Nokia 6600 – The Philosopher’s Phone

Last week went to Blore to visit my friends. Mohan suggested a visit to Bannarghatta National Park and felt it was a good idea. On the way to BNP I had missed my mobile. Had slid it in my pant pocket as I had already experienced it flying off my shirt pocket.But that time I realised that Mobile had fell down immediately and was able to spot it after searching back the path for a while. But now I had no clue where it could have fell. This time we were racing at real speed and I thought that I wont get it in a single piece.

With no hope whatsoever traced back the road sides. Just wanted to ensure that no one had taken the mobile tried calling my mobile and to my disbelief I could hear my phone ringing. But still how am I supposed to search it when I didnt even know where I had lost it. After a while got a call from my number. I really was not able to beleive it. Some gentleman had found my mobile and called us back inorder to give it back. With Arjun’s prowess in Kannada we went back and waited for that person to get my mobile back. It was quiet feeling when the person handed over the mobile to me. There were only some more scratches on the mobile. I was feeling very happy not only for getting my mobile back but to realise that I am still living in a wonderful place with such nice and noble people. Thats what makes this land so special.