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In the last episode, I said:
"Is it over? Who knows...?"
Today we discover the shocking truth!
Is it really over? Or does someone really know?
Stay tuned!
~Theme music plays~
(On an aside...what theme music would you have for this blog? :-P )
Hmm...
The answer...it seems...would be pretty simple.
Apparently, it's not over but not one knows how long this would last.
Today...I got up at 7.15 am and went off to school in a daze, having slept only 5 hours or so...
I got to school and saw that I was stood up by the kids...well...maybe not their fault.
No communication from me and perhaps they figured things would be a bum out if they showed up...
Anyway...mooched around in school for a while and came home.
Had some lunch, watched the cameo of Martha Jones in Torchwood and took a nap.
4.15 pm - I wake up from my nap to catch the early IPL match...
4.40 - the bell rings. I open the door. It's a kid.
He has my insurance papers (for the bike).
He lives in the society next to ours. Apparently the Head of Department for chemistry in SP College found it lying near her office. She saw the name (Joshi) and the address.
She sent it to an acquaintance of hers, working as an accountant at the SPM office.
He's also called Joshi...he lives in the nnext society. It was his kid.
The papers had my name and address on it. He sent his kid to return them.
The only indicator of my address here has been returned to me.
The neighbour guy's contact details were on the envelope. I called to thank him.
He explained that his colleague had found the letter fallen near her office and sent it to him, wondering if it belonged to him.
It gets better.
He asked if I had lost a pouch or something.
I explained the bag situation.
He mentioned that she'd found other things scattered near her office as well and this was the only thing with an address on it.
Thanks to Pandora there is Hope in the world.
I shall go meet this lady on monday...hoping against hope that:
A) She hasn't chucked the things away (which I'm told by my neighbour, there's a slim chance of happening...so that's good)
B) The pouch is actually my sack and it has my college ID card in it.
I've been saved one monumental headache by having recovered my driver's license.
Now if I get my ID card back, I have no administrative paper work to do.
That would be Fan-tastic!
Like I said...hoping against hope...
Point to ponder: Should I expect/hope for anything at all?
I had accepted (can't really say resigned - that's more sadness than nothing) that I would not see any of my stuff again.
I hadn't hoped for anything back.
In two days, I've got two things back.
If I accept again that I won't get anything else back, would this "pouch" turn out to be my bag with the id in it?
Is my hope a good or a bad thing?
Is even thinking about the hope jinxing the "acceptance"?
Do jinxes exist?
Am I thinking too much?
Am I going crazy? (Well, I've always been a little crazy...so the answer to that is known. No comments on that required, thank you.)
Heh.
My current status: bemused, amused, dazed and amazed. Yet...quite happy.
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In the last episode, I said:
"Is it over? Who knows...?"
Today we discover the shocking truth!
Is it really over? Or does someone really know?
Stay tuned!
~Theme music plays~
(On an aside...what theme music would you have for this blog? :-P )
Hmm...
The answer...it seems...would be pretty simple.
Apparently, it's not over but not one knows how long this would last.
Today...I got up at 7.15 am and went off to school in a daze, having slept only 5 hours or so...
I got to school and saw that I was stood up by the kids...well...maybe not their fault.
No communication from me and perhaps they figured things would be a bum out if they showed up...
Anyway...mooched around in school for a while and came home.
Had some lunch, watched the cameo of Martha Jones in Torchwood and took a nap.
4.15 pm - I wake up from my nap to catch the early IPL match...
4.40 - the bell rings. I open the door. It's a kid.
He has my insurance papers (for the bike).
He lives in the society next to ours. Apparently the Head of Department for chemistry in SP College found it lying near her office. She saw the name (Joshi) and the address.
She sent it to an acquaintance of hers, working as an accountant at the SPM office.
He's also called Joshi...he lives in the nnext society. It was his kid.
The papers had my name and address on it. He sent his kid to return them.
The only indicator of my address here has been returned to me.
The neighbour guy's contact details were on the envelope. I called to thank him.
He explained that his colleague had found the letter fallen near her office and sent it to him, wondering if it belonged to him.
It gets better.
He asked if I had lost a pouch or something.
I explained the bag situation.
He mentioned that she'd found other things scattered near her office as well and this was the only thing with an address on it.
Thanks to Pandora there is Hope in the world.
I shall go meet this lady on monday...hoping against hope that:
A) She hasn't chucked the things away (which I'm told by my neighbour, there's a slim chance of happening...so that's good)
B) The pouch is actually my sack and it has my college ID card in it.
I've been saved one monumental headache by having recovered my driver's license.
Now if I get my ID card back, I have no administrative paper work to do.
That would be Fan-tastic!
Like I said...hoping against hope...
Point to ponder: Should I expect/hope for anything at all?
I had accepted (can't really say resigned - that's more sadness than nothing) that I would not see any of my stuff again.
I hadn't hoped for anything back.
In two days, I've got two things back.
If I accept again that I won't get anything else back, would this "pouch" turn out to be my bag with the id in it?
Is my hope a good or a bad thing?
Is even thinking about the hope jinxing the "acceptance"?
Do jinxes exist?
Am I thinking too much?
Am I going crazy? (Well, I've always been a little crazy...so the answer to that is known. No comments on that required, thank you.)
Heh.
My current status: bemused, amused, dazed and amazed. Yet...quite happy.
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