Day 5- Revisited (The Obituary)

One of the darkest days of the history of my life so far.If I write an autobiography someday, there would be an entire chapter based on this episode.After all, this was the first time someone stole something from me, my dear cellphone, the phone which had all my songs, contacts,SIM which I had for like 4 years now....

It all started with the grotesque plan of kake dropping me at Andrews Ganj, the bus stop between Moolchand and South EX.Now, that day on the busy Ring Road, a roadside board or something fell on the road, causing a huge traffic problem.Obviously, buses were moving very slowly, and they were like jam-packed.They were scarce and the first bus that was going to Dhaula Kuan was a blue line one and was carrying anywhere between 100-120 passengers, all managing to breathe, somehow.Apparently, this bus though is supposed to go till Dhaula Kuan, its final stop is Munirka some 2km from Dhaula Kuan.No ,heres the thing, blue line conductors NEVER say the truth.They wont lie but not say the truth either.So if you ask them Bhaiyya Dhaula Kuan jayega????.....They will say something like Haan, walking distance hoga,2 rupaye mein pahuch jaoge wahaan se.It took me Rs7 from there to Dhaula Kuan and Rs7 atleast 5-6 kilometres.

Now, to take my laptop to work I needed a backpack.Kake se kaha, Boss backpack de.He carries merchandise of all companies he has worked in.The number of companies he has worked in being large, he indeed has a lot of freee ka maal.Infact ,I remember when he came to our place in Ambala I had asked him Dude aapka chaddhi bhi Microsoft ka hai , ya woh kharida tha??...He had a Microsoft ka brand new backpack. Apun ne maar liya woh bag.

This bag is good looking and one of the straps it has this pouch for mobile phones.

Yes, you guessed it, when I boarded the bus from Munirka, I realised the pouch was missing.I lost my phone.

At office , pinged Kake, told him.This was the best news he could have ever had.The chance to get my mother mad at me.This anti-christ ,satanic guy immediately called mom and said something like ,Aapke nalayak bete ne mobile phek diya kahi pe...Kyun dete ho us nalayak ko... phone-wone.

My mother and kakes clashes are legendary.At times I really thought kaka came to our place to entertain himself by arguing with mom and seeing her face go red with anger.

This moment was his idea of maximum fun. Added some other garam masala to how I lost the phone, combined with my idea of hiring a bike to ride to work, idea of driving his car to work, made Mom, really really angry.

Mom probably went something like this

Papa, din raat desert mein war-game mein khoon pasina ek karke itni cheezein laake dete hai aur yeh ladka sab udaa deta hai.Nikaal do isko apne ghar se, khaana dena chod do, kapde dhulwao, neeche sulao, apni car saaf karwao, jhaaadu pochaa lagwao is nalayak se.She went on and on.

Kaka was underestimating my mother.Her reaction was very very serious, so much so that he actually ended up defending me.

Mobile hi to ghoom kiya bechaare ne

Thats my fiesty, fiery mom.She made my kaka go soft on me