Once upon a time in the suburbs of  Karachi a young man was enjoying his morning by watching some morning show on the tele. To add to his displeasure the telephone in his room started to vibrate and producing funny noises.   

Tring !!  Tring !! 

Tring !! Tring !!

Voice:                         Hello. Asslam alequm !!

Young man:                 Yello! Wasalam.

Voice:                          Well…this is Asim and I am calling from Aga Khan Higher Secondary School (AKHSS). [The voice sounded very official and grave.]

Young man:     Okay. So? 

Voice:              Mr. Ammar Yasir who is in section [after a half minute delay] 1-K has been absent for about a week now. This is unacceptable. In our high school…[interrupted!!]

Young man:      Who are you again?

Voice:              This is Asim. I am in charge of the administration here.[the voice mouthed more arrogantly. He continued...]                                               

As I was saying Mr.Ammar has not been attending classes for almost a week. This act is unacceptable at our High School. We are very strict when it comes to discipline. [The voice went on and on and on] .                                                     

We are providing the best education possible at high school level. This can never be achieved if the discipline is violated like this…..[and on].

Young man:      [Yawn!] 

Voice:              Now look at USA and other western countries they are so demanding when it comes to attendance… [And the voice went on and on…]  

 Young man:      hmm..what was you name again? [in a sleepy tone]

 Voice:               As i told you before, I am Asim form AKHSS!! [in a agitated way]

Young man:      Yeah! Yeah! But what do you want form me. [he demanded][The voice struggled to conceal the rage behind his accent. He took a pause than mouthed]   

Voice:              Does Ammar Yasir live here?

Young man:      umm..No!

Voice:              What ?! what the hell you mean by no.

Young man:    By no I meant; he doesn’t live here.

Voice:              WHAT! WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY HE DOESN’T LIVE HERE. WHY DIDN’T  YOU TELL ME THAT ON THE FIRST PLACE? :@:@:@:@:

Young man:      I would have, if you would have put an end to your whining. You were going on and on and on.

Voice:              aaaargh….MORON!

[Bang!! Someone on the other side might have hammered the receiver on the telephone set. ]

Young man:      muhahhahaha….

[The Young man placed the receiver on the telephone set. He was laughing his heart out. The thought of it was making him laugh out loud. He was about to role on the floor laughing. Than all of  a sudden his mum entered the room and enquiered.]

  Mommy:           Ammar who was that?

Young man:      No one mom. It was some wrong number.

[ And thereafter the silence and peace of the  city Karachi is still  haunted  by the  schemes of an evil young man.]