Fear

Its not death that I fear

But the noise of conscience I hear

Of a life pained

Of memories slained

Of hands blood- stained

The choices I made

The ways I took

Of trembling grounds and houses that shook

The web of lies that grew around

A mind alone, a soul bound

Through my heart grows a spear

Its not death that I fear

Its the days I lived

The nights I cried

Alone tears through which I sighed

I fear the rope that keeps me

Head above the growing sea

Crying aloud my last plea

I dont fear if it won’t hold

I fear that it will

Its not death I fear

Its the life in me.

This is in regard to .

Amidst drop dead silence, which I might add, is quite unusual for my cubicle, rang the dreaded white instrument. Startled by the deafening noise, I reached out for it like a man possessed. I picked up the phone.

“Good Morning sir, This is Superman from Krypton, with my red shorts on my blue pants. I have supernatural powers that I derive from the Gold card that our bank provides. Would you like be a part of the exciting experience?”

I was stunned, in a happy sort of way. But then I realized that what I just heard was my imagination, since what was being told was at a blitzkreig-ingly high speed and beyond my meager level of comprehension and understanding of English. And I came up with a thoughtful and comprehensive answer.

“I really appreciate your offer but I am not interested.”

“Why sir, why ? This is a very fruitful offer.” Pat came the reply from the overly enthused heavily accented lady.

“Okey, I am sure it is quite a good offer. But, I have a credit card already.” Being as gentle-manly as I could.

“What the heck, even I have 3 credit cards with me, try it out sir, let me tell you the … ” she rumbled on.

“Well, I have my reasons Miss. Shall I hang up now.” Polite and calm, surfacial though.

“Can I know any of the so-called reasons you are talking about?” In a deliberately sarcastic and yet calm tone.

“A-huh- a. Well you are quite intrusive you know. I am just being nice and you re bugging me like anything.”

“Well, actually no one talks to me like that. I am quite used to sentences without subjects .. (like)

Not Interested …

What the hell …

Stop calling …

Sue ( for the sake of a apt word ) you ..

Plain hang ups even.

But you seem to be new to the game . huh ?”

“Okey, I have had a lot ma’am for today. That is the most I have been on phone ever since I held one. Quite an achievement. Now, thanks a lot and buh-bye” Ah, the charm never dies.

And I wondered, it was their job to do that .. all day long.

And I went back to my work .. outlook blinked .. there was a mail . And this post is in regard to that.

It read – Internet usage from this system is suspicious and under scrutiny from now on. Please comply to the policy.

Stunned by that, I called the help desk about what was that..

“Hi, this is Rohit from E.. ID _________. Just got a mail from you … “

“Yeah Rohit, a site seems to have been opened from your IP that caused a problem No big deal. “

” Ok I ll look out.”

And that was the smallest of phone conversations I ve ever had.

Turns out my blog has been blocked for its suspected connections to terrorist outfits. So, no more posts from my desk I guess.

Disclaimer : This post is being written from home .. I hope airtel authority doesn’t zero-in on me.

PS: This post was about two phone conversations I have had so close in time they seemed one. And yet so different.