These distant words of Yoga Nataraajan would have startled me any other day. But, today, they failed to have their usual effect. I was determined to enjoy my first 7+ hours of sleep and no one was going to sabotage it! I mumbled some excuse, pulled up my blanket and went back to Katrina, Angelina and another recent crush :P
An hour later, I groggily opened one eye to see Thasbeeh Moosa leaving for his classes and decided the time had perhaps arrived when I had to get up too. I sat on my bed, worried about the effort I would have to put in order to accomplish this near impossible task when Thas closed the door and headed for his classes. His parting words got processed in my brain and finally the thought-linking mechanism force-started. I realized Thas was going to the City and I badly needed a recharge card. So, I ran towards the lift, yelled my request to him and strolled back to my room.
The door was like a nanometer away from the lock when I had this strange impulse in me and I pushed the door away. I got in successfully and felt my pockets for the reassuring feel of the VingCard holder and IT WAS GONE! I ran to my table and looked for the familiar yellow pouch but it was nowhere to be found. Laptop bag, roommates’ desks, dustbins, clothes cupboards, window sills, draws…everywhere I turned, my search failed to yield a positive result. To make things worse, there was this bladder of mine that was on the verge of explosion :P. Firmly believing that getting into the room once again was more important than going to the washroom, I placed frantic SOS calls to Thas and Yoga but they didn’t have my card either(not that I expected them to…but in my awesome history of losing things…weird things have happened like Varun’s library book ends up in the primary school library :P)
I looked at that poster of Hanumanji, accepted this challenge, resolved to keep calm through this immediate crisis and restarted rescue operations. One fact that helped me was that I had last used my card yesterday night at 6 PM and I hadn’t stepped out of the room ever since but for one small excursion downstairs to fetch a drink. And, I KNEW that I hadn’t had the card then because I was reprimanded by the security guard at the office below.
Thus, the conclusion of all this ranting: The bloody card HAD to be in the room!!!
Thus began a more intensive search and rescue operation. It was not in the usual easily visible places. Then, I started concentrating at the nooks and corners where I usually dump things and forget about them. No, it was not inside any of my books. It wasn’t below the table either. Vacuum greeted me when I expanded my search radius to include the space between my shelf and the wall.
How about the bed? Nah, the pillow or the bedsheet weren’t hiding it. Making a wild guess, I put my pillow aside and Inshallah! there it was…snugly comforted by the table on one side and my bed on another…protected from the 8 hour AC Thas was paying for…my precious little VingCard.
Relieved, I echoed softly. “Come out, darling…it is getting late”. But nope, it was firmly embedded in the wedge. I tried putting in my fingers but they couldn’t get in more than a few centimeters. I tried using a pencil to push out but to no success. A Classmate notebook idling aside was my next tool. It reached the card and I was able to move it to the left. Now, easily accessible from the side, I put in my fingers and it was a euphoric moment to feel the reassuring touch of the card holder and the more comforting thought of saving 100HK$.
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P.S: I kept my cool, Dad!
