This was the time when there were no cell-phones, way back in college. A phone conversation between my friend D and a wrong caller. Incidentally he used to get so many wrong numbers, he decided to spend some quality time with the poor guys lest they felt their calls were wasted.
"Hello. Ajit Timbers?"
"The load hasn't come yet."
Puzzled expression. "But I sent it tomorrow?"
"yes. And tomorrow's load I'm sending it yesterday."
"Wha...? Who is speaking?"
" D? Which D?"
"Which D? This D. There's no other D. "
Line goes dead.
And this one, the day D wanted to know if it was a holiday in the college due to a strike. Those days, engineering colleges resumed after an hour or so after the strike. He was in no mood to go to college, so he decided to do some good to his class-mates as well.
"Hello, NIE college?"
"Put me on to Muthuswamy."
"Sorry, sir he's not coming today. There's a strike."
"He's the principal and he's not coming today? what kind of a principal is he?"
"Uh...sorry sir, I didn't get your name."
"I'm Inspector Puttuswamy here."
"Oh, good morning sir." I'm sure the guy stood up, whoever he was.
"Have my men come there?"
"Yes sir. The constables are here. We're not allowing any student inside."
"You have declared a holiday haven't you?"
"Yes sir. half day."
"NO, no...give a full day off. I got a tip that there'll be trouble."
"Good. I'll be there in a half hour. And please call Mr. Muthu also to come and meet me."
"Ok sir. Thank you sir."
"Thank you? What for?"
I wonder if the writer of Hera-Pheri consulted with D...