I am and will always be a forgetful person. Forgetting to take ‘mobile’ what for some people is absolutely essential , forgetting umbrellas and watches :(:( so this one day I thought I took my mobile with me…but as luck would have it, I didn’t and I couldn’t think where would I have kept it. It always stayed in my bag. Since along with my forgetfulness, I had extremely soapy hands and if my iphone would break I would break. It was not a robust nokia anyways. So I searched. In the restroom and where I went to have my cuppa. A friend of mine called up on it and said it’s not reachable. “Guess you lost it” she said. I was tensed. I pinged a friend of mine.Nilasha, the gal with impish smile. “do you have the drivers number? ” this friend used to get in with me in the bus. “No but wait…shall I ask Vikram…two minutes” now Vikram was a tall bulldog. Tall bulldog since he always had a severe expression on his face. As if he never laughed. Some malicious people also said that he had airs about himself. I didn’t think that he would help out. Meanwhile I thought of another friend , called Kavita, who sits with me. She gave me a lovely firing before telling that she will find out the number and call up. Till then I opened the outlook, all the excitement of Friday had vanished. Ruefully blaming myself for the entire problem, I started typing a mail to my better (?) half (who had gifted me the phone) stating…”I guess I lost my phone”. I had not gone beyond few words when simultaneously I received pings from both my friends that my phone was found with the driver, who had answered my phone and had sweetly said that he would give it to me in the evening. A friend of mine suggested that I should gift him something. “yes I should” I typed, more than anything for his honesty. It was rare to find such people.
That evening I gave a token to every friend who helped me through this. I thought of gifting Vikram also something like others, but didn’t want him to be awkward. Incidentally Vikram was also in the bus. Throughout the journey I debated to thank him or not. Finally as if deciding, I took a deep breath, and turned to thank him. “Are you Vikram by some chance?” this seemed to be a nice way of starting the conversation. He nodded “thanks for your help…it really helped me to locate the phone” he gave a broad smile. I saw how the smile illuminated his face. It brought a smile automatically on my face. I was happy that whatever prejudice I had against him faded quickly. Yes I was happy that my talkativeness which I usually think as my vice, paid off, I had found some of the good friends. It also taught me that only because someone is serious or non talkative does not mean that he/she is a snob and main…that honesty existed in this world.
About the driver. Yes he almost embarrassingly took the fruit and nut I gave him, and equally awkwardly accepted my thanks. For him I reserve my special thanks. Without your honesty I don’t think so I would have got my phone back. In fact it’s your honesty that restored my faith on the world that all is not lost and that few honest people do exist. It saved me..From being a cynic. Needless to say, my Friday ended very well.
That evening I gave a token to every friend who helped me through this. I thought of gifting Vikram also something like others, but didn’t want him to be awkward. Incidentally Vikram was also in the bus. Throughout the journey I debated to thank him or not. Finally as if deciding, I took a deep breath, and turned to thank him. “Are you Vikram by some chance?” this seemed to be a nice way of starting the conversation. He nodded “thanks for your help…it really helped me to locate the phone” he gave a broad smile. I saw how the smile illuminated his face. It brought a smile automatically on my face. I was happy that whatever prejudice I had against him faded quickly. Yes I was happy that my talkativeness which I usually think as my vice, paid off, I had found some of the good friends. It also taught me that only because someone is serious or non talkative does not mean that he/she is a snob and main…that honesty existed in this world.
About the driver. Yes he almost embarrassingly took the fruit and nut I gave him, and equally awkwardly accepted my thanks. For him I reserve my special thanks. Without your honesty I don’t think so I would have got my phone back. In fact it’s your honesty that restored my faith on the world that all is not lost and that few honest people do exist. It saved me..From being a cynic. Needless to say, my Friday ended very well.
