Thursday, 9 August 2018

part 11 : To Err is Human


Back in their rooms, the four of them tossed and turned and for some inexplicable reason to all of them, stayed up all night!


Next day, while sharing the men's bathroom to shave, Armaan and Angad could not help noticing how disheveled and sleep deprived they looked.


As Armaan lathered his face with shaving cream, he asked, "yaar….tuney kabhie kisi se pyaar kiya hai?"


Angad was startled by the question and nicked himself with the razor blade. Within seconds, drops of blood discolored the common sink the men were using.




"Yaar…maine tho sirf sawaal kiya tha…tune tho khoon hi bahaa diya pyaar ke naam par," Armaan passed a hand towel to Angad. As Angad applied pressure on his cheek, he smiled at his friend, "aise sawaal karega tho mera khoon khawl jaata hai….waise bhi rare blood type hoon….zyaada khoon beh gaya tho blood bank mein milega bhi nahin." He chuckled and resumed shaving.


"Oh yeah…O negative?" Armaan glanced through the corner of his eyes as he washed the last bits of shaving cream from his face.


"Hmm…oopar waale ne sab kuch rare hi diya hai mujhey," Angad chuckled and resumed shaving.


"Waise ….seriously yaar……main kal raat bhar so nahin sakaa….aisa mera saath pehle kabhie nahin hua," Armaan wrapped a towel around his neck and pondered seriously.



"Main bhi nahin so saka," Angad mocked, "jaanta hai kyun? Kyunki bagal waale kamre mein koi raat bhar music suntaa raha."



"Angad……I think I am in love yaar," Armaan sighed heavily.

"Waise tune yeh line kitni ladkiyon ko boli hai?" Angad washed his face, wiped his face and asked matter-of-factly.




"Tu soch raha hai main mazaak kar raha hoon?" Armaan was offended by the question.



"Maine kab kaha tu mazaak kar raha hai? I am just curious whether you mean it or not…..kisi ladki ke dil ke saath khelna nahin chaahiye…..Riddhima is a nice girl," Angad placed a bandaid on his cut and checked himself in the mirror.



"I know I have said I love you to many girls before," Armaan hung his head, "but this time I mean it boss…..raat bhar uske sapnay dekhta raha….I have never had problem sleeping before…..yes I have dated several girls before….but I have never carried their thoughts with me to bed! Yeh maamla serious type ka lagta hai."



"Hmmm….think about it again Armaan…..I know you can be impulsive at times," Angad walked towards the shower.



"Tu mere baare mein itna kaise jaanta hai yaar? We just met a few days ago," Armaan was amazed at how well Angad knew him already.


"Maine kuch galat kaha kya?" Angad asked




"Nahin yaar….you are right….yes I am an impulsive guy…..but this feeling is different…..it feels just right……jab bhi Riddhima ke saath hota hoon….lagta hai mujhey meri manzil mil gayi…..I just want to be with her….no one else matters at that time……uski wo hansi……the way she tilts her head…..her big expressive eyes……her flawless skin….yaar Angad….main tho gaya kaam se," Armaan looked up and stretched his arms at the ceiling as if thanking the almighty before he jumped into the shower.




As Angad scrubbed off the soap from his body, he reflected upon Armaan's confession and thought, "Armaan is a lucky guy….he knows how to express himself clearly…..jo jo Armaan ke saath ho raha hai…..mere saath bhi tho wo hi ho raha hai…..raat bhar main bhi nahin soya….bas poore time uska chehra…..uski aankhein….uske baal….uski baatein…..wo sab yaad aata raha," he recalled how she had been caught in an embrace with him on the wet evening thanks to Armaan's driving skills. As he wiped his body, he caressed the spots on his chest where she had touched him last night. Just the thought was enough to rouse him again. She had unknowingly done the same last night. He had wanted that moment to last forever, but he had been careful and cautious in holding her so she would not perceive the response his body was going through. Angad had seen and felt a lot of emotions in life- good and bad, pleasant and unpleasant- but what he felt last night when she was in his arms was an almost out of body experience. Perhaps similar to the feeling he went through when he had seen her dance the other night.




