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(Dah-dit-dah-dit dah-dah-dah dah-dit dah-dit dit dah-dit-dah-dit dah dit-dit dah-dit dah-dah-dit/dit-dah-dah-dit dit dah-dah-dah dit-dah-dah-dit dit-dah-dit-dit dit) jolts me away from a much disturbed ’sleep’ at 0935hrs February 14, 2007. (THAT was Nokia’s ascending tone which stands for C-O-N-N-E-C-T-I-N-G/P-E-O-P-L-E) I reach my hand to pick up the phone to hoping wow SMS on Valentine’s Day morning. But in the last three days the phone just falls to the ground but unlike yesterday it doesn’t disintegrate and is intact. And it IS a Valentine’s Day message. BUT, it’s from Ramesh Singak. Called him up to complain about being woken up on Valentine’s Day by a guy and said “Ah I was hoping one from a girl you blah blah,” or something to that effect. Then one sms reply and then it’s tneetneetneetitititititititnitnitnitnitni! Ahhhh… It’s the phone this time. I don’t know the number. Some CDMA line I think. Pick it up and oh no not the voice I wanted to listen to. Some person I’d rather avoid. So I cut it. Then it rings again. I cut it. And again. Hellloooo! Can’t they take a hint? I think it rang one more time. Then I just picked it up and held it and they hung up after a few hellos and then it rings again. One more of the silent treatment and it’s over. Ah now I can sleep. Then it’s Mahendra dai. Talk to him about his story. Ah Perfect Valentine’s Day morning. Talks with two guys. Oh Great Powerful Forces of the Universe. Is this a hint? After a few minutes Avash sends a greeting. Oh Lord! Oh everything else!

What’s it gonna be this time?

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