Practice Makes a Men Perfect……

“Tringgggg………………..” My phone rang like hell, it was 9 in the morning, and I was still sleeping. I picked up my phone and a familiar voice buzzed from the other side.

“Dumb,, you are still sleeping, get up quickly.”

“Ah… who is it.” I was still sleeping.

“Aacha, to tu meri aawaz bhi bhul gya, you moron.” Now I know her, meri itni insult aur koi nahi kar sakta. It was Simmy.

“Log baat hi nahi karenge humse toh aawaz kaha se pehchan me aayegi.” No one can beat me in conversations.

“Sorry yar, busy thi, you know na, Dad had a severe heart attack, I am still in Ahmedabad.” Her voice turned broking up.

“Hey…. I was just joking. Don’t worry,, Your dad will be alright.” Hope these words have made her fell a bit relaxed.

“Humm.. he is recovering. Arreeee ha, sorry I forgot, how are you? Megha told me about your condition.” She giggled. *Thank god, you asked me. Some times I hate these giggles*

“I am ok now.” *really?* “and I am sorry.”

“Sorry? For what?” she asked in reflex.

“That day you called me, and I really behaved like an idiot.”

“Its ok! Mr. Singhvi. Bade-Bade shehro me aisi chooti-chooti baatain hoti rehti hai.” Giggles again.

We both burst out laughing.

“By the way, come back soon, we will be having our fresher’s party after 2 weeks.”

“Really,,, awww,, I will be back soon, I am dieing to meet you all, hope we will enjoy it together.” She rejoiced.

“Yeh, all classmates are busy in the practice for the party.”

“Oh.. and you must be pleased watching girls dancing all over around you.” *How come girls know everything about you, who tell them all these things.*

“Kya karu, girls mera peecha hi nahi chodti. I am still in the hot list rather being having a fractured hand.” We both enjoy teasing each other.

Our call lasts for nearly 45 minutes. I told her everything about how Nishit trying to dominate over all, about the dance of beauty queen, the hot dance teacher, and everything else. She kept the phone down with a promise that she will be back soon. I enjoyed every moment of the talk. I checked the time. It was 9.45 and I was getting late for my Jannat, my college. I moved quickly to get ready, girls must be waiting for me, and Vaibhav may be here anytime.

It was mid September and the outside conditions were really pleasant, dusky weather, silky breeze, love is in the air, but someone is burning from inside. Vaibhav speeding his bike like a roller costar and I was sitting behind him praying for our life. He was looking angry with Nishit.

“Look at that monster, he called me last night, and instructing me the work I have to do. Why do hell I follow him, is he minister or something. Huhh” I know which monster he was talking about, yes, off course Nishit.

“I think when we all were out of station, he must have gained the dominance over the whole class, and we must have to do something otherwise we will be just left behind being guest in the party, and he will acquire all the praise from the seniors.” Politics started playing with my thoughts.

“Ohk,, we have to think upon that.” Vaibhav said.

Girls believe that they have to prepare their dance and all the stuff in a secret closed room so that others will not have any idea that what is going on behind the closed door. On the opposite note, boys always try to peep behind the walls, and were desperate to have just a quick look over the practice of girls. I was lucky, I was the techy who have to mange all the songs so I was getting the chance to be with every group of girls dancing at their secret places. It feels good when you are the only guy looking at the number of girls dancing in front of you, and you still have to manage to show that you are working on lappy and looking at them, and I was too good in that. Its ok when we were with the girls of our group, but the real fun was with the group of beauty queen. Maanvi, Isha and Tanya were waiting for me. Even I was not able to resist myself from looking at the beautiful face of the beauty queen. There was a thin layer of cosmetics visible on her face, but still she was the one to die for. The little sun visible behind the dense clouds making her face glow brighter, I was feeling special being with them, Nishit must be jealous looking that.

~

We headed towards the music dept of the university, and the thoughts of the new music teacher begin blowing in my mind. The three girls with me were busy with their gossips *Yeh girls itni gossip lati kaha se hai* I tried to get involved with them but they just ignored me like a mosquito flying around them, poor me. We reached to the Music block and my mind moved its gesture from the beauty queen to the numerous beautiful girls practicing on different songs. I was waiting for the meeting with the new music teacher, the things people talking about her is making the meeting more exciting. Yesterday she was not available at the campus so we were not able to meet her.

