Friday, October 15, 2010

Lost and Found !

Just a few weeks after we landed in Muscat, I lost a mobile phone. Not just a mobile phone, it was the ONLY phone in which the facility to make ISD calls was enabled. All extensive searches and raids were unsuccessful. My better half has known me for more than half a decade now, and I should say that he wasn’t very surprised, but I convinced him to not tell anyone at my home. And it was done.

However Papa started checking with me about this mobile, as he called on that number a few times and continued to receive a message that it was switched off. I gathered some courage and told him about the loss. The courage was not to present the situation to him, but it was to get enough self-control to listen to the reactions and conclusions that was to follow. Anyway he told me to make some alternate arrangement to connect with home and that was done too.

Five months later. This time I was searching for a doctor’s prescription in my laptop bag. And yay, there it was! Not the doctor’s prescription, but the mobile phone. My better half was again witness to this, was least surprised, and again I begged him to not tell my parents that we got the mobile phone from MY bag. And it was done. I’m sure Papa will come to know from here. And I am not calling home for a week: D

This reminds me of another incident at school. A and N were my friends. A was a dancer and she had lost a quintessential dance accessory during a competition at school. All 3 of us set out to search. A was in tears. We went to the school office and requested to see the Lost Property Box. We also explained what exactly we were searching for. Ma’am returned with a huge card board box. We identified a little more than what we intended to.

N’s pencil box.

N’s umbrella.

N’s notebook of the previous year.

N’s costume for fancy dress.

And, N’s text book for the current year.

A dint get the dance accessory, but the search in the lost property box was a fruitful one. N wasn’t even looking for these items, as she dint realize that these were missing. Unfortunately N’s name was there on all of them. (Otherwise we would’ve pretended that it was not hers). The Ma’am gave her an ‘I was waiting for you, Miss. N’ look and an evil grin.

It was also the first time ever, that A and N was in trouble and I wasn't !! I celebrated the rare event to pacify them.


  1. hehe i had a hearty laugh when u once told me about this..and not to mention i am rofl here even now after reading this :) Miss Schooldays now!!!

  2. LOL

    Loved this story..your bag sounds so much like my bag!!

  3. Glad that you got your mobile back!

    In my school, the lost and found box was always empty... Boys were real smart - either they never lost anything OR for any lost item, finders were owners :-D

    Btw, where can we meet N now? I am sure that N's maid will be a rich lady by now!

  4. അല്ല .. ബാഗില്‍ നോക്കിയാരുന്നോ എന്ന് ഞാന്‍ അന്ന് ചോദിച്ചല്ലോ .. അന്നേരം ഡല്‍സി ന്റെ ബാഗാ അതാ ഇതാ എന്നൊക്കെ ഡയലോഗ് അടിച്ചു .. മൊബൈല്‍ ഒണ്ടോന്നു നോക്കില്ല അല്ലെ .

  5. very interesting....and About "N" so sweet..I guess we all were very carefree in our school days unless something was really pricey!!

  6. Vineeta: Me too..! hehe thanks di!

    Shanu: I thought so :D

  7. Davis: "Finders were owners" ?? How cool!! LOL

    Praful: :-( I dint notice :(

    Harman: Even pricey things were not so important! hehe thanks, Harman.

  8. It reminds me one similar kind of incident my colleague had gone through..She lost her headphone in the office..Her manager asked her to contact security officer..The officer asked her thousands of questions..checked CCTV camara's footage.. finally the headphone was found in the drawer adjacent to her..:)

  9. Prasad: Oh my she better not reveal from where it was found... :D

  10. Phone lost in your own bag! Phew, and I thought my memory was bad ;) N sounds like my daughter, always misplacing things!

  11. RGB: :D hehehe

    The cost of enterprise mobility solutions: Thanks !

  12. Fun post. It reminded my of my son. A few years back he tore his shirt in a tussle. His solution, which he did not learn from his dad, was to go to the lost and found. Searched through the box until he found a shirt he like and fit. Off he went, problem solved.

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