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Tuesday 7 October, 2008
 16:41 | 8/Feb/2008 |  5 Comment(s)
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Robbed!!!!


Every Dog has his day…..And every one has one day equivalent to a stray dog!!


Well it’s a very bad attempt to making a phrase, but what I mean to say is, there is one day in the entire year…which can be termed as "JUST NOT MY DAY!!" Everything goes wrong and is completely against you.


So here was my worse day of the year, at the start of the year – 1st Feb 2008


The day had already been bad as I had a fight with my closest friend and the fight was not even based on anything strong to fight over. So it had been one lousy day and I had a party to attend in the evening. I had been looking forward to this party, but the day had drained all my energy with my over packed work schedule and a fight over the phone. I finally took a rick at 7:15 from my workplace to reach a destination which was termed as the most hectic traffic region. And to worsen things up, I did not know the exact location. So when I finally reached the place, the rick guy had almost showed me half the town, it was well past an hr and a half, I had taken atleast 6 u-turns after getting into the wrong lanes, my bro-in-law on the other side of my cell, giving me directions was frustrated and I am sure the Rick man was swearing at me in silence. Finally with very bad attempts to the most popular landmark of the town (Mr. Big B’s bungalow), I managed to see my bro-in-law, mother and sister impatiently waiting for me and fighting with the rick man for not knowing the routes in the most popular area. After giving him half the fare on his meter and humiliating him for taking advantage of my ignorance to routes, we left the rick man, now swearing at me loudly behind my back.


After a heavy meal which lasted over hours all 14 of us at the party left at around 11:30 and were in search of the ricks dying to hit the sacks. The first rick arrived and I promptly got into it with my new "Coach" bag on my lap, my mom’s hand over its handle and tying a scarf on my head. And then, I heard a loud accelerating noise, a few seconds of shock and silence, 3 of my aunties shouting "chor chor" and an empty lap. I was so shocked I didn’t even realize that I had been robbed and when it struck me, there I was running on foot behind them in a chase gap of over miles. They were gone in a fraction of second on their speeding Yamaha which exhausted so much smoke that it was impossible for the 14 of us and the rick guy to even view the bike number.


My brother, sister, bro-in-law, sis-in-law, 3 sets of uncles and aunties, my mom and my younger sister along with the kiddos in my house look at me with an ex-pression of grief, sorrow, pity and anger all at the same time. So after a few moments of silence, finally the question was what did I loose?


"Did u loose ur credit-cards? We would need to contact them immediately. " – No I don’t carry Credit cards, was my answer.


"So lets call the bank and inform them that the debit card’s gone." – No I didn’t have that either in the bag.


"How much cash?" – None, I carry money in my pockets.


"Cell phone?" – Its in my pocket too.


"Ok, so u din quite loose anything expensive, no cards, no cell and no money, so what do u carry in such a huge bag and what are u feeling sad about?"


Well now that was a valid question, but I was feeling sad not for what that bag had, but for my foolishness, for an open invite to get robbed, for being careless and for letting someone pick up my belonging right in front of my eyes.


What followed after a couple of days in the family: Were a lot of jokes like "Mana did you find the route?" and "Is your bag intact?" and "Did u dream about them?"--à Well yes I did dream that the thieves came back and returned my bag. It was haunting me over and over again, remembering how they had easily snatched my bag. That was followed by my thoughts which raced: "if only I could have got down and hit my heavy shoe at them, probably they would have fallen off", or "I should have thrown the water which the rick guy was drinking at the moment of eve, on their faces, probably they would have fallen off", or " I should have howled real loudly and they would have fallen off"…my main aim was to get back at them. But its impossible to think, blink or react at that moment and all you got to do is "forget and forgive…and curse them a bit".


Anyways, if you guys are wondering what I lost in the entire event, well a very expensive handbag (whose worth they would never realize and sell it off for a few 100 bucks), 2 shades of lipsticks(which they can gift to their girlfriends, if they have 1), a new pair of glares(which would not suit either of them), my company access card(which is in "denied access" status at the moment), a 1st-class train pass(which was due to expire in 3 days), food coupons worth 500 bucks(and I am sure they would not realize what those tickets are) and a couple of handkerchiefs which they can use to wipe off their tears for planning such a perfect plan, executing it and not getting its worth!!!!!!


--------Mana ------

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