Telephonic Trauma!! #3

A Twist in the Tale!!

20th October, 2008.
6.00 PM
I come to terms with the fact that my first-born-son (yeah, i still mean my N72, Duh!) is...well, lost!! no longer with me...
I debate on whether to write an Obituary for it, or place a"Missing Persons" Advertisement, as both "deeply mourning", and "Ghar aa jao beta" summed up my state of mind quite effectively. Well, i just decide to be one of the rather unfortunate urchins without access to GPRS or a carl Zeiss camera. A book now means a standard tome with recycled bark pages, and not virtual pages on Adobe reader. lame??
You Bet!!

6.26 PM
I had just finished typing out an SMS to my million friends, when i got an SMS on the Ancient Motorola i was using.....
"SIM Changed.
IMEI...
Country code...
Area Code...
Operator: Vodafone
Time: 6.25 PM"

I peered at the message for a full second, when comprehension finally dawned on me...
my heart filled with glee, as the union of the two most beautiful words of the English language..."Mobile Tracker!!!" sluggishly trickled into my dim-witted head. my erstwhile apathy towards the law brigade suddenly saw a transformation of sorts, as i grabbed a soiled pair of jeans, and a shirt...
My mind raced ahead of me as i got dressed, and dragged a friend along to the POLICE station.

7.00 PM- Vashi railway police station.

A "darling" cop chided me for my carelessness in reporting the matter 3 days late. I bore the brunt of his harsh words, and just kept my acidic sarcasm in check. A brainwave made me impersonate a Vodafone Customer care executive and call up the miscreant who was using my phone. i gave him an offer which he couldnt refuse!! free calls to 3 local numbers, 300 sms free a month, and all local calls @ 10 paise, without rental or migration charges!!!
Sweet!!
Damn, it felt like my Girlfriend was being kept hostage or something!! after five minutes of exercising my "Contact Centre Executive" experience, i had the name, the address, and the "billing detials" of our friendly-neighbourhood-paanwala!!! Who could have imagined, that the "Angel" who provided people with classic milds can have such a dark side to his personna??
my sweetheart which was stolen atVashi was sold in Masjid bunder...yeah, across the city!!!
Armed with such little information, our Macho Mumbai police embarked on their "Grail Quest."

...and Akshay is shunted back home..!!!