Excuse me sir, I have a stolen pullover to report

19 Sep

Its been almost a week since I got back from Canada and boy it has been really hectic after that. I have been so busy with projects and assignments and notes and friends and dinners and welcome back parties that I haven’t had time for myself. (Har Har) Ok Ok you got me. I was just bluffing. Nothing of the sort happened. No one cares that I am back. A couple of messages here and a couple of messages there asking me what all had I bought back with me for them [:|] Exactly that’s all anyone cares about.
Anyway this post isn’t about that. Its about my missing Pullover rather STOLEN-IN-FRONT-OF-EYESIGHT-PULLOVER ! No you morons !(It wasn’t literally in front of my sight when it was stolen)
I had a stop over at Abu Dhabi for 2 hours before I boarded my plane to Bombay. Mind you I was traveling alone. Killing time wasn’t easy. I spent as much time as possible in the loo sitting on the comod thinking of whether to pick up a carton of ciggis for friends who would be more than shameless to worship me if I did. But then again I don’t smoke so I chucked the whole idea and I don’t like making my friends happy. Then I thought of running up and down the escalator. All that sitting around for 14 and a half hours had killed my legs. I wanted to feel alive again.
I checked out duty free shops because deep down inside it makes me feel good to have that feeling that I could afford such lame luxuries. Shopping at duty free is a lame luxury according to me and I don’t shop so don’t come back at me. They rip you off duty and that to for free that is why its called DUTY FREE! (I owe my lame PJ cracking to Rituraj)
I roam around up and down for a while then I stand in line and wait for my turn at a free Internet access joint. Now I don’t know if Abu Dhabi is a busy airport but it sure looked busy at this corner.
It felt as if I was standing at the beginning of a race line. The only difference was that there was no one to pull the trigger and say “On your marks,ready,set,go!”
All that one could see was the distance the mind calculated subconsciously in order to get to the prey on time. A hungry tiger waiting to pounce on the eyed gazelle.
The guy at the computer gets done with his work and I move in fast but then you know situations like these embarrass me. Its a petty thing to be fighting for so I stand back and let the other hyena feast on my gazelle. I wait a few more minutes before another computer stand becomes empty.
All I had in hand was my pullover(:(),the water bottle I purchased rather someone else paid 3 dhs for me because I was paying 100 riyals which is equal to a 1000 rupees unless market value has gone up. I was giving her 100 riyals just to pay for a three dhs bottle. Ha! I am a rich B****!
So anyway water bottle, PULLOVER and my hand bag which I put on the ground between my legs(I was standing.Stop getting weird thoughts). I put them all where I could see them.
I was gayly looking at the keyboard when someone else came tapping on my shoulder asking me if I was done.
“Does it look like I am done? Bloody Orkut doesn’t work in this country. Works in a third world country like Africa. The net sucks here”
By the time I finish that sentence in my head and look back at my screen, from the corner of my eye I see a dash of blue fly by. I ignore. I get done with my mail checking and facebooking and chatting so I sign out and get ready to leave.
I keep staring at the space where I had kept my pullover last,more like first and last resting place. I look around madly. I ask the man behind me if he had seen my pullover and he says “Bulldozer” 😐 (yeah you moron and I wish you ran under one)
I ask the woman beside me. She keeps staring at her screen. No response. Dead. Still Standing.
I search for my it frantically and its no where to be seen. Now I can’t even call for it now can I. I just keep going around in circles searching for it.
Finally I walk up to an Information Desk (yes sadly to report a missing jacket and not ask for directions)
Now I really don’t know how exactly should I be pointing out to her as to what my problem really was. Anyway I say it out loud to her.
“Hi. I was standing at the internet junction checking my mails when someone stole my jacket.Can you help me?”
“JACKET!! You are here to report a jacket?” She gave me that look to ask me if I was one of those people fooling people on camera just for gags.
“where were you standing?”
“Right there” I point out to her. “Look I know its stupid but I don’t know how to get it back but its my jacket and I want it back!”
“I am sorry miss but we have no one working in that department as of yet” 😐
“Why would they take my jacket?”
“I think they liked it”


We should have Abu Dhabi police personnel in India. They solve cases in a jiffy !


