Two days ago I was shocked to find that my cousin, who I have had no contact with in well over a year posted a comment over here. Not just that, I found that he had a blog of his own. I clicked my way over to his blog to find that he had read the comment I had made a few months ago; about how it was now a year since I either had any contact with him - e-mail or call. It seems he was/is angry & dissapointed because of the way I behaved when he was trying to help me. As far as I can remember, he was trying to help me. And I appreciated it. But I don't know what he means about the way I behaved. I don't remember behaving in any particular way other than being scared & nervous about what he was trying to do for me with the help of his brother, sister & their parents. The last contact I had with him was when he was telling me about what they were trying to do. I got no mail or call from him after that afternoon. I honestly don't have a clue as to what he is on about. I know he has been reading this blog, so if u read this entry, Manoj give me a call. My number is 91-98470-90428. You also stated in your entry that you had put it all behind you, but somehow you couldn't contact me for some reason or the other that you coudln't explain. I'm game if you are.
The other bit of news is that at our office, some big shot excise customs guy came running after 12:00 am to ask us to trace his daughter's number. See, I work in the customer care division of a major Indian cell phone provider. This guy's daughter had run off with some guy & she has a cell phone with our connection. He wanted us to trace her location. Which is not so easy, unless we get approval from the management & pass it on to our technical team. This guy was so arrogant & bosy (didn't we know what an important person he was) - all we guys at the office thought was "hey buddy! what kind of a creepy dad are you that ur daughter decided to run off. She probably couldn't stand the sight of you for another more day".
Song for the day - "Planet Caravan" - Black Sabbath