The Pain and Pleasure of Lost of Found

Independent variable would like to put you- through a situation which i have gone through very recently.

Here goes the situation " Assume " [the very word which has been used so many times during all my engineering life].

Assume that you are at the fag end of a tiring week of preparation and stress; finally you finish the assigned task to you; with some element of satisfaction that the task at hand is finally over,
then comes the moment to re-charge yourselves by putting some fuel in the form of food into those hungry cells of your body.How pleasing to have some food after a hopeless diet for 3 long days on just slices of plain bread and water ?

you are just sailing in the thought of a satisfying meal - commuting in the free shuttle service inside the university -which is 350 Acres of huge uneven; hilly landscape with scorching heat of 30 degrees and humid.

As every journey no mater how short or how long would come to an end; like wise this short journey also came to an end at a stop.
You are about to get down but your conscious says you are missing something!!! you just ignore it as weird, saying to yourselves "i have everything intact!! " . You get out of the bus and as soon as the bus moves away;the strange feeling of emptiness amplifies, making you to think what is that you are missing ??, you start to check and the first thing you think of is ????

THE WALLET !!! Yess Oh NOOOO you don't have your wallet, the wallet which holds your visa, debit cards, identity card has vanished.; you make all the calls and wait for the bus to return after 20 mins check at the bus you dont find your wallet.

the painful process of revamping to normal is hard, you call the banks and block the cards; get the new card; you don't have your university ID which is the access to your lab; so you apply for a new one with a hefty fee!.
Its illegal to stay without a visa; so you visit the police station to lodge a report.

Describing the police station briefly; A corporate office is the nearest and appropriate approximation; Yes! its just like a corporate office you get a visit pass at the entrance you are attended by the officer just like the receptionist at the office you sit and sign the fully compiled report: "there you go sir! its noted down if its reported to be found we will intimate you, thank you". such a pleasant experience at a police station could never be imagined in INDIA for sure.
[-will pen one of my room mate's experience at an indian police station soon]

Next Day you hope and pray that you get the wallet! some angel gets it for you and deposits at the police station or the university. reality: "Sorry No luck!!!".

Eight days go by, you have come back into the grove of normal routine with pecking traces of the past, thinking of the lost object. Its so true that "the value of the present holding can only be felt with the pain of the lost in past tense".

Ten days go by, Nothing shows up you have no option but to report at the immigration for re-applying for the visa, you visit the immigration office;

WOW how is this immigration office?; A well structured floor wise segregation of the various services 1st floor General inquiry : where a female sits so patiently and answers with equanimity no matter how many times you ask the same question [ jog back in your memory and think of your interaction at a public office in india]. 2nd floor Passport application , 3rd Citizeship services and the 4th floor foreign services you obtain a ticket at the entrance of each floor and wait for your turn which is invariably 10-15 mins at spacious lounge with sufficient seats to rest. you are attended at one of the 35 counters with at most respect and hospitality [ which most of my fellow countrymen would agree is a thing of rarity in indian government offices back home ].

You are given an appointment to collect the new visa in 2 weeks time with a big hole in your pocket which has no wallet.

Fifteen days roll. you have forgot all the dark shades of events unfolding for the past fortnight.
You board another route bus in the university campus, your mind recalls the unfortunate start of the string of events which started in the same vicinity; it takes you to the same seat where you sat a fortnight ago; deep within some thing says search around.
But the brain says " are you insane that was 15 days back dude do you think you will still find your wallet ?"

the eyes start wandering around the window side seat in the crevices of the seat and the Bus body you find something stuck !!!

Oh My GOD!!!!!! its your own lost BLACK wallet $$$$. Untouched, unfluttered everything intact with every dime.

but the time and requisite have replenished your lost necessities. you feel happy, you feel sad
its a mixed bag of feelings thanking the unknown force, same time cursing your own ignorance saying- "you should have searched properly!".

you spend a moment of relief a non feeling state------- Slowly sinking into reality.

This is the pain of lost and the pleasure of finding back!

-Good Day