Wish, Do & Done

Mumbai... Around 5.30 in the evening... I, Aryan Barde, was waiting at CCD with my guitar in hand; trying to play some random bits. I was waiting there for my 2 best buddies, Kavyaa Patil and Manish Maolankar. I was here since 5.00 PM, as I had nothing to do at home. Guitar was making me feel like diving into the ocean of music. I was in between the tuning of “Duba duba rehta hu... “ song when waiter disturbed me.

“Hello, Sir” Waiter said. I gave him a vague look and said nothing.

“Anything for you, sir?” Waiter asked.

“I will call you when I will require anything. Now, don’t disturb me again.” I told him.

“OK, sir” saying this, he left me.

I became busy again with my guitar tunes. Within few minutes, I saw Kavyaa coming towards CCD from the other side of the road. She was looking as beautiful and sexy as ever. Kavyaa was fair, slim and cute looking but sexy girl. Whenever I see her, all my sexual hormones gets charged and I start feeling like I rush to her, hug her tightly and kiss her widely like Emran Hashmi. But I always controlled myself because I am not dirty like him and obviously not like Dirty Picture’s heroine. 

“As always, you are late.” I said when she came near me and said “Hi” to me.

“Oh, Aryan. I am doing job. My office close time is 5.00 PM. I travel by train. So, obviously it takes time for me to reach here.” Kavyaa said.

“Ahh.. but why train? It seems too cheap that a beautiful girl like you travel by a local train. Why don’t you use your dad’s car? Or why don’t you tell your dad to purchase a car for you?” I asked angrily.

“That’s my choice, Aryan. I am not like you who earns nothing and is totally dependent on parents. My dad bought that car for his comfort. And I don’t want to claim his asset, just because I am his daughter. I am earning and I will purchase my own car when I will have such a pocket amount.” She replied gently.

“Oh.. forget the car then. By the time, you will get married and then you will say you won’t claim your husband’s asset; and if your husband will not allow you to do job then ultimately you will end up travelling by train for the lifetime.” I stopped for a moment. Kavyaa was like not noticing my words. Still I continued, “And as such, I don’t understand why can’t you tell your dad to purchase a car for you. Ultimately, you are a mistake of his bedroom activities and if he made mistake, he has to pay for the mistake obviously. Look at my dad. He is still paying for his mistake; in form of my pocket money and my other expenses. Listen my dear friend, if sex is a pleasure of love, then child is a punishment of love. So, one has to pay penalty as a punishment.”

“How cheap thinking is yours, Aryan! Child is neither a mistake or a punishment of love. Child is a gift of love, which completes your life.” She said.

“That’s the reason I haven’t proposed you till date, even though you are so beautiful. Our thinking never match.” I said.

“So kind of you. Thanks for it. And even if you have proposed me, I never told you yes. I don’t want a boyfriend who is serious about nothing; neither his career nor his family. He always believes in doing nothing, enjoying the life fully and that too spending parent’s money. I don’t like you, Aryan.” She said aggressively.

“Then, why are you friend with me?” I asked but she didn’t able to answer immediately.

Meanwhile, somebody put both his hands on our shoulders. I looked and found Manish standing there.

“Hi 3M.” I said. Manish Mangaram Maolankar was his full name. So, we used to call him 3M.

Kavyaa also said him “Hi”. Manish preferred to sit beside me. Thus, me and Manish were on one side of table and Kavyaa on the other side facing us. I don’t know why Manish never preferred to sit beside Kavyaa until he is forced for some reason; even though we three are best friends from school days.

“So, what fight was going on when I came here?” Manish asked.

“Same old issues which Kavyaa has with me. She always has a problem that I am doing nothing still enjoying the life fully. I think she feels jealous of me actually.” I said.

“Oh.. I am not jealous about you, Aryan. Actually I feel sympathy about you that what will happen to you in future.” Kavyaa said.

“Kavyaa is not wrong, Aryan. It’s time you should be serious now. Life is too short and there is no guarantee of life. We don’t know when we will close our eyes and say good bye to this beautiful world. That’s why, before we die, we should fulfill all our dreams. We should do all which our heart says. I know you, Aryan. Even though you look lazy, but you must also have some dreams.” Manish tried to explain me.

“Yes, I have a dream. Almost daily, I see a dream that I am lying on a bed; and there is long-legged black beauty Dipika on one side and a fair skin innocent looking beauty Katrina on the other side. But, I know it’s too difficult to fulfill this dream.” I said.

“Oh.. shit” saying this, Kavyaa tapped on her forehead. Manish was smiling hearing this.

I continued then, “As far as, dream of my life is concerned I want to be a musician. I know guitar. I am learning drums. I will have my own rock band. I will create albums. My name itself would be a brand name for rocking music. Also, I would love to be a music director for bollywood movies, if I would ever got a chance.”

“Hmm... That’s really good. So, if you are quite clear about your goal then why are you wasting time and don’t move ahead towards your goal?” Manish said.

