Lucky and Unlucky

It was Saturday. One of my friends had come to university to attend the weekend course work lectures. We are among the ones who are never short of a topic to discuss about. This has been the case since our M.Sc. days, when we used to stay in the same hostel. Now that we are at two different places, countless things are there to ponder about when we meet, because of two simple reasons – first, we meet once in a while and secondly, each one of us has her own set of incidents to narrate. As a result, when we are together, we are completely lost in our own world. This, clubbed with the absent mindedness, which both of us are gifted with (probably, being born Pisceans) leads to some unexpected events. The same thing happened that Saturday. We left the department and reached my room, with our hands full of our belongings. So, to open the lock I had to put her laptop near the door. We entered the room completely overlooking the laptop, latched the room from inside and continued with our chatter. After about 25 minutes, we came out of the room and were astounded at seeing the laptop there… The very first reaction was thanking the God… anybody could have easily stolen it… But thankfully, we were spared…

The similar kind of thing happened with my cell phone also. After having lunch, I forgot it in front of the department, went upstairs and got engaged in some work. Suddenly, my friend got a call from my mom. She informed me that someone from the Geography department had got my cell and called up my mom to inform about it. I was unaware of the fact that I had lost my cell when I got news of it being safe… Once again I thanked the God and this time saluted the honesty of that person as well…

But not on all days you are so lucky… Today, I was having a usual post-dinner stroll with my friend. Generally, we keep our water-bottles on the nearby katta. Because of rainy weather, today, the water bottles were replaced by umbrellas. It takes about two minutes to reach the other end of the hostel compound and then we turn around. During one such round, we realized that our umbrellas were missing. We searched for them, but couldn’t locate. Certainly, somebody had picked them up within the span of two minutes, when we were headed in the opposite direction. So, there are souls like these also…

But still, I am glad at the fact that it was just an umbrella… It’s unthinkable to imagine the appearance such a soul in the two prior incidences…


PS: This reminds me of a lesson in our 6th standard Marathi textbook “Pavsala”, which mentioned that the only reason that you have to buy a new umbrella is it’s lost (forgotten / stolen). You never buy a new one just because the old one is worn out. Mine was also pretty sick… with many aberrant bends, but I had no plans to part with it…But now, I am forced to buy a new one, considering the ceaseless showers and the fact that it’s just the beginning of this rainy season. L