That was the most 'hair-raising' phone call I've ever got in my life.

Ok, fine. God was not fair to me. In a varied mind whether to get back to my home town, Chennai or not, I was giving it a shot for one final weekend. I was shopping with a friend of mine in a shopping mall, that too on a Sunday. Accompanying her, with a mind of a see-saw and nodding my head with a disinterested acknowledgement for the things she purchased, I was in a different world altogether. 

The most battered, broken, abused, shabby, useful and a favorite piece of object I have is my phone. I use it more as a music device than a conversational device. I used to say that, I would wait for my first salary and buy a new phone and until that I would not even change the disfigured panel of my phone. Thus I make it a habit to check my phone often whether I had got any calls or messages. That is because, my phone takes me for granted and refuses to notify me if I either get a text or a call. It is so selfish that it sends a thunderous vibration only when the battery is low. It's got some attitude I must say.

I got one such tremor from my pocket when I was walking near the games section. But that did not seem like a 'low battery' signal. I picked my phone with a peculiar interest. As usual slipping away from the grasp of my hand, which irritates me to the hilt. With fury, I dug in again and strangled the broken screen of my phone, it had to oblige.

I cupped my hands around the dust-filled screen of my phone, in order to see the display. It was just a number. With million names and guesses in my mind, including that of god, within a fraction of a second, I picked up the phone with a bit of hesitation. Was it god ? 

"Hi, so sorry to disturb you on a Sunday afternoon", I was just wishing it was not a random corporate call. Even before I could complete that thought, "I had gone through your CV", said a well cultured feminine voice. The wrinkles on my forehead disappeared. With immense attention I just said "Oh."

I am still not able to recollect what our conversation was. She excitedly said " We are looking out for a Producer/ Reporter for the upcoming World Cup on an immediate basis." I don't remember a word after that. But all I can remember now, and will continue to the rest of my life, is the feeling I got during that conversation. My heartbeat was rising, my ears were ringing, my mind was blacking out, my eyes were watering and I don't know what else happened. That was the most 'hair-raising' phone call I've ever got in my life.  

My friend came back from her shopping spree and asked where I had disappeared. I said I was on a call. "Who was it?", she questioned. "God" I replied.