How AB got called, got wild and got out of his mind!!

-- he he..does the title sound inspired!!

It was a hot hyderabad morning and I was on my bike on the regular route to the office - humming and switching between beatles' 'Its been a hard days Night' and shakira's 'hips don't lie' - a remix suited not to go beyond the helmet on my head. Suddenly there was some background music to my disliking - it was my phone. I got to the side of the road, got my helmet off my head, quickly took the phone out of my pocket before I would miss the call. Lo - its an unidentified number. Having already taken the pain of checking out the caller, I decided to answer..

'Hello, who's this'
'Rambabu annaaaaaa' (big brother - popular salutation in hyd).

Holy crap, its again somebody asking for Rambabu, a name thats been haunting me since the time I own a cell phone. Like a call center girl speaking out some mugged up lines I recited -
'You've dialled the wrong number - Rambabu's number happens to be "939 xxx yy0" and you've dialled an extra x to end up calling me. Please check'.
'Sooorry saar', the voice apologized. I hung up, put my helmet back, kick started and off I was again to my office. The apology had set my expectations that the Rambabu seeker would be enlightened towards the right path. (right number in this case).

Soon I was at madhapur, hyderabad's IT destination, noticed some baricades dividing the road into two, with one part reserved for some high profile visitors for the Asian development Bank meet. The cops were shooing away the adventurous rider trying to stray onto the VIP track. The track for the lesser mortals was packed with bikes, cars and cabs honking their way to their destinations. Just as I was trying to meander my way out of the jam, the phone rang again. I was expecting an important call and did not want to miss it. I found myself a way to attend the call inspite of the urgent need to get out of the traffic there. To my utter displeasure the Rambabu seeker had struck back and it was the same gentleman whom I had explained all he needed to get to Rambabu.

'My gosh - you just can't believe your ears that you've already dialled a wrong number and you're here to repeat the feat' - I snapped back.

The man did not gather enough courage to reply back and hung up. With minced oaths and wondering what made the villian of today's show think that trying the same number would somehow get him to reach Rambabu. Hello Mr. dudly, this is not the 'sarkari doorbhash' age - the age of the old govt. 'rambharose' phones that relied on luck/fate/destiny to get to the right person even after dialling the right number.

I started all over again. After about 22 minutes of wrestling with the traffic I was finally out of it and in my air conditioned office. I Could still feel the steam whizzing out of my ears - courtesy Mr. Rambabu.