The story does have a plot in the last two days, yet it goes back to when Woe-da-phone was not Hitch, but SR. I had promised myself at that time that I’ll never have an SR in my life again. I shifted to Water-tel. And then subsequently to Yum-Tea-Nill. And I had got into the journalism profession and had circulated my number around. Honestly, I wasn’t expecting much from them, except basic service.
I knew the 197 guys of the landline fame, and how sternly they talked to you, and hence I dared little to call up the Cucumber Care of Yum-Tea-Nill. Once or twice I called them up for GPRS settings – probably when I changed my handsets. And I got little or no help from them, and relied mostly on different forums online for help. And each time I’d called them, there was the Hindi school teacher on the other side trying to speak in English and in a stern voice trying to tell me: Why the hell did I waste her time, when she had better things to do in life, like finish off the sweater she was knitting for “Unke Liye” or her baby or baba. I had interrupted in between and as a result she had forgotten now which thread to take on the knitting pin. आगे पढ़ें »