Reporting Lost Phone to Police

Having lost my cell phone, I was advised repeatedly to make a police report, so with great trepidation and considerable rehearsal in my head, I went to the cop shop.  See, my phone is provided by my office, and technically non-Indians are not allowed to have Indian phones, plus, my office is hated by the police for several reasons, starting with them trying to end torture in India, virtually all of which is inflicted by the police. But, into the local police station I go, speak to the big fellow looking not friendly standing in the alleyway/entrance, saying I'd lost the mobile phone my friend had lent me for my little holiday, and began to weep profusely, apologizing, crying and crying, "so sorry so sorry" I'm saying, "it's not mine, oh dear it's not mine".  He is obviously accustomed to people crying, because he didn't soften, but did tell me to write out my complaint - this is beiing helpful for him - so I tear a page out of my little spiral notebook that I always have with me, and write in block letters the phone number, that it was lent to me by a friend, lost on the road between Trivandrum and Kanyakumari and that I am Laura Stevens U.S.A. He directs me to "the writer".  This is a fellow who actually stops what he's doing - drinking tea and writing something - reads my piece of paper, asks that I add my signature and the name and address of the owner of the phone. "Ms Veena, 6 Vallabai Rd. Madurai"  All true, just without the office's name.  (No issue about just one name - lots of people have just one name.) Meanwhile, I'm looking around at his office, which is fully out of Dickens. Shelves and shelves and surfaces everywhere covered with papers tied with string, all handwritten, foolscap size (11 x 14), many ledgers with dates showing: ""93, '94, '95"  "'02, '03, '04"  Nothing more recent that '04. My complaint is written out with carbon paper, handed over to another fellow who has two stripes on his sleeve, tho' they are patched and stiched, having been laundered to near-death.  This officer has the power of the ink pad.  He stamps my complaint with a police seal in lurid purple ink, gives me the original and keeps the copy.  Now I have proof of what?  I try to go to the phone company's office to report the number should be turned off, but this is a vain search.  After lots of round and round I give up, decide I'll do it in the next town where there are more tourists and maybe more help.  At the last, I discover that my phone company, Airtel, is also Aircel and I did see an Aircel office that probably would have been sufficient.  Basically no one knew that the 2 companies are the same, maybe 2 divisions of one entity, no effort by them to advertise this fact.  Instead it always seems from the signs and ads that they are competitors and I wondered how it was possible for such confusion to be allowed.  Bleech!