Textually yours

If you use a cell phone for sending text messages, chances are you have probably had an oops-i-just-text-messaged-the-wrong- person-moment. Maybe several.

I have. I am usually careful, but sometimes, (okay, many times) I have sent wrong messages to the wrong people—or maybe right messages to the wrong people or even wrong messages to right people. They have provided me with laughs (most of the time), embarrassment (sometimes) and a resolve to be more careful in future.(Each and every time :-)

I have declared to my dad’s friend (who is about 68) that I love him and miss him a lot, thinking that I am sending the message to my mom. He does not pick up my calls any more.

I have told my car mechanic that I am waiting for him outside school and asked him where the hell he is, and to come fast, thinking that I was messaging my friend who I was supposed to meet, after picking up the kids from school. He replied promptly “Which school?” and two seconds later “Who are you?” I still laugh when I think of it.

I have declared to a good friend that I have dropped my daughter at the dance class and I am dying to talk to him, but everyone will be around and so we cannot really have a heart to heart chat, thinking that I was messaging one of my closest women friends. He must have laughed --he politely informed me of my blunder.

I have asked a friend, (whose name appears after my husband’s name in my list of contacts) who lives in Delhi to come inside right now or else I am going to come out there and drag him in, thinking that I was messaging my husband who was just outside my house and was wasting time (In my opinion) talking to a few people from my building complex. I was waiting for him to come inside so I could switch on the movie that we were supposed to be watching together.

I have called my paediatrician a fool and a smart ass, thinking that I was messaging my brother. He texts back saying “Who is this?” I was so elated, pleased and overjoyed that while I was filling up the forms at his office I had given only my landline number and not my mobile.

I have told the bus driver of my children’s school bus that I am there for him, if he feels like talking, thinking that I was sending it to a friend who was going through a divorce. Poor guy must have collapsed reading it, considering the fact that the caller tune which greets you when you call him is “Om jai jagadeesha hare.”

These days I am extra careful when I text my husband. He is travelling. So we text each other silly nothings, charged somethings and sweet little things through out the day. I double check to see if I am indeed sending it to him. The name next to his in my phone, is his best friend’s. (The first three alphabets of both their names are the same)

I have managed to be careful in that one respect.

Well, so far. :-)