CHAPTER 2
Thank God! It’s Sunday today. No tension
of reaching office early. I have all the time to myself. After a tensed night’s
sleep, I left early for the day. It was 11:45 a.m. I hurried past the Airport
Rapid Metro Express exit gate and rushed my way towards the Air India Lost and
Found counter. The staff this time although was different, but they courteously
listened to my luggage dismay episode and took me towards the luggage counter. I
marched like a winning martyr towards the counter hoping to get the luggage all
safe and sound.
“Your name Sir?” an official with
the batch of Air India questioned me after a thorough inspection as if I am a
terrorist who has left his valise full of explosives. “Pradip” I replied with confidence
and with a gentle smile. “There I got
it!” I told my inner mind after I spotted my sister’s luggage tucked away in
the midst of Louis Vuittons, Reeboks, Skybags and a number of other luxury brands
of bags. After a brief exchange of information and documents, it was my turn
now.
“Sir can you show me the Letter Of
Authority?” I happily forwarded it. “No sir! it won’t work. I need a proper
letter. ” I had no answer after this stupid and horrendous reply by the
official. I was confused, should I break his head first or mine. Regaining my
cool mind I politely asked him, “Sir! What is your problem? Do I resemble a
terrorist that I have to prove my identity? And this letter has all the
required permissions and the authority of my name.”
After a number of heated
conversations and arguments, he finally handed over the luggage to me. I opened
the bag and rechecked it a number of times. Once convinced, I gave a call to my
sister to give her the good news. Hearing the news, she got elated. “ Yeahh! Thanks
I love you Bhaiyaa” came the comforting reply from my sister.
This whole saga of ‘Lost and Found’ taught me one thing – We should
always think positive and never give up hope even if we face dejection in the
first place.
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