We entered in the centrally air conditioned hall. It was a big hall and I really haven’t expected any such place located in my near vicinity. It was a beautiful hall with the walls painted with dancers in different poses, music all around, and most important, beautiful girls all over. We headed towards the inquiry counter and Maanvi asked the lady sitting at the counter about Ms. Pooja. The lady instructed her something and then we moved towards one of the group practicing in the farthest corner of the hall. As we reached to the required point my eyes begin searching the new dance teacher. There were about 8-10 girls dancing on some filmy dance number and my eyes felt it difficult to point out the new dance teacher. At that moment Maanvi said- “Excuse me ma’am.” A little girl of height just shorter then me turned around and walked towards us. She was about 5’5” in height with rounded face and a small pony behind her head which is having a tough time holding her silky hairs. *Only girls can look beautiful with unmanaged hairs.* She was not looking too mush elder then us and I thought her to be one of the student, but everything changed when she come closer to us and said-“Yes, what can I do for you?” Oh god, her voice was so sweet, that was too soft, just like her cute face. Tanya looked at me and signelled me to close my mouth which was left open after watching the new dance teacher. Maanvi told her about the talk they had two days before about the dance practice, and at that moment, she comes to know about us. They greeted each other by shaking hands, Maanvi introduced Isha and Tanya. Ms. Pooja asked me-“Are you dancing with them with this broken hand.” Giggles all around *Ahh.. I hate her*

“No ma’am, actually I am going to make you dance with them, I am Aditya, the sound artist.” *Nice designation* I said, controlling the situation and lifted my hand slightly to shake it with hers’.

“Ok.. I would love to do that.” She said and moved back to Maanvi, leaving my hand unattended. I quickly moved my hand back, hope nobody have noticed that.

Maanvi, Isha and Tanya discussed about the dance practice with Ms. Pooja, and she told us to come tomorrow sharp at 9.00 AM, so that they can get more time to practice. While leaving the hall, the girls again shook hands, this time I didn’t tried to be smart and turned around to leave, while Ms.Pooja called me-“Aditya!!” My name really sounds good in her sweet voice. “Tomorrow, please be on time, and come prepared with the laptop.” Ahh.. why girls are so selfish, what does it will take her to say good bye. I left the hall nodding my head.

Recovering Pleasure………

At last I am going back to my home. In the evening doctors checked me and granted permission for taking me back to home. It was a good feeling when your doctor give you discharge ticket and you leave behind all the pathetic environment of hospital. My mom-dad and my friends were there to take me back. Off course I was missing Simmy at that moment but now I was trying to be strong enough, Thanks Dii!! I moved back to my home with a fractured hand, and a still recovering body. Doctor Sinha has instructed my parents to take care about me and my medicines.

I was feeling like a prince coming back to home. All my neighbors came out of their home to welcome me. *It feels good to see that people care for you, specially your neighbor’s daughters.* My Grand Maa was desperately waiting for me at home, as soon as I entered into home she hugged me and showered her love and blessings in form of kisses all over my forehead. However I managed to free myself from her arms and quickly got into my room. Huff.. It feels like a God. People all around you and they take care of your each and every request. I was in a kinda enjoying all this things, but the biggest problem is my fractured hand, I have to move with it carefully wherever I go.

I could not stay away too long from college, so after a week, I started going back to my favorite place, my college. I was not being able to drive so Vaibhav has the responsibility to take me to the college. College main bhi main kisi VIP ki tarah treat kiya ja raha tha. My classmates are treating like an innocent child and my teachers were also in mood of helping me a lot. Megha have the responsibility of taking care for my studies and she always made sure that I could not feel lacking somewhere in such conditions. I have everyone with me, except Simmy. I tried to call her, but her phone was still left non-replied. She must be busy due to her father’s operation, I can just hope that he will be fine soon and Simmy will be back soon. Although I am having everything with me but still I was missing her.

Our seniors are now planning a fresher’s party for us, we were glad to know about that. After the type of behavior we have showed to our seniors, we were not pretty sure that they will be willing to give us a party. It was good news for all of us because we have not enjoyed any thing after coming from the Jaipur tour, so we are having a chance for something really enjoyable.  Our classmates were desperately waiting for this occasion, specially Nishit, he is trying to show that he is the most responsible person in the class, and he can handle all the tasks at his own. The party was scheduled after two weeks, so we were left with very less time for our preparations, I wonder how our seniors will manage all this things in such a small time period. However they have provided us the guidelines for the party but still Nishit trying to dominate over all. I tried to cooperate as much as possible but Vaibhav was not really happy with the behavior of Nishit, hope they will not mess up the whole situation.

