This piece was to be written for Blog-a-ton 8 but somehows I didn't make it in time. Maybe next time .... :-)
28th November 2009
I received a strange call today. Someone called me up and said that he wanted to meet me and that it was really important. He did not tell me his name and didn’t even tell me what it was about, but insisted that I have to meet him ASAP and that it was personal and urgent. I’m worried because he seemed to know a lot of things about me. He told me that he would meet me next to my place at about 8 in the evening and hung up. It about 7:30 now, and I hope to meet him in the next 30 minutes.
28th November 2009 10:00 P.M.
I met that man who was around 40 years of age, looked well educated and well dressed too. He seemed strangely familiar to me. He still didn’t tell me his name and said, “Please take this very seriously. I know this is going to sound very weird but you have to believe me on this.” All I could do is nod my head.
“Could we take a walk or maybe a drive?” he asked.
While walking he said something that I least expected out of the first meeting.
“I’m sorry to say this but you are going to die tomorrow and I’m here to save you.”
I didn’t know what to say, I just stood there staring into his eyes.
“I’m sorry.” I said “I guess either you are out of your mind or you are talking to the wrong person.”
“No Mr. Thakkar, I am talking to the right person. I can’t really disclose a lot of things at this point of time but you have to believe me.’
“And how and why do you think I’m going to die tomorrow?” I asked sounding stupid.
“Listen very carefully, YOU’RE GOING TO HAVE A CAR ACCIDENT AT 5:30 IN THE EVENING ON 28th NOVEMBER. WHATEVER HAPPENS DON’T TRAVEL ANYWHERE IN THE EVENING THAT DAY. It’s hard to believe but please DO AS I SAY AND STAY AT HOME.”
And then he said something more that made me go weak on my knees for a moment.
“My name is Abhimanyu Thakkar and I am your son. I know its going to sound complicated. Its one of those wormhole experiments we’ve used, to go back in time.”
“Excuse me?” I blurted out. “Is this some kind of a joke? I don’t know, how do you know these things about me and why are you doing this but I’m really not liking it. I’m married for year now and I don’t have any Son. Yes, my wife is pregnant, but what the hell, she’s just 7 months into it and you want me to believe that a 40 year old guy standing in front of me is my son, when I myself am just 28 years old?”
I looked around for some hidden cameras but didn’t find any.
“Whoever you are, I really don’t like this joke. Please leave right now.” I said sternly and I walked into my house locking the door behind me.
I could hear him call behind me, “…. Please listen to me, please don’t go out anywhere tomorrow …. Please. ”
Some T.V. channels do weird things to get TRP. I’m going to find out who among my friends set me up tomorrow.
29th November 2009 2 P.M.
It’s a lazy afternoon today and I’m enjoying my Sunday at home. Anjali, my wife, has gone to her mom’s place (Maternity leave for her and Paternity leave for me … ;-)). I’m still not able to get that man out of my mind and I guess I’ll go to meet Anjali only after 6 P.M. Why take a risk even if just a joke?
Mr. Sudhir had just finished reading the last page of the diary when Yadav entered the cabin.
“I got thru the other number; they are here only, on the second floor.”
He looked at his watch. It showed 7:30 p.m.
“Ok, let’s go.”
Both of them walked to the second floor to room number 201 as told to them on the phone. It was a twin sharing room and they could overhear a small conversation as they entered the room. They lady was still under medication and was sleeping and he could hear an old couple into conversation.
“Thank god the baby is healthy, I was scared for a moment when I heard about the premature delivery thing. I suggest we should call him Abhimanyu, they way he has come out of the Chakravyuha safely. Abhimanyu Thakkar, sounds good na?”
“Yes, but where’s Saahil, didn’t you call him when we were leaving for the hospital?”
“I did. It’s been almost two hours now; I wonder what’s holding him up. I even tried his mobile but it’s not reachable.”
Sudhir walked to the old man and handed him the diary. “We found this diary at an accident site on MG road. The accident took place around 5:30 pm and I’m afraid the owner of this diary is no more.”