“What the f*ck! Since we have gathered today, we are talking on the same topic. Please change the topic or else we disperse. You both are like torturing me constantly.” I said in little angry voice.

“OK then. Let’s disperse.” Kavyaa said.

“Oh hello. I am here since 5 PM. That waiter asked me for order thrice. At least, think of my image. What that fellow will think about me? Am I here just for killing my time? I am hungry. I won’t let you both go without having breakfast.” I said.

“OK. Let’s have a breakfast. Then, we will disperse.” 3M said. We ordered our choice of breakfast, enjoyed them and then we dispersed.

On my way to home, I was on my Harley Davidson bike. Traffic was tremendous as it was peak hours. I was almost near to my home when I found little open road. I increased speed of my bike as I always wanted to enjoy every second of my ride on Harley Davidson bike. It was time to take left turn. I didn’t decrease the speed though. Suddenly I found mini truck in front of me. I failed to push break and I lost control. I impinge badly with the mini truck. I was almost thrown in the air along with my bike. I could saw people around watching at me in the air. I was almost 30 feet above the ground level. My eyes went closed, then I remembered nothing.

When I opened my eyes, I shocked to see totally different world around me. I saw no walls, roads, nothing like human made elements around me. Instead I saw clouds touching me. I was lying flat on one of the clouds. I stood up to see world around me. I shouted, “Hello... Can anyone listen to me?” I could hear reflection of my voice instead of some other person’s voice. I started taking steps to walk around. I was enjoying walking on the clouds. Then, I found a huge gap between two clouds. I was confused what to do. I was not sure whether I could jump that longer distance. Still I managed to get courage, closed my eyes and jumped; and I was shocked to find I was flying in the air. I didn’t need to place my foot on the clouds to transport. I kept on flying in the sky as I was enjoying a lot. Suddenly a strange looking flying bird caught me from shoulders with its legs and drew me somewhere. I was not knowing what was happening and even where I was. The bird dropped me somewhere where two giant men with horns and in black outfit having swords in their hand were standing near a golden gate. I looked at those men. Their look was also strange.

“Where am I?” I asked to them.

“What do you think?” They asked me.

“I can’t think. I don’t understand what’s happening. I am feeling quite awkward. Please get me out of here. I want to go home.” I said.

Hearing this, they started laughing so hard. After few seconds, they told me, “Each fresh soul talks same way.”

“Soul?” I asked with surprise.

“Yes. You are soul now. You are in heaven.” One of them told me.

“That means, am I dead?” I asked.

“Yes sure. Because no living person can ever visit here.” Saying this, they again started laughing.

“Oh, please shut up.” I shouted. They stopped laughing. I continued, “What has happened with me? I was not at the age to die. I had a dream which I was yet to achieve. I didn’t marry. Forget marriage, I didn’t ever had a sex or even lip kiss to a girl; do you know? This is not fair.”

“That’s your fault. We can’t do anything now. You are late. And if you have any problem, don’t argue with us. Talk to our boss. We are just security guards here.” One of them said.

“Who is your boss?” I asked.

“He is waiting for you inside. Please go inside.” One of them replied.

I stepped into golden gate. Inside gate, there was some decorative infrastructure and a beautiful flowery blossoms spreaded from some invisible source. As I walked little, I saw a white round table and chair. A man with long hair and Singham type mustache was sitting on the chair. He wore black overcoat and black pant. He had black hat on his head as well. With black sunglasses covered his eyes, he was working on silver colored Apple MacBook (Laptop). I surprised to see laptop in the heaven. I looked at his feet. He wore black shoes. In short, he was completely in modern look. I took slow steps towards him. As soon as I reached near him, he said having his full attention towards laptop screen and not at me, “Welcome Mr. Aryan. I hope you haven’t had any difficulty to reach me.”

“No..” I said. He smiled at me and then immediately became busy with his laptop. I was wondering if he was watching Sunny Leone’s movie as he was not distracting his attention from the laptop.

“I am not watching Sunny Leone’s movie, my friend. Her movies are banned here.” He said. He looked at me and continued, “I am analysing your all deeds in your last life. Allow me for fews minutes. Till then, you can sit on the sofa.”

I saw a sofa set in front of his table. I sat there. Within few minutes, he called me. I went near to him again.

“So Mr. Aryan, …” He told me but I interrupted him and asked him, “What’s going on with me? I mean, was that my age to die? I had a dream..” Now he interrupted me and said, “You had a dream. You didn’t marry. You never had a sex. Even you never kissed any girl. I know all things which you argued outside. But again I say the same thing that it was your fault.”

“You all are like government employees. There may be any issue, you always blame others. In either case, you won’t be responsible.” I said.

“I know, government employees of India are most lazy people on the earth. But, I found you are lazier than them.” He said.

“Hey, how dare you to talk me like this. Who are you?” I asked in little anger.

“Well, let me introduce myself. I am Mrityudev. I will analyze your deeds and then I will decide where will you be placed whether in heaven or hell. So ultimately, today is your Judgement Day.” He said.