Seniors have told us to prepare some good items from our side, they were preparing at their own level, and strictly told us to cooperate with the guidelines which they have provided us for fresher’s party, like the dress code, some dance numbers, some games, some individual presentations, and most important guidelines regarding the Mr. and Ms. Fresher competition. We have to submit our names for this competition as soon as possible so that Seniors can make their arrangements accordingly. I was very disappointed as one of my assets has been fractured, so there is no way I can take part in any of the high movement activities. My classmates insisted me to perform a rocking song but I ignored them.*I hope if Simmy would be here, I would have performed a rocking song, but as she was not here to accompany me, I was not very much interested in that*

Our teachers are already angry with our class on this note, *Why on earth we are never been able to satisfy our teachers* they keep on telling us-“Concentrate on your studies, yeh parties toh roz-roz hoti rehti hai.” Now how can we tell them that this thing is more then a party for us, it is something that will give strength to our friendship, relations etc.

The beauty queen of class Maanvi*tag awarded by the boys* have been interested in performing a dance with two more girls Isha and Tanya. They decided to get it choreographed by the new dance teacher of our university, Miss. Pooja. People were talking about our new dance teacher that she is damn beautiful, and she is the hot list of many of the desperate young teachers. I got the chance to join them for the visit to the new hot dance teacher, reason being, I was the only techy available in the poor biological world of our class who can make a rocking fusion of song and I was glad that my knowledge about technology have awarded me many a times. We headed towards the music section of our university and to my surprise I was visiting first time to this place. It was a very classy structured building placed just near our campus, but I was so busy with girls that I have never noticed it before. It was just like heaven for me, all over beautiful girls were practicing different modes of dances, some working on Katthak, some on Salsa, and some others on Hip hop, that was a real sweet pie for my thirsty eyes. The beauty queen must be tensed about her position after watching the status of beautiful girls available in our university, Lucky boys we are.

Though I was missing Simmy, but there were some pleasant advantages when your love is not around, you can look at the beauties around you, chat with the beautiful girls, and the most important, you can have a temporary girlfriend too, it depends on your skill and talent, lol.. I was too good at that. Simmy was not here but still I was waiting for her call, Simmy please come back soon, someone is missing you a lot.

So finally something reenergized me back, I was trying to divert my mind from all the shit I have faced in the past few days, and was ready to recollect my attitude and strength so that I can enjoy at the fullest. I can just hope that Simmy will be fine, but was eagerly waiting to talk to her. Meanwhile we were busy in the Fresher’s party preparation, and as I was not completely ok so I was not having lot more work to do, other then watching the beautiful princes dancing in front of me, but I was not able to watch Nishit dominating over all, I have to do something. I tried to enjoy everything, every moment, every minute with my friends, but someone special was missing.

The Magic of Words….

I woke up with a new freshness, a new excitement, a new hope to see Simmy, showered with love of my mom and my friends. My mom and dad are already in hospital with my boring breakfast. *Though it seems to be very delicious when compared to the food provided by the hospital* Dad just completed the formalities by asking me about my health and the fractured hand, but my mom is still worried about me. He is talking to doctor and discussing about taking me back to home. Doctor Sinha didn’t say anything, he just said to wait till evening, and then he will be able to say something. I am recovering quickly and there was no sense in just laying on the hospital bed and make it occupied without any reason. I was already well treated by the doctors so there was no sense in staying in the horrible environment of the hospital where after every 10 minutes some emergency were called. It was a horrible experience watching people crying for their dear ones, I have already seen many people coming crying to the hospital and requesting the doctors to save their dear one’s life. I am really thankful to my dad that he managed to shift me to some private room where I can stay in peace.

With start of a new day, my room again becomes occupied with more relatives and my dear friends. My college buddies are already here enjoying watching how people coming and wishing me good wealth and showing their love and affection. I still wouldn’t be able to believe that my people love me a lot, they are really bothered about me or just making the formalities.

Vaibhav and Karthik came closer to me, Vaibhav asked me-“Uska call aaya?”

“Kiska?”

“Simmy ka?” Vaibhav asked in a low voice.

“That is none of your matter, and why the hell you have told about her to Surbhi, wo bhi tab, jab aisa kuch hai hi nahi.” I was not happy with their act.

“Yar, dii asked to tell everything about the accident, toh main kya karta, and by the way she already had doubts related to you and Simmy in her mind, that’s why she asked about it.” Vaibhav tried to make his point clear.

“Ya, waise bhi yeh koi problem wali baat nahi hai. By the way have you guyz tried calling Simmy? Uska ab tak kuch pata nahi hai.” I was again back to the main point.

“Yes bro we tried but still she is not picking it up.” Karthik spoke, for the first time in this case.*Hope he will not tell anything about this to Kinjal.*

“Hope she will be fine.” I said.

