Lost Mobile

Lost Mobile - A Story!

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He is my good friend and he cares his belonging to the hilt. He is very conscious about his things/belongings, and sometimes he goes too far in the name of caring them. i observe him daily. It's a good habit to care one's own things. then there were some more interesting facts/stories of his love for care. Once he owned a remote toy car during his graduation. He loved that but had to give to his nephew, much much younger in age and thoughts. Then there was another noticeable habit, he loves to break Salad (सलाद) with his spoon and eat Chapati (रोटी)  with hands. But hands do get involved in eating latter, my friend. so why the worry of mess? I like that. 

He lost his mobile. a pickpocket in the crowded bus stole it. now that is very sad. he lost his six year old archaic phone while traveling in the bus. This outdated phone's production has been stopped (discarded) by the manufacturer. that was painful. It was palpable on his face that day. But before one's heart bleed in sympathy, this was not the phone for sympathy, rather, it was a phone of apathy. a matter of fun for all of us. We told him number of times to change it. But he didn't listen to our cries. the phone could not perform even the basic function of calls. it used to drop calls rather. it was always tough time to decode/hear what my dear friend was saying on the other end with his archaic phone. I guess the person who stole heard the silent prayer.

The phone already lived its life, more than prescribed by the manufacturer, it was not intact as the manufacturer thought of. it was a carcass, with a swollen battery crying for replacement. But no use. He wanted to use it as much as possible, till last drop. so that is how the things were. and then this D-day came. we alighted from the bus and suddenly he shrieked - "my phone!!!" fumbling his pockets. "give a miss call" "oh! its not there". "stop the bus somebody please"....and he ran amok behind the bus. I ran behind him. with thoughts "चलो अच्छा है कम से कम उस चोर ने तो सुन ली.

हे प्रभु तेरे घर में देर है पर अंधेर नहीं"  thank god! you listened. you still have my hopes on you) . An auto driver noticed us running like that. he sensed something in his mind. Trouble. He gave race to his auto in some heroic expectation said "come hurry up". My friend grabbed the seat. the auto chased the bus. i don't know what talk they had in between. soon the two vehicles were not in front of my eyes. just dust. I guess it was a part of the movie shot. 

And the phone was lost forever......leaving behind some thought provoking questions like :

What compelled my friend to run behind a bus? What was that hope? What made him to risk his life behind that phone? And what the auto driver was expecting?

And the final question in my mind is : "What happened to the pickpocket? is he alive? Or died of shame for risking himself for such a poor/unfortunate possession?" Further putting a stigma to his profession!

- Harish Benjwal