Relativity

Today has been one of the very bad days I have had this semester.

Losing one third of the total marks in a quiz.
Getting an assignment to design, analyse and assess an entire small scale infrastructure project in 10 days.
Getting blasted by the Senior VP of Infrastructure Finance and Leasing Services.

What more does one want to get excruciated? Phew!

While I was trying to call the SVP, I got what appeared to be just the normal "busy" tone. But as it turned out, it was an interruption in his conversation for as many as 16 times. He calls back on the phone from which I was trying.

"Hello, WHO are you?"
"Hello sir, this is Blakaranamamba speaking from IITM. Did my professor mail you regarding the data I need for the seminar assignment?"
"No, I did not get any mail. We work on a client relationship basis. I can not go on passing data on to people like that. And HELLO, please try to learn that the busy tone is an interruption in the conversation of the other person. He is busy. Please try to understand that."
"Sorry sir, I am really sorry for that."

Hang up!

It was like we are in different galaxies, separated by millions of light years. What appears to him is not the true present, what appears to me is not the true present situation there. And we can not even communicate this to each other, because we are way too far off from each other.

Now, how was he to know how the busy tone appears on the other side when he is busy talking to someone else? How was he to know that it was NOT possible to distinguish the busy tone form the call waiting tone?

My professor should have mailed him.
I should have made sure that my professor had mailed him.
He should have known that there must be some problem with this tone because of which this guy went on calling, and would not have done it otherwise.
I should have stopped calling the moment I felt there was something wrong here.

3 galaxies. Millions of light years apart. Never will the correct information be interchanged. Never will the minds meet.

What will happen for sure is that whenever the VP thinks of my professor or Blakaranamamba, He will frown.

The way I accepted that we can never know what is actually going on right now in the Sombrero galaxy, I accepted this also.