Who says having a poor memory is always a bad thing? Far as I am concerned it has often proven to be quite useful! So while everyone else is staggering out of the exam hall with sullen faces and dragging their feet, I'm practically skipping and dancing. Not because my paper was any better than theirs, but because I'll have already forgotten all about it!
During yesterday's exam, we were all asked to keep our mobile phones on the teacher's table. And two students actually forgot to collect their phones before leaving! (Ok, so maybe a poor memory is great all the time!) Now in any other situation these poor folk would never have seen their phones again, but fortunately for them I was there to play Mr. Honest Guy!
I recognized one of the phones as belonging to my friend Animesh. The owner of the other was a complete mystery. So I decided to scroll through the phone numbers stored on the phone to see if that would help. The only information I could elicit from that was that the owner was either the BIGGEST player in the world or a girl! Because a large percentage of the numbers were of girls.
So the only thing I could do was call up one of the numbers in the list and see if that person recognized the number I was calling from. But which number should I select to call up? 'Home'? 'Dad'? 'Ravi'? Nah, nah and nah! Why, of course! Pick a girl's number! So, then I had to try and decide which girl's number to pick!
Alice Joseph? Hmmm... not bad! But unfortunately it wasn't a cell phone number so I couldn't be sure that she would have a Caller-Id facility to help me identify the owner. So after quite some deliberation, I settled on Mahima.
A short call later I had the name of the owner. It did indeed turn out to be a girl. Now, looking back at the situation I should have taken up the opportunity to call up some more of the girls in the list and repeat the procedure! *winks* Just to make sure, you know!
So to end the story, I went outside and found the girl in question and returned the phone to her. Just then I saw Animesh (whom the other phone belonged to) flying past me like the Devil himself were after him! Apparently, he had realized that his cell phone was missing! I hollered out to him, but it was of little use. So I followed him (at a more sedate pace) and caught up with him as he returning from the hall where he obviously hadn't found the phone.
I gave him the phone. And told him I'd used to call Australia! The changing spectrum of looks were worth it! From 'Damn! I lost the phone' to 'Whoa man! Thanks! I could just kiss you!' (since he's gay) to 'What! Australia? I AM going to kiss you!' (since I'm straight)! Thankfully I got out of that alive! And un-kissed!
Well, those were my good deeds for the century! It's back to perpetrating evil for another 100 years for me!