i lost it again

The mobeeloupanishad , one of the greatpest commentaries on the electrigveda, one of our ancient religious texts is very clear on the issue of losing mobile phones.It states -

“one who has never lost a mobile phone is to envied for he has done the impossible,he who loses his first mobile phone loses nothing and must be consoled for who is it on earth that has not lost at least one mobile phone and one woman (unless you are a woman in which case substitute the word man for woman)the one who loses his second mobile phone deserves congratulations for having made an offering at the altar of the God of wealth, (for by buying a new phone he stimulates the market economy all over the world) but one who loses his third is a stupid b xxxxx and deserves to be kicked in his bxxxx  ”(Of course being a religious text it does not say b xxxxxx but merely refers to him as, the person born of unwed parents in a moment of illegitimate lust and refers to bxxxx as free hanging external appendages of the male lower body)

Needless to say this deep study of the scriptures was brought about by my sliding from category one where I had resolutely stayed for more than 18 years to category four all in the space of six months, surely some kind of record!!

I bought a mobile phone when they were still quite rare ( unlike today when beggars transfer their money from bank to bank via mobile banking ) and there was not much of a choice in the purchase of phones. You either brought one that was shaped like a brick or you brought another one shaped like another brick ,and you flaunted it!!!! You were of course careful not to talk into it because calls both incoming and outgoing cost a bomb and so the moment you got a call (unless it was a client or girl friend you were wanting to impress) you pushed the stop button and rushed to the nearest call booth to return the call. I of course being handicapped by being happily married( and hence bereft of girl friends) and having more creditors than clients never picked up mine .This habit survives to this day, claims my wife ,even though the circumstances vis a vis clients have changed.(though not the other status of course)

From those halcyon days till I turned 55, meaning over some 17 years- during which time my daughters got married, we went through three cars, bought twohouses and so on- I did not lose a single mobile phone. I was known for being a stingy guy who always bought cheap phones  and on seeing whom the guys that repair phones would start applying for car loans.

This lasted till last October when my birthday was approaching and my daughter felt that I deserved to carry a better phone in view of my altered financial circumstances ,age, hairline and paunch . She then bought me a phone that had a lot of features I could never know how to use but could talk about .It had internet, wifi, gps, a camera, a diary, mobile office and addresses of all the nice looking women in the neighborhood and many other such interesting but useless features. I of course, sticking to the antiquated notion of that a phone was invented by Uncle bell for talking to people continued to talk into it and send off the occasional message till just six days after the first was bought, I pushed the girl.

Before you think it is a sport to which I am addicted let me explain the circumstances. The Commonwealth games were on and in the heart of town a special exhibition had been set up that was well talked of and in a moment on unguarded romance I decided to take the wife out. (Many have since blamed this rash and disgraceful act of taking my own wife out on a date as being responsible for my loss but then what has been done cannot be undone) So there we were , two fifty plus people, happily married to each other for almost thirty years and very much in love,(cut the sniggers guys – saying this kind of thing is good form) looking at a piece of street sculpture whence we met the wife's brother and his wife and as we chatted on the street this girl came and stood right next to me. I cracked a particularly good joke and laughed aloud at it moving a bit backwards and ,I thought I had bumped into her and actually turned to apologise but found her hurrying away. The usual jokes about how I should now act my age and stop pushing young women were cracked (push women???? Who wants to push women? One would think at all ages one would want to pull them in)and we parted only to discover some ten minutes later that she had actually pushed me and dipped her hand inot my pocket and the first expensive mobile phone that was ever brought for me was gone.

It was crisis time then since  my daughter had bought this one  for my birthday which was only a day away and it wouldsurely  hurt her sentiment to see I had lost it.

A substitute was bought the very next day and before she came back from work I was holding my second expensive mobile phone, exactly like the first. I had depleted my bank account substantially , ensured that  Sam-sung his way to a higher growth rate and the young woman pmust have sold mine and donated the proceeds to the needy orphans for whose sake she probably undertook the dastardly task.

The Lords of wealth were pleased and I was back to my old ways and one more time decided to take the wife out (see- some never learn). Just as we were about to go , I took a call as i was rushing into the loo to wash my face , kept it on the wash basin ANDDDDD walked away for our date( two fifty plus people, happily married for almost thirty years  and very much in love etc etc ) and leaving  my mobile at the bottom of a bucket of water someone had conveniently placed next to the basin. It nicely stayed there till the two( very much in love etc etc) discovered an hour alter that they were  one phone short  and searching all over the house found it there.All the Nobel Laureates in the repair shop were unable to put it together where ended mobile phone two.

So I once again trudged to the service provider for a duplicate sim card and started using the card in my  ancient mobile that had been lying on my office table for all these months and thennnnnnn I decided once more to take my wife out. This time of course it was not quite as criminal an act as it seems at first instance because on this particular trip both my daughters and my son in law were also with us. We travelled in a cab and coming back late at night the driver of the cab made some remark which did not go down well with my family. Normally I am the type to ignore such stuff as not worthy of too much attention but this time I decided that if I did not reply I would be accused of being “as wishy washy as usual”. So, I shouted at him , made him apologize, tipped him for having let me be the macho man and swaggered out , promptly forgetting the mobile in his cab. Needless to say it was not found the next morning and I was left with one more mobile less and the cab driver was left with complete faith in that the Lord always punishes those that are rude to cab drivers for no reason except a desire to prove themselves not wishy washy.

So a fourth mobile has been bought and I am once again going round asking all those that would listen to please just once more send me their numbers lest I lose them from my life.If you think I should have your mobile numbers ,send them to me guys before I lose this one too.