12 Responses to “Excuse me sir, I have a stolen pullover to report”

  1. supretha amancherla September 21, 2008 at 5:55 AM #



  2. Vedant Kidambi September 22, 2008 at 9:16 AM #

    its nice, i like ur style of writing. one eyed gazelle, wow. i enjoyed reading every bit of this.


  3. shuuuu September 26, 2008 at 4:41 PM #

    firstt sorry about the pull over … hmmm buddayy aara aapka … second … yes i agree about free internet centres heck anythin free hass scavengerss around … :).. thirdd…. oh my god ritu is having an adeverse effect on u …. :p..:P… hehheh sxxyy posttt …


  4. Sana September 26, 2008 at 4:44 PM #

    psst…i like ritu ..uspe line maarne ki koshish karrun :Pi bet aaj tak koi bandi itna openly line nahin mari uspe 😛


  5. shuuuu September 26, 2008 at 4:47 PM #

    helloo tumm line mey kahdee ho jaaaoo tumhaare saamnee bohutt see potttiyaann bohutt tacticsss try kiyee …. usmee apun bhi hai … pssstttt :P…. hehehheheheh


  6. Sana September 26, 2008 at 4:48 PM #

    ayya…i didnt know..i guess i wil just move out 😦


  7. shuuuu September 26, 2008 at 4:50 PM #

    arrreeyyy no maa .. with thee wayy u writeee u r .. chancess r waaaaaaaayyyyyy aheeadd of minee babe …. :P… hehehehehh muaahhh


  8. RituRaz October 4, 2008 at 1:36 AM #

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  9. RituRaz October 4, 2008 at 1:43 AM #

    “I think they liked it”:P:Pis there anything you can say to that…. smart ass she was…


  10. RituRaz October 4, 2008 at 2:02 AM #

    i rememebr standing at CHennai Airport after returning from COlombo. 4 o’clock in the morning, i get down.. i m still drunk from all the Irish beer and coconut arrack.. my mind is still in Chinthaka’s party. I dunno why, but at 3 a.m, i had asked them for a Window Seat at COlombo, and her highness had sweetly smiled and given me the one right besid ethe em exit, the one that dsnt even tilt behind… grr (i think she knew i was drunk)So nyways I was at Chennai Airport and this guy goes through myt passport. HE sees no record of my departure from Kathmandu. nor of my arrival in India. My first visa stamp was from Chennai.He looks at me. Unfortunately, i am still trying to stand still, i can see two of him, n my heart is still across the Indian Ocean. ANd he saks: “Where is you Visa for stay in India”” I don’t need a visa to come to India”he gives me the WTF look, I am hoping he will send me back to sri lanka, he goes to call his manager instead (or senior, wtvr he is called), his senior comes and asks me the same question, i give teh same answerI need sleep, i need coffee and the sons of bitches dont know the immigration laws in their own country. THAT guy calls his senior, and noiw i realize i m dealing with importnat ppl, coz this guy has a clean uniform:: like teh one they show in detergent ads.. and he tells his juniors “Nepalese dont need visa in India”. thank God, i think, someoen ehre has senses. ANd just to confirm and look importnat, he speaks on his Walkie, and nods his head. He also looks with interest at the only ‘luggage’ i have in hand: two bottles of liquor in a duty free bag… and doesnt say anything. (yeah, i know, its irrelevant, i m just writing it)Nyways, i have five hours to wait at the airport, coz my flight to hyd is at 9.30. so i leave my luggage on the chair in the waiting space and go wash my face. Whwn i come back there’s a 50-year old guarding my luggage, by keeping one leg on top of it “Very trusting you are”, he says,,, “Yeah, i trust my countrymen””u trust their honesty?””No their fear, sir. No one will touch unguarded luggage at an airport”I dont know why but he took his legs off with a jolt, stood up, an d went back three seats.


  11. Sana October 4, 2008 at 2:06 PM #

    Where is the rest of the story ritu?do i have to come back to ur blog to read it?


  12. RituRaz October 4, 2008 at 6:45 PM #

    there is no rest of the story… il ike leaving it incomplete… read my blog formy short story


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