The phone started ringing as soon as I got into the shower. The dratted telephone always rang as soon as I was committed to doing something which would not let me answer the phone. There were days when I sat beside the phone and waited and waited a long time for someone to call. She did not call that day. Not even the day after. But it doesn’t matter now because she messaged me and told me it was over. I was not angry, hurt or insulted because there was nothing palpable going on for it to be over. But she prided herself on being proper. **** her!!
“Hello”
“Hello, Sir. I am calling from Kotak Mahindra……”
Click.
Lousy Bastard !
Placing the receiver gently back, I tiptoed to the bathroom hoping the floor did not get as wet as to deserve my housekeeping attention.
Turning the knob, I stood below the shower of warm water imagining I was enjoying the chilly rain on a windy hilltop. I know what you are going to say but cold water leaves me chilly.
Did I tell you that my phone is one of those ancient kinds? Never mind now. It was ringing again. I let it ring. I looked up to find a hair moisturizer owned by my room-mate. What the hell? I squeezed out a dollop. No one was watching and no one would know.
The telephone rang again. After a complete ring-out, it rang again. But I was stubborn, my will made of the toughest fibre of human emotions. I let it ring.
I was not going to let anything interfere with my time alone. Wait. This did not sound right. I meant I was not going to let anything interfere with my showering. There! You naughty good for nothing!
Just as I finished toweling myself and was feeling like a fluffed dog after a bath, the telephone rang again. With an exaggerated swagger I walked towards it and said hello with a growl in my voice. My mom wiped the floor with me for the next one hour as I hadn’t picked up her call and made her worry so much. My protestations weren’t given a chance. Just like that.
June 30, 2010
June 29, 2010
Phony Talk
Not much to post but a telephonic conversation again.
In my previous post, I hinted a little about the mortal fear of all sales guys. It is the dreaded, spine-chilling ring on the cell phone which we fear. It somehow initiates a series of emotions and reactions ranging from nausea to a head splitting migraine not mutually exclusive from the former.
We are paid for it and hence must endure it. Even if it makes us lie. A finer breed of people who excel at lying never existed. No, lawyers twist facts. And no, what politicians do is simply wrong. What we do comes with a lot of conviction with it. Lies with a flat tone and a straight face does not hold water. However, lies with a lot of other known facts, puppy eyes, earnest display of honesty go a long way.
Getting accustomed to such a thing is not a good thing. It is something of a double edged sword and One has to be very careful with this.
As a matter of fact, today my colleague 'SM' was not very careful. He was trying to avoid calls from a customer who immediately needed an elusive piece of data. SM's cellphone was merrily buzzing every 5 minutes or so, much to his dislike.
After some time, a senior who witnessed this, waltzed in offering his advice." Just tell him you arent in office. Give him the data tomorrow"
SM's face lit up. The call came again. SM recognized the number on his caller ID. He picked it up.
"Hello, Sir. I m sorry but I m not in office now."
Customer-"But this is your landline number! I couldnt get you on your cellphone, so I tried here"
Needless to say, today's evening was interesting.
In my previous post, I hinted a little about the mortal fear of all sales guys. It is the dreaded, spine-chilling ring on the cell phone which we fear. It somehow initiates a series of emotions and reactions ranging from nausea to a head splitting migraine not mutually exclusive from the former.
We are paid for it and hence must endure it. Even if it makes us lie. A finer breed of people who excel at lying never existed. No, lawyers twist facts. And no, what politicians do is simply wrong. What we do comes with a lot of conviction with it. Lies with a flat tone and a straight face does not hold water. However, lies with a lot of other known facts, puppy eyes, earnest display of honesty go a long way.
Getting accustomed to such a thing is not a good thing. It is something of a double edged sword and One has to be very careful with this.
As a matter of fact, today my colleague 'SM' was not very careful. He was trying to avoid calls from a customer who immediately needed an elusive piece of data. SM's cellphone was merrily buzzing every 5 minutes or so, much to his dislike.
After some time, a senior who witnessed this, waltzed in offering his advice." Just tell him you arent in office. Give him the data tomorrow"
SM's face lit up. The call came again. SM recognized the number on his caller ID. He picked it up.
"Hello, Sir. I m sorry but I m not in office now."
Customer-"But this is your landline number! I couldnt get you on your cellphone, so I tried here"
Needless to say, today's evening was interesting.
May 5, 2010
Wrong no.
My shortest post ever.
Tring tring. Tring tring.
Lazily, I reached over to the table to my right and picked up my phone. A strange number flashed itself in my face. Now, it is worth mentioning that I am a Sales Engineer with a reputed company (i know .. i know..) and as all my brethren do, I am mortally afraid of calls. Due to this, I remember most of the numbers who are likely to call me when there is trouble brewing in my paradise.
(But there is one more level to this. These people sometimes call from hitherto unknown numbers and catch me lying through my teeth)
Looking at this strange number amused me. I picked it up.
R - "Hello."
Anon Caller- "Hello. Jayaram"
I took this as an introduction. Dont blame me .. the tone was such.
R - "Ha Bolo."
Anon Caller- "Kya &*^*&^&%*& ". This was said in the way guys normally address each other.
R - "Excuse me..!!"
Anon Caller- "Abe.. ^*&^*^*%&$^% "
R - "I think you have dialed a wrong number" I wasn't about to lose my cool over some innocent mistake.
Anon Caller- "Huh. You are saying you are a wrong number?"
Noting the error, I was amused to no end.
What else could i reply?
"Yup. I am a wrong number."
Click.
This just happened to me .. so this is an almost live post.
Tring tring. Tring tring.
Lazily, I reached over to the table to my right and picked up my phone. A strange number flashed itself in my face. Now, it is worth mentioning that I am a Sales Engineer with a reputed company (i know .. i know..) and as all my brethren do, I am mortally afraid of calls. Due to this, I remember most of the numbers who are likely to call me when there is trouble brewing in my paradise.
(But there is one more level to this. These people sometimes call from hitherto unknown numbers and catch me lying through my teeth)
Looking at this strange number amused me. I picked it up.
R - "Hello."
Anon Caller- "Hello. Jayaram"
I took this as an introduction. Dont blame me .. the tone was such.
R - "Ha Bolo."
Anon Caller- "Kya &*^*&^&%*& ". This was said in the way guys normally address each other.
R - "Excuse me..!!"
Anon Caller- "Abe.. ^*&^*^*%&$^% "
R - "I think you have dialed a wrong number" I wasn't about to lose my cool over some innocent mistake.
Anon Caller- "Huh. You are saying you are a wrong number?"
Noting the error, I was amused to no end.
What else could i reply?
"Yup. I am a wrong number."
Click.
This just happened to me .. so this is an almost live post.
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