This is how I remembered it.
Time: 8 pm, 4th August.
Venue: Soundawake Festival
The Shapeshifters were on stage and they were killing it. I was there with NM, pleasantly high and 0% alcohol in my blood. The crowd was in the zone, dancing away in the midst of all the fireworks and light effects.
NM suggested that we go to the counter for some booze, I agreed. I walked behind him. He had coupons with him already, so he headed straight to the alcohol counter, I on the other hand, headed straight to the coupon counter.
The line wasn’t long, but it was crowded. People were shoving each other and the guys at the counter were taking their own sweet time. They scanned an RIFD card every time you brought coupons. That got converted into loyalty points, which you could redeem for goodies. Anyhow, back to my story. I reached the crowded counter and found myself sandwiched between two gorgeous women. I didn’t mind, they were gorgeous after all, but my main focus was to get my coupons.
The line didn’t move for a while and people got impatient. There was some jostling from the back, I didn’t mind though. Jostling meant that the gorgeous chick would press her body towards mine, and who am I to say no to that? Soon it was my turn, I reached the counter, waved three hundred rupee notes and asked for the coupons for the same denomination. The transaction was completed in a flash and I was out of there in a jiffy. I walked a few step steps towards the booze counter and I froze in my tracks.
My left pocket was EMPTY!
I couldn’t believe it! I ran my hands though all the pockets of my cargo shorts and there was nothing. My phone was gone! Instantly, I ran towards the coupon counter and looked at the ground there, hoping that the phone had slipped out from my pocket and it was still lying there. But no, there was no sign of the phone. I walked up to the counter and asked the personnel over there whether someone had kept a phone on the counter, saying that they found it on the ground. They answered in negative.
My heart was beating fast, my forehead – sweaty. Even in the chilly Bangalore wind, I was beginning to feel hot. Ideas was flowing fast through my mind.
“Where’s NM? Maybe he can call up my phone!”
“What if I can’t find NM, should I meet him by the car after the show?”
“Could I track the phone using IMEI number?”
“How can I lose a phone? It’s so not me!”
And finally, “I should retrace my steps!”
I retraced my steps all the way to the main arena where the show was on a flow. Every one was dancing, drinking, clicking pictures, oblivious to me, almost on my knees and searching on the ground. I had walked back and forth twice and there wasn’t my sign of my phone.
I couldn’t believe that it was happening to me. It was a Google Nexus 4, which means that I brought directly from the Google Play Store, hence no insurance coverage. I was not sure what to do. To make things worse, I had no idea where NM was.
I just stood there, my feet rooted to the spot, until someone tapped on my shoulders. I turned around to see that it was NM. NM had been standing near me for a while and noticed that I was behaving in a weird manner. “What happened dude?”, he asked. “I…..I lost my phone man”, was response. NM had a shocked look on his face, “Are you f***ing kidding me? How? What? Where? When?”. “I’m not too sure, I was at the counter when I still had the phone with me. After I left the counter, my pocket my empty! I don’t know what to do! I checked everywhere!”. I was almost in a state of breakdown. “Just relax dude, here take phone and call your phone”, NM suggested. I did just that, “Shit! Switched off! The f***er who took my phone is smart!”. “Wanna walk around the path and see if you’ve dropped it?”. At that point, every stupid idea seemed like a ray of hope.
The dance floor had reached it’s peak by then. People were jumping, dancing, moshing even. In the midst of all that I was searching the floor with the flashlight on NM’s phone. A couple kids saw us and walked up to us. “Wassup bro? Lost something?”, they asked. “Yeah, dude… My phone”. “Holy F**! What phone dude?”. “The Nexus 4”. “Oh..My God! Shit! Tough luck bro! How’d it happen?”.“Not sure, maybe it slipped out of my pocket or someone flicked it from my pocket. Either ways, it’s gone”, I wasn’t sure why I even bothered to tell them the whole story. It’s not like they could help me in any way.
We must have spent around thirty odd minutes, combing through the arena. Or at least the part of the arena where I was. The whole arena was humongous. In the midst of all that, I started laughing. “I can’t believe this! Out of all the people, who could lose a phone, it HAD to be me!”. “Relax bro, shit happens. Wanna grab a drink?”, NM asked.
Me: Sure, why not?
NM: A beer?
Me: F*** the beer. Get me some hard liquor!
NM: That’s what I’m talking about!
*After about a half hour*
NM: You know what?
NM: You should write about this in your blog.
Me: Sure, why not?
NM: Hahaha! That’s the spirit.