Why do I feel sorry for him?
In days of yore, you will recall there were numerous nuisance calls on PTCL landlines – I remember even my mother had to fend off callers in the middle of the night (we guessed it was either phone operators or young people who were studying for exams and were bored) who phoned and asked “khala” (aunty) what she was doing and couldn’t she talk to them for a while.
Many of us got calls when the voice at the other end said, in what they assumed was their sexiest voice, “aap say baat karni hai” (I want to speak with you) when asked whom they wanted to speak to. Sometimes you even got the heavy breather who said nothing at all.
Then came email spam. This continues till today and filters are not really totally effective. Sometimes you find legit business mail, or mail from friends, going into spam, whereas you are still stuck with getting messages telling you where you can purchase unmentionable products and services, not to mention lots of marketing spam for all sorts of things – from computers & accessories to shoes, seafood products and seminar/exhibition notices like the one mentioned by Zak on his blog.
As if this was not annoying enough, this was followed by the spamming on mobile phones. It started with your mobile operator sending you all sorts of messages that you didn’t need or want, and now of course they are making your number available (at a price no doubt) to marketing companies who spam you with all sorts of smses. Shouldn’t there be a law against this? And if one exists, shouldn’t someone be implementing it?
Why am I whining about this particularly today? Well, for the past two days someone had been sending me smses at all times of the day and night. They were all from one person. Here are some that i remember:
Good morning dear.
What are you doing right now?
Why don’t you talk to me dear?
I want friendship with you.
Waiting for your response.
Waiting …waiting … waiting
… and more of the same. Not even very creative. I mean if a person has to spam, the least they can do is be creatively original. 🙂
When I got the first message, I thought it might be someone I knew who was kidding around so I sent a message back which said “Do I know you?”. He (i assume it was a man, since women have not been known to pull such stunts – yes i plead guilty to bias) said “No but i want to know you”. So I responded that I only communicated with people I knew and would he please stop messaging me. He didn’t give up. Said something like “You will know me once we communicate”. I said “No thank you – please stop bothering me” to which he responded with “Pls keep cool”.
By this time I had had it! So I sent one final message saying that if he didn’t stop bothering me I would report him to the FIA. He even responded to that by telling me that it was not good to lose my temper this way. I didn’t respond because by this time I had realized that my biggest mistake had been to reply to the first message.
Anyway, he kept sending messages all day and night trying to get me to respond in anger or out of mere frustration. I didn’t. Finally late last night my mysterious friend sent me what I hope marks the end of this saga. The message read: “This is my final message. Have a good life!” Why the hell do I find myself feeling sorry for him?
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