"Mujhey kyun aisa lagta hai ki wo bhi meri taraf aakarshit hai…..but I know I will never be able to confess….and neither will she," Angad shut his eyes and sighed.



The men stepped out of their shower stalls with towels wrapped at their waists. They looked at each other and smiled, as if reading each other's thoughts.


"Armaan……don't rush into the confession buddy," Angad advised.


Armaan raised his eyebrows and then winked at his friend, "and you….don't delay the confession," and laughed all the way back to his room.



"How did he know what I was thinking?" Angad was surprised for the first time in his life. He had always been good at masking his true feelings but Armaan had sensed his thoughts through the barrier between their shower stalls?




The women walked to the hospital in twos and threes in the morning. It was a clear and pleasant morning. The chirping birds, butterflies on the blooming flowers reminded everyone that spring was around the corner. The rain had washed off the murky and hazy air that had hung over the city last evening. A wall of silence separated the two friends as they admired the serene and lush green surroundings of the campus after the first major rainfall last night.




Something about last night had changed Riddhima and Kripa forever. Even though they would not admit to it, Armaan and Angad had not left their thoughts since the time they had driven off in the car last night. Their swollen, red eyes revealed the story of the night.
"Tho Riddhima…raat bhar padhai karti rahi?" Kripa caught Riddhima by surprise with her question.



"No yaar….I slept like a log….I was exhausted after the tiring day."



"Mujhey jhoote log bilkul pasand nahin hain," Kripa chuckled.


"Seriouly Kripa….I just slept," Riddhiam lied again. How could she admit to her friend that the man who had offended her dad so many times kept her up all night? Armaan's smile, his boyish charm, his ability to make her laugh at the silliest things, the way her body shivered each time he touched her had flooded her thoughts all night.


"So you are not falling for Armaan?" Kripa asked.



"Oh come on Kripa! I barely know him…..but I have to admit that he is not as bad as I had thought…..he is a pretty decent guy," Riddhima laughed. She had still not told anyone about her sketch either.



"Be careful Riddhima…..I have heard through the grapevine that Armaan is quite a flirt…..Anjali se meri baat ho rahi thi…..she knows someone who was in Armaan's college….apparently he changed girlfriends faster than he changed his cars!"



"Kripaaa!!! I know my limits…..anyways I am here to learn…..and Armaan is not my types…..he is not serious about anything…..I would be surprised if he even completed his stint at Sanjeevani….I can't imagine myself with a man like him…so don't you worry….your friend is more sensible than you think sweety," Riddhima put her arm around Kripa and reassured her, "aur ab bataa…tu kyun raat bhar jagi rahi? Kahin Angad ke khayalon mein….?" She chuckled.


Kripa gave her a dirty look, "don't be silly! I hate that man….I hate his guts…..I hate his thoughts…..I hate his values…..I hate EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM!!!!"



"Oh baba re!" Riddhima withdrew her arm, "sorry….looks like a touched a sore chord."




"Riddhima…I was studying all night….and please don't ever associate my name with that man!"



Kripa was not lying- she had tried her best to study last night. Till the wee hours of the morning, she sat at her desk with her Obstetrics textbook in hand but what she had conveniently hidden from Riddhima was the fact that she had not read a single word from the chapter on 'rare presentations in labor and delivery!' She was upset with herself all night. Why had she let herself stay in his arms as the rain poured down their wet bodies? Why did she let him walk beside her? Why did she think that he was not as bad as she had always thought? The fact that he respected her honor and made her feel secure in the wet, dark night upset her- upset as she wanted to hate him…..wanted to believe that he was an indecent man so she could openly criticize and abhor him……but he had managed to surprise her once again…..and she was most upset with herself for enjoying that moment in his arms……enjoying that sweet pulsation inside her…..that pleasant twinge her body had never felt before……that feeling which made her aware of her femininity….and his masculinity. SHE HATED HERSELF FOR THAT!


ONCOLOGY WARD:


A well prepared Rahul impressed Dr Shubhankar with his in depth knowledge, his ability to quote statistics and figures like an expert. He had certainly worked hard after work last night. Riddhima watched Rahul with awe. She knew her father would love working with Rahul. Dr Shashank Gupta admired such well read and knowledgeable interns. She remembered how over the years, their dinner table conversations always centered around the hospital, the new interns, who were the smart ones…..who would make it big one day….who were the losers…..who should Riddhima emulate when she grew up.



