“Dad, where are we heading to?”
“Going to your nana’s house, he’s sick”
“Oh.”
Parking the car, my dad and family moved towards the main gate of Nana’s house. Just when I moved out of the car, I heard a sound. It was, however too low for me to even register the cause of the sound. Shaking my head, thinking it must have been some minor hallucination, I got out of the car to catch with my family. As we got in, my mamoon greeted us and escorted us towards the drawing room. Nana, when told we were there, stood up from his bed and came into the drawing room.
After the usual inquiring of health etc, my parents got involved into some discussion with my nana. Meanwhile, I checked out the new mobile phone my mamoon had bought a week ago.
We stayed there for like an hour. It is pretty funny that I didn’t even think about my cell phone the time we were there. As soon as we got out, I tried to find my mobile in each one of my pockets, but to my surprise, it wasn’t there. Tensed, I ran back into the house to have a look if I had accidentally dropped it somewhere in the drawing room. But, it was nowhere to be found.
Taking small reluctant steps, I came out of the house and started to walk towards my car to seat in and tell my parents the truth. Reaching for the car, I opened up the door, when suddenly I stepped on something hard. I found it weird and thought that it must be some stone on which I have stepped. I gave it a look, and what I saw was unbelievable.
It was my cell phone. Yes, my cell phone. I quickly picked it up and got seated into the car.
”What took you so long? We were waiting for you since the last 10 minutes.” Mom said.
The surprising fact however was that my mobile was still there, perfectly intact, although given the law and order situation in Karachi and theft becoming commonplace, it would have most likely been stolen. Now what I take it is that this was a blessing from God, which he intended to save me from trouble and pain. The experience nevertheless caused a marked change in my attitude. I am now more ‘Mobile-conscious’.
I guess guys that all for now. Care for your mobiles. After all money doesn’t grow on trees, or does it?
absolutely correct, btw nice post :D
ReplyDeleteIndeed, money grown not on trees. It is therefore, non-renewable.
ReplyDeleteNo matter how much of it you may have, every penny, or 'paisa', still possesses a value of it's own, whether to a miser, or a poverty-stricken handless beggar.
Therefore, everything purchased, is of special value, and thus one cannot afford to let it down the drain.
Well written. :)
*grows
ReplyDeleteLove your writing style. Extremely interesting. Make a reader to read 2 last line. Keep your originality. Long way 2 go. You have all the potential and talent 2 be another Mohsin Hamid, Hanif Kureishi, Mohammed Hanif or Daniyal Mueenuddin.
ReplyDeleteWoah!! That was so damn lucký man!!
ReplyDeleteSame thing happened to me at school. Almost same.
Oh my God. Did that really happen? :o Thank God, it was right there and intact, your cell phone and by the way, you're right about money not growing on trees and I'm glad you realize that at such a young age :)
ReplyDeleteLoved reading the entry. It's very well-written, you know? :)
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ReplyDeleteindeed, one should be very careful with cellphones in Karachi!
ReplyDeleteoh wow.. u were pretty lucky!! =o Yay! good for u.
ReplyDeletei kinda have an heart attack wen i dont feel my cell or music player in my bag =D
Wow, this really good! You musta been very relieved to find ur cell phone! =D Lol, yes money does not grow on trees, so keep chking ur pockets for ur cellphone!
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