The Pain of Loss...

The day still fresh in my mind as if it were only a few weeks back (which it was or else I would have forgotten by now)... Just a usual day as always, had just finished my classes and was waiting there with a few friends as I soon had to go to college to submit my English assignment, which the teacher had asked for a week before the actual submission date... Hardly do I complete them on time, let alone a week beforehand... However I managed to write both the family tree and the letter for submission. It's not a problem as I know that I won't be writing any letters in the future so why not enjoy it while it lasts... :)

So I headed for college having about half an hour in hand...  Met a few friends on the way and was waiting outside in the hallway chatting with them only to find out that the Ssc board has a totally different format for writing of letters ( "Oh crap"; I thought in my mind)... All that effort gone to waste... It is only five minutes before the start of the lecture that we are informed that the teacher has conveniently postponed the taking of the assignments on the actual date of submission... I mean come on let there be at least some form of organized functioning...Is the frustration of students really your main aim...:P

Angry I left the college, not having the mood or the patience to attend the other lectures. Also convincing a few others to give me company... So we headed outside, addressing the professor with quite a few harsh adjectives (by which I mean abuses)... I reached the bus stop and by now I was alone as all my friends had left for the station... I was a bit hesitant to leave, as I knew that all the buses would be crowded at this time... I was almost ready to catch a rick when I saw a bus to my destination on its way to the bus stop... It was fairly crowded... Well you really can't expect to always go in empty bus in a place like Mumbai...I boarded the bus not knowing what was in store for me inside...

I climbed into the crowded bus with quite some difficulty... Ironically the bag which is supposed to help me was becoming a nuisance in this overfilled vehicle of mayhem and added to my misery... Then as I got a decent place to stand, on came the conductor asking for the fare... I reached into my pocket and found something amiss... My cell phone... It wasn't there, in any of my pockets... I searched frantically. It was surely misplaced in the bus as I had felt it in my pocket as I came in... I asked a fellow passenger to lend me his phone and called mine hoping for it to ring... But my worst fear was confirmed, the cell was switched off even though I remember the battery being half full when I was in college...

I knew what to do and got down a few stops early to go to the nearby Vodafone store to deactivate my SIM... After a half hour ordeal at the store I was preparing for my next... Confronting my parents... I reached home, half sad for my loss and half confused about what to say... Surprisingly my parents took it really well. I mean they were smart enough to deduce that scolding me would have made matters worse. The incident had me shaken for a few days and the saddest part was that I now had all my contact numbers lost... No one to call, to know when the next class was or when the next submission date for assignments was. I no longer had the courage to climb into a crowded bus...

But time heals all wounds (by this I mean three days)... I was by now ready to travel in filled buses again and prepared to face the Mumbai crowd with my trusted bag. The experience was one that made me learn to be more careful, so I guess I'm happy that it happened (unlike my father of course who now had to spend for a new phone)... So as they say you win some and you lose some... As in this case I lost some I take that as a positive sign that I will surely win some in the future...:P

P.S.- I know this is a bit more serious compared to my last two posts but it was something fluttering in my mind for quite some time and I had to take it out...