A try at fiction

It was a warm Sunday afternoon. The sun was up, the air was still and most people were indoors.

Aseem was trying to take a nap after a sumptuous Subway brunch. His roommate Guru was following on the net an yet another cricket match India was on the verge of losing. As his roommate's facial expressions turned from one of disgust to sadness, Aseem drifted off to sleep, thanking a non-existent entity for making Guru lose his commentary skills.

No such luck. The cell phone made its presence felt. Aseem has got a new text message. Reluctant as hell, but knowing it could be important, he got up. Grooggily he went up to the place where his cell phone, a priceless Samsung antique was on the charger.

It was from his friend, Siddhant. Aseem smiled; he checked the time. It was four PM. Almost time Seedu got up; for the first time in the day.

Seedu had heard about some Indra Sinha getting nominated for the international booker prize. He wished to know whether Aseem had checked out his stuff.

Aseem had no clue. But he was high on the Borat fever. Trying to be witty, he messaged his reply: "Me in my country. Book ban here. No read. So no know. Me with my sister. She good!!!". Then pressed the send button.

With a smile on his face, satisfied by his juvenile humor, Aseem lied down again.

Five minutes passed. The cell phone was ringing.

Aseem picked up. "Congratulations! your message has been selected as the funniest one sent at this hour of the day. If you choose to make this message public, you win... Even if you do not, you still..."

Aseem was stunned. He did not know what to say. He cut the call. He could not figure out how to feel.


P.S. - This is a work of fiction. The characters are all imaginary and bear no relation with real people whatsoever.

But this could happen.