“Better you take care of yourself. Khud to hospital me pada hua hai aur dusro ki chinta kat rha hai.” Said Karthik, We all smiled.

It was 11 in the morning and Dr. Sinha was again here for my regular check up. After all the check ups he told me to go to dressing room and have the fresh dressings over the wounds. My friends have gone to college and my parents and sister were in doctors’ room.

~

I was coming back slowly from the dressing room, when I heard my cell phone ringing. I rushed quickly towards my bed. It was some unknown number, I thought it would be the telemarketing call so I disconnected it. But after a few seconds I saw the same number flashing on my phone, I picked it up, and the voice that I heard from the other side was the breathtaking voice for me, it was the voice I was dieing to hear, I felt a new freshness and energy flowing in my body after that Hello from the other side. It was Simmy, I came out of my dream and said Hello in the excitement. But suddenly something stopped me, and I said-“Why the hell you are calling me now. Ab bhi kya jarurat hai call karne ki. I met with an accident and you are not even bothered about calling me. You must be busy with your other friends or talking on phone, you really don’t care about me. Huhh,,Right now I am very angry and I don’t want to talk to you, you please carry on with your busy schedule.”

She kept quite for few seconds and just said-“It will not be worth talking to you right now, I was the first one who came to know about your accident, and lost control over my mind when I heard that, but the situations are like that ki main baat nahi kar payi, ye mat sochna ki I don’t care for you. Anyways yesterday my father had a heart attack and at present he is in not in good situation so I am leaving for Ahmedabad today, you please take care, will call you later, Miss You very much, and hope you understand me!! Bye.”

Before I could say anything, she disconnected the line. I tried calling her back, but that was of no use. The things Simmy once told me about her family revolved around my mind. She is the only children of her parents, she lost her mother at the age of 6, after that her father tried to give her all the happiness that he can, but she always felt something missing in her life in form of mother. Her father, no doubt never made her feel like alone in this big world. She loves him a lot. But now he is not in good situation, he is having some heart disease and even doctors are not sure about his health. His heart disease is in critical stage and anything can happen.

I was feeling bad for my behavior, I should have waited for her to say something. She cares for me, and off course she would be worried for me. Yeh maine kya kiya? I know ki wo mujh se milne nahi aayi, but I should have controlled my words. She called to talk to me but just because of my lack of patience I lost the opportunity. *Opportunity is always under our feet. We don't have to go anywhere. All we need to do is recognize it.*

~

It was 2.00 in the afternoon, I was still thinking about what I have done, tabhi waha Vaibhav, Sameer and Kinjal aaye bhagte hue,

Kinjal-“Adi,, Simmy ke dad ko heart attack aaya hai. Uska call aaya tha, they are leaving soon for Ahmedabad.”

I was not in situation of saying anything, I kept quite. Waha tab tak sabhi friends aa chuke the. I was sad, and not saying anything.

“Adi,, uska call aaya tha kya?” Vaibhav, my best buddy asked me.

“Will you guyz please leave me alone, right now!! Please.” I shouted, may be first time since we met.

They didn’t understand what the hell making me behaves like that. They didn’t say anything after that and left. I was all alone now. I was crying in deep of my heart, but trying hard not to express that openly.

Surbhi came into my room. I was lying on my bed without any sort of movement. That was so unusual for her.. She came closer to my bed and asked me-“What happened bhai, why you are sad? Aur tere saare friends kaha gaye?”

Now I was not able to control my self, I hugged her and told her everything. She looked at my face, there was no sign of relief on my face. She brought water for me and made me quite comfortable to sit.

“Look bro, see I know you have done a mistake, but don’t be sad. You have to come out of it. People who are close to you will never mind on such stupid things. It showed you that how much you care for her, and I think that she also cares for you so much, that’s why she called you before going to Ahmedabad. She is suffering from the toughest time of her life, her father is everything for her. Don’t be sad my brother, you love her, and now it is time to show that. She needs your support, agar tu hi strong nahi rahega toh wo kaise reh payegi. So be brave and clear out everything. I am sure she will understand your situation.” Surbhi ne bahut kuch kaha, but job hi kaha wo sach hi kaha, Simmy needs me.

I was feeling much better now. Surbhi hugged me and stood up to leave, I hold her hand and said thank you. She just Smiled and said-“Any time for you my sweet little brother.” That day I come to know that Surbhi will always be there for me, I never felt so good about her. Yes, we fought, cried, and enjoyed together, but she is my sis and she know me better. “Your words holds the biggest power enclosed in them, if they have power to hurt someone, do not forget that they also have the power to patch up those distances.” That’s the power of words….