To everyone's surprise, Armaan was a little serious at rounds that day. His brief stay at the library before Riddhima had disturbed him had prepared him well to answer questions on his patients. Riddhima was both surprised and proud of him. She wanted to kick herself for being so judgmental about Armaan just this morning- 'I would be surprised if he even completed his stint at Sanjeevani'



Riddhima tried her best to get Armaan's attention all day but he seemed more interested in his patients and files instead of her. Armaan had figured that Riddhima did not like him 'ignoring' her. The more he ignored her, the more she wanted him. This experience was different from his past ones with other women. Normally, he just had to take them out for dinner or drinks once and they were ready to surrender themselves to his charm. Riddhima was different- jab main uske peeche bhaagta hoon tho wo mujh se door bhaag ti hai……lekin jab main bhaag ta hoon, tho wo mere liye betaab ho jaati hai……that gives me such a kick man!




He enjoyed her furtive glances at him, her faint smiles as he passed her in the hallway, her willingness to help whenever he was stuck at a problem, her coming up to him at one pretext or another- Armaan is patient ki file tumhare paas hai? Armaan yeh Minnie ke lab reports galti se mere paas aa gaye hain….Armaan tumne Minnie ke orders likh diye? And most of all- her ignoring Rahul and paying attention to him instead! Armaan patted his own back as he was getting more confident about Riddhima falling for him rather than Rahul- Armaan buddy lage raho….ice cream ka jadoo abhi tak barkaraar hai……



"Armaan…wanna get some coffee?" Riddhima surprised him after rounds.



"Neki…aur pooch pooch?" Armaan shut his files and got up with a smile, "coffee kya……tumhara saath hi kaafi hai kick den eke liye," he winked at her and joined her. Riddhima was a little taken aback by his flirtatious comment but did not mind. After all, isn't that what she had been craving all morning- His million dollar smile and his playful allure? He knew how to bring a smile on her face.




Rahul looked up, a bit startled as Riddhima totally ignored him and walked off with Armaan towards the elevator. Rahul shut his files and ran after the duo. He could not let Armaan win this round too! As it is, Dr Shubhankar had shown more than a justified interest in Armaan's work that morning. Even though Rahul had managed to get his due attention at rounds, he cringed every time, Armaan was given credit. Rahul considered men like Armaan real losers and not worthy of being at prestigious places like Sanjeevani.


The elevator door shut on Rahul's face as Armaan and Riddhima disappeared behind the doors.


Enjoy this beautiful VM by Munni as Armaan-Riddhima enjoyed their coffee break….


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gCveT3vzpIo


Tere Sang Ek Simple Si Coffee Bhi Kick Deti Hai
Tere Sang Ek Simple Si Coffee Bhi Kick Deti Hai
Tere Sang Ye Duniyaa Alag Hi Nazar Aati Hai
Tere Sang Zindagi Jeene Kaa, Lutf Aaye Hamein
O Sanam O Sanam O Sanam..

O
O O O O Ek Tere Sang Ek Tere Sang
Ek Tere Sang Ek Tere Sang
Tere Sang
Ek Tere Sang Ek Tere Sang
Tere Sang
Ek Tere Sang Ek Tere Sang
Tere Sang Ek Simple Si Coffee Bhi Kick Deti Hai
Tere Sang Ek Simple Si Coffee Bhi Kick Deti Hai
Tere Sang Ye Duniyaa Alag Hi Nazar Aati Hai
Tere Sang Zindagi Jeene Kaa Lutf Aaye Hamein
O Sanam O Sanam O Sanam..
Tere Sang Ek Simple Si Coffee Bhi Kick Deti Hai
Tere Sang Ye Duniyaa Alag Hi Nazar Aati Hai
Tere Sang Zindagi Jeene Kaa Lutf Aaye Hamein
O Sanam O Sanam O Sanam
Tere Sang

