Fake diamonds do not help a guy

Last week, I found a really small sized screw on my desk at work and I had no idea where it came from. Since me sitting on the chair didn’t cause any harm to the chair or floor, I assured myself that it was one of life’s mysteries. Anyways, I found it a good object of distraction during a couple of telephonic discussions – I used to bounce it against the cubicle wall from my desk. At some point, I lost the screw and had a difficult time handling phone calls!

Much later in the day, in fact around 7 PM or so, I was walking along the corridor and spotted a partly shiny thingy on the floor. I don’t know what took over me, but I suddenly transformed myself to 1992 when I used to play soccer at school. I know, it was an irrational behaviour especially considering that the FIFA World Cup was more than a year old, but hey, I had to go with the crowd. Bringing back those memories, I kicked that shiny thingy, assuming that it was the screw that I had lost a couple of hours earlier.

Call it destiny or whatever, that object had rolled right into the cubicle where I sit. I was naturally surprised to see that object near my chair when I entered my cubicle and picked it up. Only then did I come to know that what I had kicked was not a screw. It was a piece of jewellery that looked like this:

I instantly assumed that it was a piece of small diamond that had fallen off someone’s earring, or perhaps, a nose-ring. My first thought was to hand it over to the Security in the building and then get one of my friends to post in the Company bulletin board that if anyone is missing a piece of diamond, they could contact the Security desk.

Considering the fact that this object had been noticed by me and also because a random kick still deposited it in my cubicle itself, the portion of my brain inundated with 30+ years of watching Indian movies, decided to take over my logical thinking portion. Then I told myself, that instead of giving it to the Security, I could keep it myself and get the “loser” to contact me directly. If the person who lost it was any one of the many good looking (or to be correct, one of the better looking) girls in that area, this would then give me an opportunity to initiate a conversation and maybe lead to better things. I even went to the extent of preparing dialogues that need to be said and how to react for whatever is said back. The exact sequence of thought process is quite foggy now but at some point in time in this mental video, there were some background dancers!

I took pictures of the diamond and mailed my friend with the relevant details to be posted. I even wrapped it in a piece of brown paper that I managed to dig up from my bag, lest any damage be caused to the stone. But till date, nobody has come forward to claim this piece of lost treasure. When I showed a couple of other friends, this piece of jewellery, they dismissed it as a piece of glass at best.

So, while the saying goes that diamonds are a girl’s best friend, fake ones are certainly not friendly with guys.