Ho Ho Ho and a bottle of Bacardi!
Tis really the season of giving. You hear the jingling bells, deep-bellied hoho and all finery in forms of red, white and green.. Christmas! Oh what a season. Yuletide is usually a time for reflection for me with it being at the tail-end of the year. This year has been quite a contemplative one for me.
My narration takes me exactly one week before the eve of Christmas. I got pickpocket-ed in the train. Sad but true. It was a day like any other but the ride back home on the train proved to be quite a turning point for me. I suppose I am generally quite careful but the denial in me wishes to believe it was just ‘one of those days’. Nonetheless, I lost my wallet in that packed train that day. My awesome wallet that has seen so much “action” with me, travelled to places, and most importantly, a gift from my close mates. I don’t know which hurt more, the emotional attachment I had with it, or the big wad of cash (my rent was inside as well) or the hassle of going through all the paperwork again. I suppose it’s fair to say that I’m suffering from all three but in varying degrees.
I usually feel my pockets every now and then whenever I’m out. I suppose it is some type of OCD, but terminologies are the least of my concern here. Upon boarding at Masjid Jamek, it was tightly packed. Sadly, no Giseles or Natalies were in close proximity with me, but that’s besides the point. Anyway, after the passengers start pissing off, I mean disembark, the train, my hands instinctively went for my pockets. Alas, it was not to check for any biological reaction (not that I was going to have any in that train that day). Lo and behold, my wallet was gone. My eyes instantly went to the floor and I started asking the few people around me. In my heart, I knew it was gone. The journey back to Sentral was achingly painful.
Thankfully, my phone was spared. After making the necessary calls to my family I made my way to the nearest beat base. Made my report. Made some friends too. Apparently there was another guy who was in the same train as me who had lost his wallet. Turns out he was on his way to KLIA for his flight and in the spirit of Malaysia Boleh, he lost his mobile phone.
Went home, dinner, then back to the big-ass police station to get some sort of receipt. Needless to say, that was quite an experience. My emotions went through the entire rollercoaster of denial, anger, frustration and finally acceptance, though I must say it didn’t take me as long as I would have thought. I kept thinking of revenge but as I type this now, I feel nothing really. Of course, if the person was right in front of me now, who knows what my blubbers for fist would have done, but on the whole I think I’ll forgive him. Though I’ve lost much from this experience, I’ve also gained some. I’ll probably be careful to the point of paranoia from now on. I am also more familiar with the workings of the police system. I am also more savvy with my documentations now.
I have settled most of my important affairs and am now getting myself stuffed like a turkey minus the roasting at home. Has Christmas anything to do with my reflections? Perhaps, but at least I am ending the year with some battle stories (of a lesser kind unfortunately). Tis really the season of giving. Wallets and forgiveness, that is.
Merry Christmas everyone!
My narration takes me exactly one week before the eve of Christmas. I got pickpocket-ed in the train. Sad but true. It was a day like any other but the ride back home on the train proved to be quite a turning point for me. I suppose I am generally quite careful but the denial in me wishes to believe it was just ‘one of those days’. Nonetheless, I lost my wallet in that packed train that day. My awesome wallet that has seen so much “action” with me, travelled to places, and most importantly, a gift from my close mates. I don’t know which hurt more, the emotional attachment I had with it, or the big wad of cash (my rent was inside as well) or the hassle of going through all the paperwork again. I suppose it’s fair to say that I’m suffering from all three but in varying degrees.
I usually feel my pockets every now and then whenever I’m out. I suppose it is some type of OCD, but terminologies are the least of my concern here. Upon boarding at Masjid Jamek, it was tightly packed. Sadly, no Giseles or Natalies were in close proximity with me, but that’s besides the point. Anyway, after the passengers start pissing off, I mean disembark, the train, my hands instinctively went for my pockets. Alas, it was not to check for any biological reaction (not that I was going to have any in that train that day). Lo and behold, my wallet was gone. My eyes instantly went to the floor and I started asking the few people around me. In my heart, I knew it was gone. The journey back to Sentral was achingly painful.
Thankfully, my phone was spared. After making the necessary calls to my family I made my way to the nearest beat base. Made my report. Made some friends too. Apparently there was another guy who was in the same train as me who had lost his wallet. Turns out he was on his way to KLIA for his flight and in the spirit of Malaysia Boleh, he lost his mobile phone.
Went home, dinner, then back to the big-ass police station to get some sort of receipt. Needless to say, that was quite an experience. My emotions went through the entire rollercoaster of denial, anger, frustration and finally acceptance, though I must say it didn’t take me as long as I would have thought. I kept thinking of revenge but as I type this now, I feel nothing really. Of course, if the person was right in front of me now, who knows what my blubbers for fist would have done, but on the whole I think I’ll forgive him. Though I’ve lost much from this experience, I’ve also gained some. I’ll probably be careful to the point of paranoia from now on. I am also more familiar with the workings of the police system. I am also more savvy with my documentations now.
I have settled most of my important affairs and am now getting myself stuffed like a turkey minus the roasting at home. Has Christmas anything to do with my reflections? Perhaps, but at least I am ending the year with some battle stories (of a lesser kind unfortunately). Tis really the season of giving. Wallets and forgiveness, that is.
Merry Christmas everyone!
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