I just recently discovered that the Café and my room share the same landline extension. Not really – the Café’s extension number is 8950 and mine is 8590, but you’ll be surprised at the number of people who are in such a hurry to call the Café that they end up calling me instead.
Initially it was quite amusing, but when I started getting calls at all unearthly hours* it took a turn for the worse. After a while, I decided that I should bring the humour back into the equation and find some way to enjoy the unwarranted interruptions – so I started introducing myself over the landline as “Hello, Café”.
The reactions varied from the wary to the enthusiastically-order-10-teas. I must admit though that the number of people who quickly apologized for dialling the wrong number went up drastically when I answered the phone with the helium-voice or the Pink-Floyd-Comfortably-Numb-voice (“hello hello hello.. This is the Café Café Café”). Hmm, I wonder why. Well, at least I’m happy to say that there never ceases to be a multitude of opportunities to entertain myself.
For the moment, this is the Café
Signing off…
Oh wait, in other news, someone sent a mail today asking a lot of questions. One of them being: “Did it happen to you that you never found time to smell roses that bloomed in your backyard?” Poignant. Brilliant. But you know honey, I thought that the entire purpose of coming to ISB was so that I could first afford a backyard. Do you know the prices of one of these backyard thingies in any Indian metro? Through the roof I tell you! Ironical, considering most of them are on the ground.
*You know, 10am to 1pm – the peak of the normal sleep cycle. Hey, don’t judge me – when you’re an MBA student, we’ll talk about your sleep cycle then!
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