Wafa ka Bewafa

Wafa ka Bewafa- One of my Weird Love Stories- Part 1


Just out of the blue, sometimes strange memories hit you. Memories- good or bad- from the past come back to please or you or haunt you. Weirder are situations where you don't know how to classify them! Well, I just encountered such a situation not very long back.

Last Sunday, I was siting at home in the evening. At around 04 in the eve, sipping onto a cuppa coffee, I was letting the feeling of holiday sink in sip by sip. One of the days when i sip onto coffee staring at the lovely green trees out of my window. Rather than the damned systems or one of the hundred thousand mails. It was while looking over these trees that I had made that call six years ago- 2003...

India Pakistan match was on, I remember vividly, less for the match and more for this dramatic incidents that unfolded that evening. I used to take tuition for a class X student (well, he did fare well-Thank God). On account of the match, I decided I would cancel the tuition for the day. And I made "him" a call. If I had not lived that moment and its aftermath,I would have never believed in such a quirk of fate. I dialed 07 instead of 04 in the number,and ..."It's the time to DISCO.." was the ring tone I heard. Not the usual ring tone my student has- well, it's maybe just me who doesn't have hello tunes to receive a caller. "Hel'low..??" A half accented voice answered the phone. This student had no sisters, and her Mom definitely was uneducated- faking an accent was not something she would do. I just answered in a very polite one- not wanting to offend the sweet voice- "May I please speak with Karan?" "Who's this?" This time the voice was curt, but still with the fake accent on.

Now a normal wrong number would end here. Apologies exchanged and brief or no goodbyes. I expected nothing different. But I had no clue something else was in the offing. " Umm..I think I might have got the wrong number..I am very sorry ma'am to have bothered you, Non...." "Please tell me who is this?" First, she cuts me..an anonymous caller..and demands that I say my name. What is this about? Did I call the sister/ wife/ daughter of a notorious gangster or something? Who also incidentally ahs a sweet seducting voice? Maybe the Commissioner or any high ranking officer's relative. Whoever she was, she demanded I say my name. Well, now that cannot really be a big deal right?

"My name is Ramm. And as I have said, I apologise for the inconvenience I caused.." "Arre batana, who is it?Jayesh?What masti you are doing man!" OMG! She thought I was some friend playing a prank on her!! "Listen Ma'am, There seems to be a misunderstanding- I have dialed the wrong #, and I really don't know you. For Christ's sake I don't even know your name. sorry to disturb you this way- it was just an accident" It sure was- One hell of a prank played by the Master of Puppets Himself. "okies (the accent reappeared)..No Probs.."

No Goodbye, No Nothing- Typical. Oh, I forgot about the match. Never have I left Tendulkar's innings this long. Trrrnnnngggggghhhhh! Dat was my door bell. I rushed to get it, only to find my student at the door. I wore a confused look on my face as to why was he here. "i had called you and.." OOps! It wasn't him I called... And it wasn't him I talked to :). So now I had to think of a quick excuse- I couldn't have afforded to miss apna Tendlya ka innings. "Karan, I must go out in an hour's time to some place and it is indeed urgent. Do you mind if we postpone our class to Monday?" i know his heart must have jumped at the thought of no class- which child likes classes! So I managed him out and got back to see the match with my Mom (who's a big cricket fan). My landline rings.. Dad usually doesn't call from office at this hour. I finally ran to the other room to pick up the call.A voice answered,"Hel'low..."

Same voice...Same Accent..I could hear Shahrukh Khan Of Dil Toh Pagal Hai whistle the whistle of coincidence from the movie...

To Be continued...