she said I love you isn’t she?

I jumped from the ship into the knee high shore water, black pearl it was, ordered my crew to lower the sail and shouted, ‘this is your captain jack sparrow and you know what to do next, take whatever you can and give back nothing’.  

‘Captain, captain’ somebody shouted pulling me back by my shoulder. ‘No body, I said no body touches my shoulder’ I opened my eyes, ‘dude, your phone is ringing’.

Damn this ringtone, every time it rings while I sleep, makes me think of myself as Jack Sparrow. Sleep and phone call is really a depressing combination and I love being depressive, sometimes of course, So instead of putting it on silent, I picked up the call.

‘Holy shit, you picked up the call’ the lady shouted from the other side. Without even saying a word I disconnected the call. International calls can really rip off your pockets. I realized I should have cut the call and would have dialed back to her. After all I am using a cheap India calling card, but then who thinks this much while sleeping. I sat there for few more minutes and then dialed to calling card number, ‘Please enter the phone number you wish to dial, followed by the pound key’ a recorded message of a lady with an extremely lovable voice, played’ I typed her number. Yes, I remember the number, thanks to this stupid calling card.

‘I am sorry’ was the opening words of the day. ‘Hello’ is outdated. ‘I was in sleep’ I added to justify my mistake.

‘Its 11:17 in morning here, that makes 11:47 night over there, I can’t believe you were sleeping’  

What the…

‘Anyway, my mood is really off and I am not feeling like talking to anyone’

Okays that means I do not belong to the group of ‘anyone’ and talking to me will make her off mood go jolly, wow, this is not jack sparrow story, this is story of Will turner and Elizabeth Swann, though I am not a sword maker and she does not look that pretty and also does not wear such tight cloths and also she doesn’t know to swim and also…never mind.

‘What’s the matter?’ I asked playing almost all the scenes from the movie were William and Elizabeth were involved.

‘I need to book a tatkal ticket and no one over here was able to book it today, which leaves me only with one day and that is tomorrow.’ She said.

Truly speaking, my brain stopped receiving those noise wave signals as soon as it decoded the words ‘Tatkal Ticket’. A blue white screen started revolving around my eyes with hour glass rotating in a vacuum where no external force was working on it. She would have asked for my neighbor’s eye or a vada pav here in Chicago or an American girl named Saraswati or a blue colored tomato or a red color American cow or whatever but ‘Tatkal Ticket’? I mean oh lord Jesus what kind of test is this? I know you test our love but seriously dude ‘Tatkal Ticket’?

‘Hello, your there?’

Yes where the hell would I go? I am here, listening to your funny way of telling me, I am no good for you. 

Yes, I am here.

‘Can you try from there?’

Of course, why not after all ‘Karmanye Vadhikaraste, Ma phaleshou kada chana’.  I will try, although I know booking a tatkal ticket is like running behind a chicken to catch an ostrich but then ‘Girte hain shesawar hi maidane jang me, wo tifl kya girenge jo ghutno ke bal chale’

‘Yes’ after motivating myself from ‘Shrimad Bhagvat Geeta’ and a few lines from Azeem Dehalvi, Here I was loud and clear.

‘Thank you thank you thank you’ she was like Kareena Kapoor of Jab we met. ‘I will send you the details. You know na when you have to login? Nevermind I will send you all the details in mail’

‘ok’

‘So how are you? And how is weather over there? I heard something like polar vertex. Is everything ok? Of course it will be, after all you love winter’

How sweet. Do I need to say something or you will add more? Ha, typical, sometimes I think I am a victim of dual personality disorder. A part of me says, ‘how sweet’ and the other part just says ‘ha’, I need to find myself, well…ha!

Next day I received the mail. Two tickets? Holy mother of cow. Who is the guy? I checked the time 5 minutes to 10:30 PM my time. So there was no time to shake the tree of loyalty. ‘Bajarang bali it’s a test for my love, please help me’ and I clicked on login. Click click and click. Online banking User id and password. Click click and few more clicks. ‘Do you want a printout’ a window popped up. I read it twice. I could not believe my eyes, my brain was trying to decode it several times to make sure what it was receiving was authentic. ‘yes it was’ ‘Bajaran bali did it’ ‘holy Indian cow dung, I did it’ 'I did it'. I saved the ticket as PDF file and replied back to the mail attaching the file. This is called a real attachment. Ishq wala love type asli wala real attachment.

A single word reply came back ‘call’. And I went through the same process of the India calling card.

‘I love you, I knew you would do it. I knew. I told him that you are my bestest best friend. We both desperately wanted to go on this trip. Now it’s happening just because of you, thank you thank you thank you’

‘No problem at all. Have a wonderful trip BOTH OF YOU.’ I said last three words in capitals. Sigh! I told you that sometimes I just love to depress myself.

Well, what if she doesn't love you, at least she said ‘I love you isn’t she? I asked myself. ‘Ha…!’ I replied.