Contemplations of a sleepy mind....

Well...well..well...yea I know that's 3 wells... might as well... there yet another...jump into one and search for a lost treasure or something...what?.... anyway....so here I was up like an owl...contemplating an early morning jog...when out of nowhere the phone started ringing.... 7 in the morning isn't really unearthly or ungodly either......so it wasn't the kinda shock i had hoped it would be.... as I gaped at the ringing instrument .... and wondered ...whether I oughta pick it up...or let it be....strangely enough just as i decided on the latter the blasted thing seemed to ring even more incessantly... ...so somewhat irritated and a bit quizzed, coz bleary eyed that I was I couldn't recognise the number, I answered the call... and here's the interesting bit....

Caller : 'Sirji where should I put up your tent..?'
I : 'Tent what tent...!!??'
C : 'The tent for your daughter's marraige..!!'

Now... at this point i was really befuddled and not to mention a bit irked as well...I mean its not too often that you are given a rude jolt like this at unungodly hours of the day....

So...here is how the conversation wore on...

I : 'My daughter..?? Are you drunk...old man?'
C : 'Your daughter's marraige sir... I will come and have a few pegs with you...if you wish...
but what about the tent?'
I : 'What about it..?'
C : 'Where should I bring it ...?'

I have to tell you that my patience with this persistent...insistent...call him whatever you may, was wearing thin...and I mean really thin.....and frankly I just didn't care anymore where the man wanted to bring the tent to...where he would put it up...and who'll foot the bill... after all it was bad enough being told that you had a daughter...and that she was getting married....but on top of that to be informed of tasks such as putting up tents and the like and being treated as if you were three times the age you really were.... was as much as one can take at seven in the morning...which is time to laze in bed and catch the fleeting sleep...for a few extra minutes....before screaming out in insane delirium...

So I told the chap that he had the wrong number and promptly hung up.... but like all unrelenting souls of this world.... he had what one could term an indomitable spirit.... he immediately called me again and more of the same rubbish followed... and after the sequence of wrong number - hang-up - call back had repeated a considerable number of times... the chap finally relented having seemingly been convinced that I neither had a daughter...nor one of a suitable marrying age... or perhaps he found some other number and some other unsuspecting poor soul to bug...and trouble...either way to my infinite happiness and relief he left me well alone after that....