Telephonic Trauma!! #4

A "Scintillating" finish.....

26th October 2008.
Sunday, 8.00 AM
I had just woken up, bleary eyed, and was lolling on the sofa in the living room, waiting for my customary mug of tea -(Yeah, mallus drink tea in gigantic mugs, and not in tiny dainty cups) -when my ancient motorola furiously vibrated my pocket. i picked it up, and found that the cops had finally found my phone after 6 days of arduous investigation. they didnt tell me, but i think the FBI and the interpol were summoned to locate this wily smuggler. they definitely must have used hi-tech espionage and bullet proof jackets to save themselves from his deadly arsenal of weaponry ranging from banarasi paan to marlboro lights....
Cutting a long story short, they handed over my baby to me. As i thanked them with a smile, they quizzically looked at me. Few minutes of "friendly conversation" later, my pocket was lighter by a 1000 bucks.

Happy Diwali!!!

Epilogue:
My phone is with me, but without my contacts, my pics, my memories, or my downloaded MP3s. insted, there is a motley mix of bhojpuri music, raunchy cleavage baring thumka laden videos, and themes of ravi kissen (I AM NOT KIDDING!). All said and done, im still contented. a sincere piece of advice to all readers, please download a mobile tracker. Its free. a few KBs of data never hurt anyone. its better than losing phone anyways. so take a leaf out of my e-book, and get it done at the earliest.

Cheers!!!