About Me

Tuesday 17 May 2011

Prologue

It was a bright Monday morning. I woke up to the breaking news that a certain Michael Phelps was going to swim for the ultimate title in few hours from then. A title any professional athlete would die to achieve. 'The most gold medals won in a single Olympics'. Thats right!  He was to swim for the eighth gold medal at the Beijing Olympics. This young bloke was all set to make the United States proud. I wanted to witness history being created. Well, I can digest any sport but not golf. So, I sat back to watch Michael Phelps conquer that coveted title.

I was having my hot cup of kaapi that Amma made. The aroma of the filter kaapi made in the most authentic South Indian style does wonders. The newspaper in my hand told me about the homicides, suicides and the rapes happening around the city of Mumbai. Ofcourse, it also told me a bit about cricket, politics, bollywood and the economy to say the least.

Just then, I glanced at the wall clock. It was 10am. I reached out to my phone just to check the battery on it. What did it tell me ? The battery life was all good. The screen though notified 23 missed calls and 4 msgs !! I checked on it. WTF!!!, why would she have called me 23 times ?!! 



One msg read 'Hahn, wer r u ? y arn't u answering?'. 
Another read 'Hahn, sweetie, we were to meet today !'. 
The third said 'U hvn't even wished me today. Is this wat I deserve ?? :( '. 
The last I recollect read 'Ok! I ws standing at the corner store for you but nw I hv left. Don't try calling me. Bye. I always loved u. Tc'.

OMFG !!!!