This post should have been about my first Auto Expo but it is not. This post should have had a different title and a gallery of photographs from said Auto Expo but it does not. On a completely different note, this post is about how I lost my Nexus 5, which was more than just a phone to me.
Back in May, 2013 I posted about how I earned myself my Sony Xperia L. The lesser known part to that story is that 6 months later I sold it to get a LG Nexus 5 within a week of its launch. I decided against publishing the Nexus 5 post because it would’ve been too repetitive however, since today marks the day of utmost stupidity it will finally get the post it deserved.
I bought the Nexus 5 and since then, it became one of the most cherished possessions I had. It was the feeling of accomplishment because I earned that phone and it was a beast from till I bought it to the day I lost it that is, today. I wouldn’t have replaced it for another year given its performance which was still better than any low to mid range phone of 2015. It was a brilliant device. But it was more than that to me, it is really surprising that in the course of the last couple of years, the only thing that stayed constant was that phone, trudging through time with little tears on its rubber coating.
The phone mattered, obviously but the memories mattered more. The feeling of earning that beast of a device while people my age didn’t even think about money, that walk home when I bought it and it was this big device, forcing your brother to buy a Nexus 5 weeks after you bought it because it was that awesome, that appreciation for it on the face of the friend whom I’ll never meet again, those countless moments where people would envy me for having it, those little arguments when it’d outperform an iPhone user right in front of them and they’d stare with a blank expression on their face, the feeling of being the Nexus guy wherever I went, those countless trips to home and around with it being the only companion, there are countless more. It’s almost funny that something so materialistic can have all these non-materialistic attributes.
So, how did it happen? The plan was simple, wait for the red shuttle that carries you back to the parking, get in the car, have a good ride to the mall, have food and come back to the campus. But it is seldom that things go according to plan since it’s all keikaku. So, we decided to have some momos (dimsums) while we were waiting for the red shuttle and since we were having food for a little while, in that moment of full awareness and sheer stupidity, I put my phone in my jacket pocket because, you know, it’s just a few minutes and then I’ll put it in my jeans. Little did I know that the shuttle would arrive a second later causing us to cancel our order on that little street stall and run toward the bus, jump on it while it’s moving and get in with our faces gleaming with the successful stunt we had just pulled. After I was in the bus, settled and standing very close to a lot of people I did my usual ritual of patting the left pocket, wallet was there and patting the right pocket, where the phone should have been but unfortunately, it was not. I panicked and haphazardly put my hands in all my pockets only to get stupefied with the revelation that me, someone who never leaves his phone unattended or alone had just lost his beloved Nexus 5. I told my friends, they didn’t believe it and by the time they did, I was already breathing heavily. One of them offered his phone so that I could track it, there was still time since it was still receiving calls. By the time I logged in and saw my phone, my friend’s phone died of low battery. That’s one of the perks of lending phones with 1% battery remaining in situations that are classified as national emergencies – they die. By the time I logged into another phone, it was gone. My Nexus 5 had disappeared off the face of the Earth, it was switched off, Unavailable as Android Device Manager calls it. I sprinted to where we were when we boarded the bus, nothing, not even the street food stand. Did he do it? Did someone pick my phone up? Did our calling on my phone alert someone to pick it up? Was it my fault? Who took it? All these questions are just questions for forever…
…and so, I had lost something of tremendous value in one fine rush of adrenaline. I did file a complaint and did the needful steps for ‘things to do when you’ve lost your phone’ but I know I’ll never find it. It’s simple here in India, once it’s gone, it’s gone even if the concerned police personnel tell you that there’s a 90% chance that they will find it. By the time I’m typing this post, the other person might be preparing it for a resale, it would’ve already been wiped and formatted. I had always thought that even when I discard that phone and buy a new one, I’ll keep it with me as a reminder of all the things it stood for over the course of all those years. It was important to me, that phone. It was my Nexus 5.