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Friday, July 02, 2010
Meri Marzi
For those of you who've been catching my Twitter feed, you'll know that I was in India this past week, and while I was there I lost my very swanky Olympus camera. Luckily on my last day before flying back to Dubai, I managed to get it back. So for your entertainment, here's an account of what happened:


Tuesday - took a 'cool cab' from the hotel to the office with laptop and camera in tow. Got up to the office and realized two hours later that I had left the camera in the cab. I call the hotel and inform them to call me if anyone hands it in. My coworkers happily inform me that I should kiss my camera goodbye.

Wednesday - still no sign of the camera, and nothing turned into the hotel.

Thursday - check out of the hotel and inquire one last time if a camera has been handed in. Concierge turns up with nothing so I woefully check out of the hotel and call for a cab.

Now here's where life gets hilarious - as fate would have it, the same cab driver pulls up to the hotel. Clearly I've got the memory of a goldfish, so I fail to recognize him but he instantly knows who I am as we pull out of the hotel parking. He then proceeds to refresh my memory by saying that he has picked me up from the hotel before, and if I have lost anything. I sit bolt upright in my seat and in my 3rd grade Hindi tell him that I've misplaced my camera. The chap then tells me (to my surprise) that he handed it in to the hotel on Tuesday night. With a bellowing "VAPAS!!" (translation: 'go back') to the driver, he makes a 180 turn in the middle of the road and tears down towards the hotel. He pulls up to the taxi queue at the back of the hotel and proceeds to explain to his boss and the security guard what exactly my predicament is. Within 20 seconds, there is a small mob of drivers around my cab, eagerly trying to find out what's going on, while my driver is spinning a tale about how close he came to missing me etc. After what seems like ages, one of the hotel security staff emerges with my camera in tow - he hands over my camera, apologizes for the delay, and the whole escapade is over.

Of course, not without first taking a photo of my heroes:



I love India.


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2 Comments:
Blogger Crazy Sam said...
I didn't know you were in India and that too in MUMBAI!!!!!
FOR YOUR KIND INFO, I'M IN MUMBAI! So next time, when you plan to visit this part, kindly leave a message on my blog (since you don't FB. sigh!). I haven't been able to keep up to date with twitter. You are indeed lucky to get back your expensive cam.

Anonymous Anonymous said...
What a story! I wonder why the hotel didn't hand you your camera back when you asked for it!