Jack and Jill went up the hill to get a bird for dinner
Thats when Jack got a man and Jill shot a deer.
Now, Home went Jack n Jill trot to Jail
To count the days of the year!
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Hail Humanity!
Now the memory of the incident about to be narrated has kind of done the will o’ the wisp act but , let me assure you the incident is true.
Last month , I finally managed to books tickets to.. home sweet home. It was supposed to be a packed weekend. Home to another beautiful city a nearby (as in 5 hrs ok lets call this place City 2. hehe ) , night to be spent at the city no.2 , and then back home the next day and then back to Bangalore.
Day 1 : Everything went as expected till I reached City 2 (except for squabbles with bro , mom and dad…oh well ok I admit those were the only 3 people I talked to that weekend grrr)..
Ofcourse goes without saying, Pitashri was with me .
Day 2 : Wake up early , have an early breakfast , and check out of the hotel, and finally an auto ride to destination. Go to hmm lets say Destination . After a couple of hrs go to the station and catch the train back home. In an hr take a bus to Bangalore.
Yeah that was the plan…
What did happen was…
Everything accoding to plan till I reach Destination. I get down from the rick .. look for a place to put my mobile… and yes.. my handbag has vanished. Now its not just a handbag. It has everything money … cards … Pics… the usual lutulusku..
Well apart from that my identity.. hmm .. Voters Id … Driving license and heaven knows what made me carry my PAN card too.
Now what do I do ?? go back to the hotel .. restaurant .. everyplace I could think of .. Well my identity was no where to be found…
So the culprit?... the rick.. Now how in heaven’s name am I supposed to find a rick in a city where every autostand has atleast a dozen waiting to grab people. Even if I find him..fat chance of getting the bag back. Anyways .. the stand where I got my auto from had some nice people.. who suggested we go to the police and report.
Well that found a reluctant me and Pitashri in the Correction factory narrating our story half a dozen times to various people ranging from the drumstick like lady constable (tryiong to look tough with a mean looking rifle) to the inspector.. besides other people there. Now the chief guy asked me a lo of questions about the cards.. card number .. etc and in the middle of all this also slipped in an innocent looking question of how much I earn . I am not sure if that would have helped the case of a missing handbag.
Anyway .. That was that …
Now what the time was just 11 and we had about 3 hrs to go for our train out of the city which ate my Identity.
Now Pitashri asked me to get over it and start thinking of not letting the Identity thief steal my money as well. Thus began a series of STD calls. The first few were to knock a few friends off their beds on a Sunday morning( yeah it was only 11) begging them to give the customer care number. Then the next series to my benevolent aunty (bless her.. she had a tough time locating them in MessLand namely my cupboard) in Bangalore to read out my card numbers from old bank statements. A few more calls and it was all done. All my money was safe though my identity was still stolen.
By the time all this was over .. it was time for my train back home. We reach early and get int oteh train and a call from matashri.. Someone has found my bag ! they have left their number . Pitashri and me get out of the train in record time.
Take another rick.. ( I hate em now) … and reach Lily Fernandez’ door step. And the lady tells us the rick man is a neighbour of hers .When he found it he did not know what to do with it. He gave I to her and asked her to find a way to give it back to me.Now the lady rummaged thru my lil home and found some visiting cards.. and telephone numbers .. tried calling .. all numbers were changed. It was the bus ticket that came to my rescue. She called up the travels and thus got through to my matashri and welll…. .u guessed it .. my identity was handed over to me .. untouched… no.. undamaged.. unchanged… J
Hehe .. gosh… long lost and found story …
Thank you Ma’am Fernandez!
Now… another series of calls await me … to get all my cards renewed… hmm… Life.. !
Last month , I finally managed to books tickets to.. home sweet home. It was supposed to be a packed weekend. Home to another beautiful city a nearby (as in 5 hrs ok lets call this place City 2. hehe ) , night to be spent at the city no.2 , and then back home the next day and then back to Bangalore.
Day 1 : Everything went as expected till I reached City 2 (except for squabbles with bro , mom and dad…oh well ok I admit those were the only 3 people I talked to that weekend grrr)..
Ofcourse goes without saying, Pitashri was with me .
Day 2 : Wake up early , have an early breakfast , and check out of the hotel, and finally an auto ride to destination. Go to hmm lets say Destination . After a couple of hrs go to the station and catch the train back home. In an hr take a bus to Bangalore.
Yeah that was the plan…
What did happen was…
Everything accoding to plan till I reach Destination. I get down from the rick .. look for a place to put my mobile… and yes.. my handbag has vanished. Now its not just a handbag. It has everything money … cards … Pics… the usual lutulusku..
Well apart from that my identity.. hmm .. Voters Id … Driving license and heaven knows what made me carry my PAN card too.
Now what do I do ?? go back to the hotel .. restaurant .. everyplace I could think of .. Well my identity was no where to be found…
So the culprit?... the rick.. Now how in heaven’s name am I supposed to find a rick in a city where every autostand has atleast a dozen waiting to grab people. Even if I find him..fat chance of getting the bag back. Anyways .. the stand where I got my auto from had some nice people.. who suggested we go to the police and report.
Well that found a reluctant me and Pitashri in the Correction factory narrating our story half a dozen times to various people ranging from the drumstick like lady constable (tryiong to look tough with a mean looking rifle) to the inspector.. besides other people there. Now the chief guy asked me a lo of questions about the cards.. card number .. etc and in the middle of all this also slipped in an innocent looking question of how much I earn . I am not sure if that would have helped the case of a missing handbag.
Anyway .. That was that …
Now what the time was just 11 and we had about 3 hrs to go for our train out of the city which ate my Identity.
Now Pitashri asked me to get over it and start thinking of not letting the Identity thief steal my money as well. Thus began a series of STD calls. The first few were to knock a few friends off their beds on a Sunday morning( yeah it was only 11) begging them to give the customer care number. Then the next series to my benevolent aunty (bless her.. she had a tough time locating them in MessLand namely my cupboard) in Bangalore to read out my card numbers from old bank statements. A few more calls and it was all done. All my money was safe though my identity was still stolen.
By the time all this was over .. it was time for my train back home. We reach early and get int oteh train and a call from matashri.. Someone has found my bag ! they have left their number . Pitashri and me get out of the train in record time.
Take another rick.. ( I hate em now) … and reach Lily Fernandez’ door step. And the lady tells us the rick man is a neighbour of hers .When he found it he did not know what to do with it. He gave I to her and asked her to find a way to give it back to me.Now the lady rummaged thru my lil home and found some visiting cards.. and telephone numbers .. tried calling .. all numbers were changed. It was the bus ticket that came to my rescue. She called up the travels and thus got through to my matashri and welll…. .u guessed it .. my identity was handed over to me .. untouched… no.. undamaged.. unchanged… J
Hehe .. gosh… long lost and found story …
Thank you Ma’am Fernandez!
Now… another series of calls await me … to get all my cards renewed… hmm… Life.. !
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