I won’t claim that I am the most careful person with my mobile phone. I leave it on my table often, many times in my car, on the counters of many shops and practically everywhere else, except perhaps in the washrooms of movie theatres. So when I lost my phone, I was more amused than surprised and I have learnt some things. Here is an account of what exactly happened…
Ms. Singh along with her brother came to my clinic on a busy evening for consultation. She had a major cardiac ailment, which required inpatient care. She was, however, reluctant to get admitted in a hospital citing financial troubles, so I advised her medication and encouraged her to get admitted in a Government hospital.
After attending three more patients, I realized that my mobile was missing. I had placed the mobile on the table after receiving a call, and perhaps Ms. Singh was there in my chamber at that time. A "switched off” message when a call was placed for my mobile, quickly confirmed that the phone was stolen rather than misplaced. I distinctly remember what I felt after the fact of my mobile theft has sunk in: I felt vulnerable and naked, as if it was my mobile that was protecting me all the while.
Mr. Venkat, a relative of one of my patients and an advocate by profession was in the clinic at that time. He told that Ms Singh and her brother may be behind the theft as they quite obviously left very hurriedly. He called his inspector friend and told him the situation and assured me that I will get my mobile back in an hour. How I wanted to believe him! Meanwhile, my assistant called Ms. Singh’s brother and asked him to come back to the clinic on the pretext of modification of the prescription. Soon after, our inspector friend also tried to call the same number, but now the phone was switched off and it was obvious that the Singhs were behind the theft. A few of my employees went in search of the thieves.
They came back half an hour later with the iPhone, the thieves and a few hijras. It seems, when the stealing duo was spotted, they tried to destroy the phone by throwing it under a bus and tried to run off. The hijras caught and brought them back to the clinic.
I threatened the Singhs and then let them go, took their picture, thanked my staff, the advocate, the police and of course the hijras (who insisted that a mere thanks was not enough) and switched on the phone and felt the aura of its protection all around me.
So what did I learn?
- Though we know that noting down the IMEI number is important, many of us don’t do that. And those who do will not lose their phones. Find my iPhone is great.
- As long as the SIM card is intact, even if the mobile is switched off, it is traceable.
- I love my patients, but now I know that they also come in all sizes and shapes and professions.
- In the hour of need, if the Hijras help you, you need to thank them thoroughly.
Do you think that it’s right, if I post the picture of the Singhs?