This evening my husband Avi lost his I Phone.
And then miraculously got it back -courtesy 'The Good Samaritan, Ramanuj'.
In fact, he had actually lost it in the afternoon,but it was about 6 in the evening when he realised it was gone.
But to go back to where it all began-we had been invited for lunch to one of our old friend's home in Gurgaon and en route we decided to stop and pick up a beautiful bouquet of flowers. That entire project must have taken us ten minutes and after that we headed directly to the Sachdevas place and had a great afternoon with 'Makki ki Roti' and 'Sarson Ka Saag' being one of the many things we enjoyed.Topped only by great company, much laugher and some great Gajar Ka Halwa to round off the afternoon.
As it happened, my parents were a part of the luncheon too and since we don't live too far away from where we had gone, we asked them to drop in for a cup of tea before they headed back home to South Delhi.
So Part Two of our afternoon went off even better than the first and it was almost six Pm when they left.
At which point Avi asked me to call his phone as he couldn't seem to find it.
Nothing unusual I thought as we ask each other to do this all the time- sp. within the home,
So I dialled and he walked all over the house, looking for it- and even more, both of us were straining our ears, trying to hear it ring..
It must have rung about 15 times before the automated tone told us that no one wasavaialable to take my call.
No problem I thought and dialled again while he went out to check the car.
This time the phone was answered- by a strange male voice..
Hello? it seemed to be more of a question, rather than a response. Shocked as I was,I quickly collected my wits and asked the person on the other end of the line- "Aap Khan Se Bol Rhaen Hain?" ( Where are you speaking from?) -all the while looking at the screen closely and seeing that it really was my husbands number and that I was making no mistake..At All!
Answer-'Ham Gurgaon Se Bol Rahen Hain'..
Curiouser and curiouser I thought, but then asked,'Ap Mangal Bol Rhaen Hain'?( the cook at the place that we had just come back from)
'Nahin- Ham Mngal Nahin, Ham Ramanuj Bol Rahen Hain'.
Which then left me speechless with horror..
Avi had com back in by then and asked me to check where this person had got this phone from.
And his response- 'Hamko Yeh Phone Sector 53 min girl pads mile tha'( I found it fallen in Sector 53)
Which was exactly where we had stopped to buy the flowers! To cut the long story short- he was very keen to return the phone and in fact told us that had been waiting to get a call from its owner.
And so we arranged to meet him at IFFCO Chowk, and pick up the phone.
Difficult to describe our thoughts, emotions and conversation as we drove from our place to IFFCO Chowk and anyone who knows what the traffic is like at that place at 6 pm will know exactly what we had to go through.
Parking our vehicle at an HP Pump close to the building he had indicated at IFFCO Chowk we told him our car number and colours and in under 5 minutes Ramanuj was there!
A small man with moustache in his late thirties, Ramanuj was nearly a Security Guard ( or something very much like it) for I spotted jacket with ISS written on it when he turned, he came on a cycle and tapped on my windshield.
Avi was overwhelmed with relief and thanked Ramanuj profusely. Handing him a Rs 500 note which he took happily, we learnt that he had been cycling past that spot which the flower seller had clearly vacated when he saw the phone.
Deciding to help the person who he knew had clearly lost it, he discussed it with a young couple working at an office nearby who advised him to keep the phone on and wait..
Which is exactly what he did..
Till I called..
And the rest..is my story which you have just read.
Regrets if any, I didn't get a photograph of Ramanuj.
Thankful beyond belief for just as we reached home, the phone battery died..
The lingering thought..
What if?
And finally a huge thank you to Ramanuj.
He could so easily not been our Good samaritan for the day..
And then miraculously got it back -courtesy 'The Good Samaritan, Ramanuj'.
In fact, he had actually lost it in the afternoon,but it was about 6 in the evening when he realised it was gone.
But to go back to where it all began-we had been invited for lunch to one of our old friend's home in Gurgaon and en route we decided to stop and pick up a beautiful bouquet of flowers. That entire project must have taken us ten minutes and after that we headed directly to the Sachdevas place and had a great afternoon with 'Makki ki Roti' and 'Sarson Ka Saag' being one of the many things we enjoyed.Topped only by great company, much laugher and some great Gajar Ka Halwa to round off the afternoon.
As it happened, my parents were a part of the luncheon too and since we don't live too far away from where we had gone, we asked them to drop in for a cup of tea before they headed back home to South Delhi.
So Part Two of our afternoon went off even better than the first and it was almost six Pm when they left.
At which point Avi asked me to call his phone as he couldn't seem to find it.
Nothing unusual I thought as we ask each other to do this all the time- sp. within the home,
So I dialled and he walked all over the house, looking for it- and even more, both of us were straining our ears, trying to hear it ring..
It must have rung about 15 times before the automated tone told us that no one wasavaialable to take my call.
No problem I thought and dialled again while he went out to check the car.
This time the phone was answered- by a strange male voice..
Hello? it seemed to be more of a question, rather than a response. Shocked as I was,I quickly collected my wits and asked the person on the other end of the line- "Aap Khan Se Bol Rhaen Hain?" ( Where are you speaking from?) -all the while looking at the screen closely and seeing that it really was my husbands number and that I was making no mistake..At All!
Answer-'Ham Gurgaon Se Bol Rahen Hain'..
Curiouser and curiouser I thought, but then asked,'Ap Mangal Bol Rhaen Hain'?( the cook at the place that we had just come back from)
'Nahin- Ham Mngal Nahin, Ham Ramanuj Bol Rahen Hain'.
Which then left me speechless with horror..
Avi had com back in by then and asked me to check where this person had got this phone from.
And his response- 'Hamko Yeh Phone Sector 53 min girl pads mile tha'( I found it fallen in Sector 53)
Which was exactly where we had stopped to buy the flowers! To cut the long story short- he was very keen to return the phone and in fact told us that had been waiting to get a call from its owner.
And so we arranged to meet him at IFFCO Chowk, and pick up the phone.
Difficult to describe our thoughts, emotions and conversation as we drove from our place to IFFCO Chowk and anyone who knows what the traffic is like at that place at 6 pm will know exactly what we had to go through.
Parking our vehicle at an HP Pump close to the building he had indicated at IFFCO Chowk we told him our car number and colours and in under 5 minutes Ramanuj was there!
A small man with moustache in his late thirties, Ramanuj was nearly a Security Guard ( or something very much like it) for I spotted jacket with ISS written on it when he turned, he came on a cycle and tapped on my windshield.
Avi was overwhelmed with relief and thanked Ramanuj profusely. Handing him a Rs 500 note which he took happily, we learnt that he had been cycling past that spot which the flower seller had clearly vacated when he saw the phone.
Deciding to help the person who he knew had clearly lost it, he discussed it with a young couple working at an office nearby who advised him to keep the phone on and wait..
Which is exactly what he did..
Till I called..
And the rest..is my story which you have just read.
Regrets if any, I didn't get a photograph of Ramanuj.
Thankful beyond belief for just as we reached home, the phone battery died..
The lingering thought..
What if?
And finally a huge thank you to Ramanuj.
He could so easily not been our Good samaritan for the day..
