Life is full of many incidents. Some bring you smiles and some leave tears whenever you think about them. Some are full of innocence while in some you see a typical traits of your personality. While some other makes you smile and think, what kind of stupid/idiot were you?
I have just put one of the similar incidents in words. It just starts like this…
It was afternoon & I was having a bad day after a big fight with my parents and one of my cousins. Everything sounded like hell. I just need to take it out on someone, not on someone I know — but on someone I don’t know. I was sitting at my study table when I remembered a phone call I had forgotten to make. I found the number and dialed it.
A man answered, saying, “Hello.”
I politely said, “Can I talk to Hansie?”
Suddenly, the phone was slammed down on me. I couldn’t believe that anyone could be so rude. I realized I had called the wrong number. I tracked down Hansie’s correct number and called her again. I had accidentally transposed the last two digits of her phone number. After hanging up with her, I decided to call the ‘wrong’ number again.
When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled, “You’re an *** ****!” and hung up.
I noted down his number with the same word ‘*** ****’ next to it, and put it in my desk drawer.
Every couple of weeks, whenever I had a bad day, I’d call him up and yell, “You’re an *** ****!” It always brought cheer on my face.
When caller ID became popular in my city, I thought my therapeutic ‘*** ****’ calling would have to stop. So, I called his number and said, “Hi, I am Sameer from the Telephone Exchange. I’m just calling to see if you’re familiar with the Caller ID program?”
He yelled, “NO!” and slammed the phone down.
I quickly called him back and said, “That’s because you’re an *** ****!”
One day I was at a neighbourhood market, getting ready to pull into a parking spot. Some guy in a black Cielo cut me off and pulled into the spot I had patiently waited for my new LML scooter. I hit the horn and yeller that I had been waiting for that spot. The 6ft tall idiot simply ignored me. He later on banged my new scooter while getting out. Somehow, I noticed a “For Sale” sign on his car window & I wrote down his number mentioned below.
A couple of days later, right after calling the first *** ****, I thought I had better call the Cielo *** ****, too.
I said, “Is this the man with the black Cielo for sale?”
“Yes, it is.”
“Can you tell me where I can see it?”
“Yes, I live in 24# Sector 46, Chandigarh. It’s a yellow house, and the car’s parked right out in front.”
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“My name is Karan,” he said.
“When’s a good time to catch you, Karan?”
“I’m home every evening after five.”
“Listen, Karan, can I tell you something?”
“Yes?”
“Karan, you’re an *** ****.”
Then I hung up, and noted down his number in my list, too. Now, when I had a problem, I had two *** ***** to call.
But after several months of calling them, it wasn’t as enjoyable as it used to be.
So, I came up with an idea.
I called *** **** #1.
“Hello.”
“You’re an *** ****!” (But I didn’t hang up.)
“Are you still there?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I said.
“Stop calling me,” he screamed.
“Make me,” I said.
“Who are you?” he asked.
“My name is Karan.”
“Yeah? Where do you live?”
“*** ****, I live in 24# Sector 46, Chandigarh, a yellow house, with my black Cielo parked in front.”
He said, “I’m coming over right now, Karan. And you had better start saying your prayers.”
I said, “Yeah, like I’m really scared, *** ****.”
Then I called *** **** #2.
“Hello?” he said.
“Hello, *** ****,” I said.
He yelled, “If I ever find out who you are…!”
“You’ll what?” I said.
“I’ll kick your ass,” he exclaimed.
I answered, “Well, *** ****, here’s your chance. I’m coming over right now.”
Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at 24# Sector 46, Chandigarh and My name is Karan and that two gangs of boys are coming over to have a fight in the lane. They are abusing each other loudly and has damaged some private properties and then hanged up.
I quickly got into my LML and headed over to the same street.
When I got there, I saw two *** ***** beating the crap out of each other in front of six policemen and calling each other *** ****.
All this I did, just to feel better. Whatever you guys might think but whenever I think about this incident I always think what kind of *** **** I was?
Jokes apart, after few months I realized how wrong I was. Though I never met both of them ever and have never confessed it to anyone in my life. I have repented about it and have felt sorry number of times. This is one of the incidents that have helped me change my thinking process for good. Sometimes I wonder how far can we go just to satisfy our ego. I just wish it never happens again ever.
