Please read this and I leave it to you to believe it or not

I created this blog to share with everyone this truly weird incident that occured on 10th Jan 09. Whatever I have written isn't some story I cooked up, it happened for real.I really doubt how many people are gonna believe it.Even the dumbest Bollywood masala movie won’t show this shit.

The day after my last exam I called up my buddies Rupesh and Dony .I was thinking of making a robot for a competition.So we decided to meet up at the college workshop (though Dony is not from the same college) with all our motors and other raw materials we had.I had bought some new stuff for the robot which was worth Rs .2000 consisting of motors, wheels,magnets etc.I packed everything in a tattered box and tied it with a sutli (jute rope).It looked very crude.
At around 1140 we boarded the CST train.My pals had no idea about the robots design.So I was busy discussing the design with them.As the train was pretty crowded I kept the box on the rack.We were totally engrossed in conversation.At 1210 we got down at Kurla station.We exited the platform.Suddenly I realised I had forgotten the box in the train!!!I was very dejected.I had lost quite a lot.
We went to the Station Master’s office .He said that if we checked at the office of all stations between Kurla and CST ,we could get my stuff back if someone deposits it as unclaimed luggage.We checked the train schedule.But we were not sure what was the timing of our train.So we looked for two trains which arrived at Mulund between 1135 and 1145.According to it they were to leave for Kurla and Thane respectively from CST at 1234 and 1240.It was already 1215.
It was decided that Dony and Rupesh would go check the trains at CST and I would get down at each station and ask the Station Master.I started imagining things.What if the people get scared looking at the torn, crudely packed box?What if a bomb squad is summoned?Will I be branded a terrorist or a prankster if they realise it’s my fault?Many crazy thoughts crossed my mind.I checked at Sion and Matunga station but with no luck.At 1230 Dony called me and said they won’t reach CST before 1234.So I had to check the trains on their way to Kurla/Thane.The first train arrived at Matunga at 1258.I boarded the train but didn’t find the box.I got into the Thane train at Sion station.Again unsuccesful.When I was at Kurla station Dony called and said they searched all other trains but nothing was found.I went to Dadar station , even there no such baggage was received.I decided to meet them in CST and discuss what to do next.
I met them at McDonald ‘s outside CST.I was in no mood of eating anything.I was busy evaluating the loss while they had lunch.We had given up.I was thinking of ways to recover the money.How can I cut down my expenditure?What if I took up some part time job?All through this I hadn’t informed my parents at all.I wanted to clear the mess myself.I was insane.We were thinking whether to continue with the project or not.The damage done, we went to the Flora Fountain to check out some books before heading home.We had nothing else to do.
At 1640 we entered CST station to catch a train.Suddenly it flashed to me that all along I had been checking the wrong compartment.When a train reaches CST it doesn’t take a U turn to go back to Thane.It goes reverse.So I should have checked the compartment exactly on the opposite side of the one I did.I was so ashamed of myself, how could I be so stupid.I cursed myself(#^*@%&!”?{}>I guess such frantic moments screw up your head and diminish your thinking ability.My depression plunged to greater depths.But nothing could be done now.We were returning home unsuccessful.Just to convince ourselves that some scavenger got his hands on my box, we decided to check the remaining 6 stations between Dadar and CST.We got into a train for Thane scheduled to leave at 1650 from platform no.4.
The train was to leave in 5 minutes.To cheer me up Rupesh said we could have a look inside all the other trains , just for fun.I was in no mood of fooling around.But later I agreed.we were getting down towards the 5th platform.Suddenly a train entered the 3rd platform.I said we go and check that one first.We entered the compartment.It was totally empty.But suddenly something caught my eye.It was my box!!!Perched on the rack, intact.
For the next two minutes we were shocked and speechless.We pinched ourselves several times to reassure that it was not a dream.I thought someone might have drugged my water and now I was hallucinating.Everything inside was intact even after 5 hours and so much travelling.Let me tell you, we hadn’t planned to wait for the train, we didn’t even realise it was the same train until I got the box.We were searching for fun with no hope of finding it at all.But the plastic bag it was kept in was stolen.It seems that some loser must have peeped in and freaked out seeing the wires and motors(Courtesy: The recent terror attacks)But he didn’t spare the plastic bag.What a fucked up thief.We had a hearty laugh.We decided to just roam around the place and leave after an hour.We celebrated by having a pav bhaji at Cannon.
What if we hadn’t spent time at Fountain?What if we hadn’t walked at exactly the same pace as we had?What if we hadn’t crossed the road in a manner we did?What if every minute action that we took was done differently?I guess then we wouldn’t have retrieved my box.I realised a lot of things from this incident.Centuries back the wise sages had said the same thing.Astrophysicicts and Particle physicists are realising it after making astounding and paradoxiacal breakthroughs.Each and every infinitesimally small thing in this Universe matters and the slightest difference can give contradictary results.Every intentional and unintentional action matters.
When the outcome is in our favour we call it good luck!!!