O O O O O O O O
Rabbaa Mujhe Tu Bataa De Bataa De
Bataa Bataa Bataa De Bataa Bataa Bataa
Rabbaa Mujhe Tu Bataa De Kaise Koi Dil Sambhaale
Aaj Bahak Jaane De Mastiyaan Churaane De
Aaj Bahak Jaane De Mastiyaan Churaane De
Paas Aane Paas Aane De
Tere Sang
Tere Sang Meri Tanhaaiyon Ko Sukoon Aataa Hai
Tere Sang Har Lamhaa Mere Kvaab Mahkaataa Hai
Zindagi Jeene Kaa Lutf Aaye Hamein
O Sanam O Sanam O Sanam Tere Sang

O O O O O O O O
Koi Bhi Tujhsaa Nahin Hai Nahin Hai
Nahin Nahin Nahin Hai Nahin Nahin Nahin
Koi Bhi Tujhsaa Nahin Hai Tu Har Hasin Se Hasin Hai
He: O Mere Sone Dilbar Aanaa Meri Taarifein Kar
He: O Mere Sone Dilbar Aanaa Meri Taarifein Kar
Lagtaa Hai Lagtaa Hai Dar
Tere Sang
Tere Sang Chaandni Bhi Zamin Pe Nazar Aati Hai
Tere Sang Meri Deevaanagi Had Se Badh Jaati Hai
Zindagi Jeene Kaa Lutf Aaye Hamein
O Sanam O Sanam O Sanam
Tere Sang Ek Simple Si Coffee Bhi Kick Deti Hai
Tere Sang Ek Simple Si Coffee Bhi Kick Deti Hai
Tere Sang Ek Simple Si Coffee Bhi Kick Deti Hai
Tere Sang Ek Simple Si Coffee Bhi Kick Deti Hai
Tere Sang



OBSTETRICS WARD:



Kripa purposely avoided Angad like the bubonic plague. She knew the moment he was near her, she might turn red or her expressions might reveal the feelings she had been experiencing since last night. Kripa had figured that Angad was very good at reading her mind and she would hate for him to know that he had aroused an unknown emotion in her last night.


"Prithvi…..aaj jum dono saari deliveries saath saath karenge…theek hai?" She asked.



"Sach Kripa? I would love that…..you are so good….so confident……main chaahta hoon…ki..ki," he paused.



"Kya chaahte ho Prithvi?'It was amazing how comfortable she felt with Prithvi. He did not threaten her peace or disturb her with his demeanor the way Angad always did. She had resolved after her restless night, that she would increase her interactions with Prithvi so she could stay focused at work.


"Yahi ki…main bhi Angad jaisa ban sakoon," he said shyly.



"ANGAD JAISE?" she was shocked.



"Yes Kripa…he is so confident…so daring…..so bold…..tabhie tho tum bhi usey pasand karti ho…haina?" Prithvi lowered his head.



"WHAT?" She was about to collapse at that outrageous thought, "don't be crazy Prithvi…..I can't stand that man!"



"Sach?" Prithvi adjusted his glasses.



"Tumhein aisa khayal aaya bhi kaise?" she turned red. Was it so obvious to everyone that even though she loved to hate Angad on the outside, somewhere deep inside her, she craved for his attention more than anyone else's?



"Wo….wo…tum hamesha uske saath hi rehti ho na….matlab us se sab se zyaada baat karti ho…..sab se zyaada ladhti bhi ho….aur kaam bhi uske saath hi karti ho…..tho mujhey laga shayad tum usey pasand karti ho," Prithvi replied softly.




Kripa squeezed Prithvi's hand and smiled at him, "you know Prithvi……Sanjeevani mein mere sirf 2 dost hain…..Riddhima aur tum……aur jahan tak Angad ka sawaal hai…..mujhey uske jaise selfish aur….aur….," she tried to find an honest adjective to describe him. After last night, she felt unjustified in labeling him with names she had used for him before.



"Meri tareef kar rahi ho?" Angad popped his head from behind.



Kripa turned red and looked up; it was him again with a devilish grin on his face once again.


"Badtameez……behayaa…..besharam…..yeh naam bhi de sakti ho mujhey," Angad chuckled, "after all last night the rain did bring out those aspects of my character in front of you….didn't it?" he asked sarcastically. Prithvi was shocked to hear Angad's statement as Kripa was red as a beetroot by now.



