.Don't turn back.
me: whats for you in it?
X: the ubiquitous nonentity
me:...donno what to say really...
X: say---> I'm a good spy....
me: ya right...WHO you are a good spy?
X: a good spy. a well wisher. and your last hope... at coming back to life...
(hangs up)
me?? Mesmerised.
Never after that day, have i received his call. I did not know who he was...I still don't....
In the above said conversation, he had narrated two incidents, which helped me majorly to get down to the crux of the then very disturbing matter...the conversation went on for 20 odd mins. after i verified his statements from different sources, a lot of truth abt a lot of ppl i trusted was exposed.
I eagerly awaited his call again. he never called. I have never heard that diction, that voice ever again.Neither the english, nor the unseen confidence.
Such unswerving speech can only be the voice of the truth. Such undeviating articulation that reflected in his voice can only be the language of the truth.When you don't need big words to make a big impact, you know you are speaking the words of truth.
Today when i turn back the pages of my 2005 diary, my heart skips a beat when i come across 25th September.I cant even contemplate the possibilities of what cud have happened hadn't i received that call.I would have been downward mobile till i would have become a victim of my own unforgiveness.
Today when i turn back the pages of my 2005 diary, my heart skips a beat when i come across 25th September.I cant even contemplate the possibilities of what cud have happened hadn't i received that call.I would have been downward mobile till i would have become a victim of my own unforgiveness.
He saved me...and I didn't even get my chance to say thanks. thanks for so many things.
That one phone call bobbed up enough curiosity in me to befriend Sunny Katyal, my now The Best friend.
That one phone call taught me how to not buy words without reservation, even if those words are from your most trustworthy camaraderie...that Truth is Verifiable...
That one phone call stopped me from falling into a quicksand of filth dirt and no return.
That one phone call that showed me a disillusioned direction through enchanted evil and chiseled cheats.
That one phone call changed things, forever.
And i don't know who it was on the other end.
Now, as i think about it, it freaks me out, 3 eaxct years to a life-style changing strange phone call.... will i ever come to know who he was??
He, who gave me everything and took nothing in return.
He, who saved my 20 years in just 20 mins...
He who camly adjudicated when abounding inner-voices quarrelled in an unsure me....
He who in a clandestine manner exposed innumerable facts...
and moreover,
He who saw "ubiquitous nonentity" as his only omnipresent option...
He who saw "ubiquitous nonentity" as his only omnipresent option...
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