How I got my lost phone back after days

When I found my stolen phone…

We never realize how much we love our stuff unless we lose it…forever! And it is loathsome that despite the “wherewithal” that the modern technology has provided us with, we are too lazy to back up our valuable data. They really need to invent some cheap robotic arms to do all the work. That day I was in my college canteen having the usual Maggi, toast and tea (this is all the vegetarian food you can hope to get in Srinagar…oh yes! We always have the “Krishna Dhaba”!) when in order to find a cozy corner for myself away from those prying eyes and the nasty Sun, I shifted my chair inside. On my way back to the hostel, I realized that I had got so indulged in my meal that I forgot to take my cell phone along when I shifted places in the canteen. I whisked back to the canteen only to find it missing. My worst nightmare had come true. My very sleek Nokia that would never miss anybody’s coveting eye was STOLEN!

I began to question everybody around and felt that the canteen people were lying. One person was missing from there and they said that they couldn’t recall who cleaned up my table. I told my friends who believed everything but weren’t on the same page with me about my suspect. I did all the formalities like blocking my sim card and putting the lost phone on surveillance. I call them formalities because I roll with the popular Indian belief that the police are there just for the heck of it. Days passed by and a friend came up to me and said, “I am sure that the new waiter has stolen your mobile. I can’t tell you why but it is him.” We tried to plot ways to make the suspect confess but since, we had no evidence, it all went in vain. I did Papr so that I could get my phone back but it was “long time no see”.

They say best things happen when you least expect them. A month had passed by. I had really given up all hope, had bought a new Android phone and was all smiles that one day I got a call.

I rushed to the college canteen to find out that the police had tracked down my phone and the culprit was my suspect himself (who was missing by the way). His relatives at the canteen tried to make a deal with me with all the emotional blackmailing but nothing worked on me. Now, so that you don’t really think that the police are kind, let me tell you that my phone got tracked because…now this is the best part…because that jerk-thief had put his friend’s sim card in my phone and his friend happened to be a cop himself!! That was hilarious. Now since the sim card in my lost phone belonged to a cop, so obviously he was the culprit technically. He begged me to take the FIR back so that he could resume his duties and promised that he would bring back the real culprit to me soon. No I did not trust/pity him. A confederate in crime is no less a criminal and they all deserved the comeuppance they were about to get. Whatever happened in the police station later is not as important as the feeling that rushed through my body when they handed over my dear Nokia to me and we met again! Happier was I to see my photographs, messages and the most valuable…my list of hundreds of words to look for in the dictionary that I had not backed up ever!

The way it all happened from the cop guy being roped in and the way they were yelled at at the police station in front of my sight, I am all sated and my belief is way stronger than ever in the miracles of P3y.

I have decided to sell off that phone now.

I really really missed it.

Thanks to Paramji again! :) “Don’t know what would I do without You!”

-Proud to be a Paprak