Stuck-Up Again
Author: Dr. K. S. Kang
The fact of too much reliance of man on gadgets dawned on me when I nearly lost my mobile phone. I can understand the predicament of a person who loses a phone in which he has put a lot of his life, including the financial services like Net-Banking on it. I was fortunate that I did not have any such service or my life’s savings at stake on my mobile phone. Mobile phone has nearly become a second nature for a modern man, a part of his dress and daily routine. After reaching my village I gave a rang to my cousin to intimate him about my arrival and my intention to meet him. After that my mobile phone slipped out of my pocket. Fortunately a photographer sitting in his studio observed it and taking me to be an educated and civilised man took the phone form the road and took it to his shop. I realised the fact of phone being stolen when after seeing a statue in my home village I felt an urge to take its snap, but to my utter surprise and rather dismay I discovered that my phone was missing from my pocket. I was dumbstruck for some time as I could not even remember phone number of any of my friend or relative. Losing phone in a strange place is quite an ordeal that can disturb any person.
Meanwhile photographer who had picked up my phone from the road opened it at once and here also I was lucky that I did not make any locking pattern on the interface of my phone otherwise he would not have been able to open the last number dialled. So opening my phone he dialled the last number, naturally my cousin picked it up and I was again lucky that my cousin and that photographer, who had appeared to me in the form of a deity, were known to each other and so photographer was convinced that the phone belongs to a genuine person. So he asked him to collect my phone from his shop. I was searching disparately for my lost phone on the road and asking the shopkeeper where I had taken juice about my phone but to no avail. However one person at the shop agreed to give his phone to me so that I can dial it, and to my relief I found that phone was ringing that meant that the phone was unharmed and still nobody had tried to change its SIM.
While I was searching for my phone like a fanatic, I espied my cousin coming towards me on motorcycle. I wondered how he could know that I have lost the phone when he asked me about my phone instead of exchanging usual greetings. I had to acknowledge that yes, I have lost my mobile phone. He consoled and comforted me by telling me that it has been picked by up his friend, who is a photographer with a studio at the corner of the market and he is known to him as his grandfather and father had been colleagues as toll managers at the municipality of the town. Then both of us walked together to the photographer’s shop but by that time photographer had gone to his house for his lunch. So my cousin again gave him a ring to inform me that we are at his studio to collect my phone. He told my cousin to hand over the phone to one of the customer sitting in his shop who instructed the customer to hand over phone, lying on the counter. to my cousin. It was indeed a lucky day for me that I had recovered my lost phone , where as there are a number of people who not only lose their mobile and sims but also the entire savings of their life.
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