One thing I really dread is the Alexander Bell’s invention. The damn telephone has landed me in more soups than I can recollect and most of them ‘coz I cannot recognize voices on the phone. To me everyone on the phone sound the same. I guess even if Big B calls me I won’t be able to distinguish although he is said to have a characteristic voice. This is one of the best conversations I have had.

Scene: phone rings up, I pick up

Me: Hello

She (ya it was a she :( ): hi Prameela, how r u?

 Me: fine (I am trying to place the caller’s voice)

She: I know u won’t be able to recognise my voice…the stupid habit of urs….

Me: ya…well..Hmmm…. (U too have a stupid habit of not disclosing ur name)

She: common, now don’t be such a bimbo…tell me who am I?

Me: I dunno, I mean I cant..(why don’t u skip the part and just speak out ur name girlie)

She: Ok, fine tell me do u have the book,digital fortress with you?

 Me: ya, of course I do.

She: Fine, I want it…..Mind lending it?

Me: No probs (Except I need to know whom am I suppose to lend it to)

She: Fine, give it to Mihir and I’ll take it from him….ok…chal yaar me getting late, will catch up later…ok..see ya…bye

Me: hello…listen…….ur name…hello…..

There I was, expected to lend a book to someone I hadn’t deciphered and what do I go and tell Mihir…."Mihir, someone’s gonna come and take this book from u, I dunno who, but whoever it is give it to her and lemme know who it was".  Huh!!!!!!

if u all are wondering what I did……I didn’t bother Mihir….neither did the female caller ever realize that she wanted the book……..saved for once :D