Back to 38219

Airtel refused to give me back my number after i was back and so they had to lose one of their faithful customers.

But the strange thing is that, i got back my 38219. Mentioning which, i have to recount a significant amount of my history as far as mobile phones in my life are concerned. My mobile (initally, a Nokia 1100 which i lovvvveeed) has played a big role in life. Its been responsible for many tribulations and jubilations, and howmuch so ever i talk about it, it wont suffice.

I first got my mobile in my college second year, and it was a Hutch postpaid. And the worst part was the plan in which it came with, the SMSes were a rupee each, which i dint know. I was very new to mobiles and tariffs etc. I ended up sending a lots of messages over the first week, most of which will have an impact on my life forever. I ended doing lots of stupid funny things. I wouldnt recognize that an important phase of my life was passing until later. What a roller-coaster ride it was!! It had to happen and leave loads of lessons and messages and nostalgias and memories and pleasures and pains for the future. And the hilarious part about the first week of the spurt of SMSes was that, unknowingly, i had surmounted a bill of approx 1200 bucks. Thanks to Sona, who enlightened me abt the mobile phone tariffs and doubted if messages will be free in a postpaid plan ;-), and also for letting me know how to get to know the unbilled amount on the account. I was already going thru a disaster and it came down as a shock upon me to know that i was owing 1200 bucks to Hutch just on the sixth day of having gotten my mobile. My mom and i decided to cover up the issue from dad and have the bill paid. Thats the only 'bad' thing i remember having done during my college days. And so we did. We went to the Hutch shop at Teynampet, and got the amount paid and the number surrendered immediately. I still remember that day - it was rainy and cloudy, and the sky outside and my inside were gloomy. I was kinda scared, and sad, feeling drained and pathetic and sleepy, as it happens to me in those dark dreams and nightmares of mine. My mom just couldn't take the fact that we had been 'cheated' - she had 'forgotten' to get the tariff details or she had been told that SMSes were free or something - i dont exactly remember - and she was trying to put up a fight with the Hutch bill counter girl. I had my mom drop the argument for two reasons: 1. It didnt look good 2. The girl was beautiful and i didnt want to get embarrassed in front of her. One funny thing was that i wasnt the only fool who had fouled up not knowing the tariff, and we (mom and me) weren't the only ones who wanted to take Hutch to the consumer court.

So the first thing that we did after our tussle with Hutch was to go to the Airtel outlet just opposite to the Hutch shop to take a connection from them - 98400 38219 - which was to stay for a long time with me. It was the "student scheme" - with unlimited free SMS. What more would i ever want? I think it was around christmas time and most of them at the college hostel were going back home etc. Its surprising that i'm able to recollect many minute deatails about that day. It was a saturday. It was raining and it was between a drizzle and a shower. I was wearing the grey shirt. Mom and me were travelling in an auto from Teynampet to Saidapet to catch a bus to back to our place when the number got activated. And the first thing i did after the number got activated was to send message to her announcing my number and only later to others, and that too a less detailed message - "Hutch guzzled up a lot of my money". Swamy (Ganja) replied back commiserating and my Amen-ed.

And it was college over and i moved to Bangalore. I first took an airtel number that i was with until i had to leave to the US of A. I come back and find my number disabled. Of course, the mistake was mine, but i was ready to make amends and agreements, but the Airtel flock just won't give me the old number and i had to bid a goodbye and renew my friendship with Hutch (now Vodafone). And I'm back to my 38219. The second i noticed the number, nothing could come in the way between me and the number. Maybe i like to cling to the past, but, come on, there are not only bad things that happened to me in the past, there were also a few good things - or i just love to think of those "bad 'ol days" and bask in its sunshine.

(Update: Edited to remove a lot of silly bullshit. And hey, after moving back to Chennai, i also have had to lose my 38219. Its a 75236 now. Crazzzzy buggers :))