Karma

Kar.ma [kar-muh], is an act upon which oneself has commit oneself to, in most cases leads to a certain inevitability, either good or bad.

I have an interesting story to tell about karma. About two months ago, while I was on my way to work, and coincidentally I had bunked at my bro's place and it's just so happened that he had to send his car for repair, or was it for servicing. So we ended up, taking the cab to work, which we had decided that we would split the cab fare. Also, what I have actually had contemplated on that same fateful day was deciding whether I would want to get a new mobile phone. As I was about to enter the cab which my bro and I had hailed, as I was about to board the cab, I looked down. Well well, what do you know.

A Sony-Ericsson W580i, which I wasn't able to turn it on simply because the battery had ran out. Picked it up and kept it to myself (without even telling my bro about my lucky find), brought it back home, charge it up and I threw away SIM card that was in the cellphone. Of course, after committing myself to such an action, conscience had somewhat crept in. The idea of returning the cellphone did came into mind, but I had simply put that idea out at a mere effort.

So two months has gone by, I was at best, the least worried about what I had done, and while I was on my way to meet with an old friend from school accompanied by another old friend. So my old "long-time-no-see" friend had decided that he'd stay at Cititel for some reason. So of course we would decidedly to meet up with him in Midvalley. So the best course of action for the meet up was to decide whether to go or not to go and how do we go there. So we, in turn, decidedly to meet up with the later old friend at Sentral and take the "bloody" kommuter. Did I just say bloody? Never mind, that's a totally different story altogether.

As usual, those who has no other choice but to commute with the bloody kommuter had jammed themselves in them kommuter like freakin' canned sardines. And as we were about to reach at the Midvalley stop, I had to squeeze my freakin' way out, and by the time I was out of the kommuter, I had simply lost my mobile phone. I searched and searched, and to no avail, I had to simply be content with the fact that I had lost the freakin' mobile phone which wasn't exactly mine to begin with. Talk about not wanting to believe in karma. After this particular incident, would you still doubt that there is such a thing called karma?