"Kal raat baarish mein aap log saath the?" Prithvi could not hide the disappointment in his voice.



"Kyun tumhari BEST friend ne bataaya nahin tumhein? Wasn't she just saying that you are one of the two best friends she has at Sanjeevani?" Angad smirked.



"Wo saath nahin…..peecha padhna tha Dr Angad!" Kripa retorted, "what can I do if you insisted on following me? Awaara ladke hi aisi harkat karte hain! Ek ladki ko akele dekha nahin ki…." She could barely complete her statement as Angad grabbed her wrist in anger, "tho agli baar madam…..aap jab khatre mein ho na…..tho is awaara ladke se madad ki ummeed bhi mat rakhna…samjhi!" he dropped her wrist and walked away in fury.


Kripa rubbed her wrist and winced in pain as his fingers had left an imprint on her delicate wrists.


"Kripa!" Prithvi was shocked to see the almost violent interaction between his co interns, "he tried to hurt you….kya kal raat bhi aisa kiya tha usne?" Prithvi held her wrists gently and caressed it with his thumbs.



"Leave me alone Prithvi," she jerked her wrists away and turned around to leave. She could not explain why but Prithvi's touch repulsed her just as Angad's tantalized her.



"Did he hurt you last night?" Prithvi followed her in the hallway.



"NO PRITHVI," she was frustrated, "chalo…let's go and check that lady in labor….she was almost fully dilated……let's focus on work for a change."



"Ok Kripa," Prithvi followed her like a lamb as she gowned up to handle another delivery that morning.



Angad turned around and watched them disappear into a laboring woman's room. His anger melted quickly as his gaze fell on one end of her dupatta gently dragged along the floor. How he wanted to run behind her and lift her dupatta off the floor so it would not get dirty. He recalled how he had draped her back with her wet dupatta last night. There was no denying that she had completely mesmerized him……the more he saw her, the crazier she was driving him…..he wanted her more than ever…..he wanted to hold her just like last night…..he was convinced she belonged to him……he knew Armaan was right………he knew that from now on her happiness meant more to him than his own happiness and his own ambitions……haan Armaan you are right…….I AM IN LOVE……..


Enjoy this beautiful VM from Munni once again from our current favorite from 'Race'

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2FSGF09pFpQ


Pehli nazar mein
Kaise jaado kar diya
Tera ban baita hai
Mera jiya
Jaane kya hoga
Kya hoga kya pata
Is pal ko milke
Aa jee le zara

Mein hoon yahan
Tu hai yahan
Meri bahon mein aa
Aa bhi ja
O jaan-e-jaan
Dono jahan
Meri bahon mein aa
Bhool Ja aa

O jaan-e-jaan
Dono jahan
Meri bahon mein aa
Bhool Ja aa

Baby i love u, baby i love you, baby i love you, baby i love you … so..
Baby i love u
Oh i love u
I love u
I love u so
Baby i love u

Har dua mein shamil tera pyaar hai
Bin tere lamha bhi dushwar hai
Dhadhkon ko tujhe se hi darkar hai
Tujhse hai rahtein
Tujhse hai chahtein

Har dua mein shamil tera pyaar hai
Bin tere lamha bhi dushwar hai
Dhadhkon ko tujhe se hi darkar hai
Tujhse hai rahtein
Tujhse hai chahtein

Tu jo mili ek din mujhe
Mein kahin ho gaya lapata

(O jaan-e-jaan
Dono jahan
Meri bahon mein aa
Bhool Ja aa ) ….. 2

(Kar diya Deewana dard-e-Kash ne
Chain cheena isqh ke ehsaas ne
Bekhayali di hai tere pyaas ne
Chaya suroor hai
Kuch to zaroor hai) ….. 2

Yeh dooriyan
Jeene na de
Hal mera tujhe na pata

(O jaan-e-jaan
Dono jahan
Meri bahon mein aa
Bhool Ja aa) ….. 2

Baby i love u, baby i love you, baby i love you, baby i love you … so..
Baby i love u
Oh i love u
Baby I love u
I love u… ....

…to be contd….medical camp next part…..will love finally blossom and express itself???

bheegi

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