And as far as my college is concerned you don’t get back things as easily as you drop/forget them. The next day, after my ERP paper, I had to go to my one of the favorite and most visited places of my university-the Library and had to request them to keep aside my personal copy. This was not an easy job. I had to recall all my scribbles and all the unique marks I had made in the book to confirm that mine was not a false claim.
After around two to three days, I went there again, not to inquire about my lost book, but to issue another. I had almost lost all the hopes of getting my book back, for they had promised that they would inform me if they come across that book, and I hadn't received a single mail/call. Just when I was searching for a Core Java book in the third row(See, I remember all the nooks and corners and shelves of my library),the librarian comes there(and he’s not the one whom I had spoken to, regarding the lost book) and asks me:“You are Pooja Karadgi,right?”I am astonished. How does he me?“You had dropped your ERP book?”I said,”Oh Yes.”Even if he came to know my name from that book,how did he recognize me?He asks me to go straight from there and get my book at the specified section. When I reach the place, the moustached man, sitting there, asks me.“Are you Pooja?” I say, “Yes.”“Why did you drop your personal copy?”“Sir, by mistake. Along with the rented books”“Show me your Identity card. And tell me what have you written on the first page of book.?”I recall and repeat all my scribbles back and just when I’m trying hard to remove that hard-bar-coded id-card, the “You are Pooja Karadgi?” man comes there and says,“આ તોહ આવતી જતી હોય છે . Id-કાર્ડ ની કોઈ જરૂર નથી.હૂન ઓળખું છું આને .”(She keeps on visiting the library very often. No need to cross-check. I know her)And I’m like,”Wow! The Librarian knows me!”:DOnly God knows, how many more procedures he saved me from!
PS: “Orangey Fanta Times” titled posts will be somehow related to my college-college friends, the masti,the lol moments, so that when I pass out this phase of my life, I’ll have something to laugh about and be nostalgic!Orangey Fanta Times...because that’s the tune that I rhyme when I’m sad, happy, ecstatic, nervous, crazy!