I calmed down. Because if I would make him angry, he would send me directly to hell. I asked him calmly, “Sir, I heard that this is decided by Yamraj. I never heard your name.”

He replied, “Oh. Actually, I recently been appointed here. Previously, I was assistant with Indradev. But, as Yamraj was overloaded; Mahadev (Lord Shiva) appointed me as Yamraj’s assistant. Then after, work has been distributed between me and Yamraj.”

“So, what Yamraj is doing and what you are doing?” I asked.

“Yamraj is handling case of all VIPs and VVIPs on earth like Steve Jobs, Michel Jackson, Jagjit Singh, Dev Anand, Rajesh Khanna, Neil Armstrong etc. All other cases, I handle.” He replied.

“Oh... I see. I thought VIP discrimination is only prevailed on the earth. But, over here, I find kind of discrimination.” I said.

“This is not discrimination, my dear. This is just a distribution of work. Yamraj is quite experienced and these VIPs come here with the long list of good & wrong deeds; so ultimately with complicated case. Thus, their cases remain undecided quite longer; which usually happens in courts of India. You must know as you are from India. We are waiting for Ajmal Kasab since long but we are still waiting. Thanks to Judicial System in India. And yes, that is only the reason behind the kind of distribution of work.” He said. I thought not to argue much with him as he may throw me to hell.

“So, what should I do next? Would I to do anything or remain idle?” I asked.

“You remained idle during your entire life. I really find difficult to decide about you to be placed in heaven or hell.” He said. I remained speechless. Even I thought nothing because Mrityudev was also able to read my thoughts.

He then continued, “As such, all souls come here are allocated some or the other works based upon what they did in their previous life; before sending them back to earth for rebirth. For an example, you can see this Apple MacBook which is here because of Steve Jobs. Can you see my cloths? This is of Vimal Suitings; and obviously because of Dhirubhai Ambani. So, first I need to decide where will you be placed. Then, what will you do here. And after that, I will tell you where & when will you get rebirth and as a what. But for now, I am even stuck on the point that what work will you do here; as such you did nothing in your previous life.”

“In short, you are totally confused. Right?” I asked.

“Yes.” He replied.

“Then why have you retained me here? Send me back.” I said.

“That’s not possible. You are dead. Your previous life’s dead-body has already cremated by your dad.” He said.

“Oh Shit. Can’t they wait for some time?” I said in anger.

“Please don’t utter shit word again here.” He said.

“Why? I would speak shit, shit, shit ….” I was speaking and suddenly I saw fire balls flying all around us and I felt some stink as well.

“What is this?” I asked.

“That’s why I told you not to utter word shit.” He said.

“But why? What are these fire balls?” I asked again.

“Actually, it’s a long story. When Yamraj talked to Mahadev about he being busy and requested for distribution of work, he tried to put all rational-irrational points in his favor to convince Mahadev. Due to excitement, he even told Mahadev that he remain so busy that he doesn't have a time to shit. Hearing this, Mahadev given boon to Yamraj that all his part of shit will be exhausted by his Bull which is his vehicle. When his Bull heard this, it’s blood pressure went high and it fell on the ground. Since then, it hates word shit and also fears from the word shit. So, whenever anybody use words like shit, bullshit etc., it starts shitting just because of fear. Now, these fire balls which you can see are nothing but bull’s shit. When shit is exhausted, it catches fire due to speed of exhaust and contact with outside atmosphere. As soon as, shit travels towards earth; it gets harder, gets cooled and fall on earth. And you people of earth consider it as meteor and do so much research on it.” He told.

Hearing this, I shocked and said to him, “Oh shit! I touched those meteors many a times when I studied science. Do you have soap? I need to wash my hands.”

“Please don’t speak shit. Stop it. And we don’t have soaps. Instead, we have Gangaajal- Sab Pavitra Kar Denge..” He said.

“Oh! It’s a great movie. I liked it.” I said.

“Yes. I liked too. Actually, I am big fan of Ajay Devgn.” He said.

“Hmmm.. I can realize this from your moustache, Singham style!!” I said.

Hearing this, he became little shy. He stroke his left fingers on his left side of forehead and spoke, “Aata Maaji Satkali...”. We both laughed together. Then he said, “I am hungry. Let’s have cappuccino and some snacks.”

We were on the way to Cafeteria named “Rajbhog”. On the way, we saw 3 beautiful girls in a silver gown with wings on back side. They were quite far and walking towards us. I got an idea that they were angels. Still I asked Mrityudev, “Who are these pretty girls?”

“They are angels, which we usually call Apsaras. From left to right - there is Menka, Gopika and Sarika. These 3 are most famous Apsaras here.” He replied. I couldn’t control myself and I wanted to see their body parts inside the full covering clothes. So I asked, “Do they cover their body like this all the time?”

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“I mean, are they always wear same kind of cloth or something else as well?” I asked. He smiled and replied, “I have a power to change their clothes anytime and that also without touching them.”

“Can you remove their clothes without touching them?” I asked.

“Aryan, remember you are not on earth. Such things are not allowed here.” He replied in little anger.

“Oh... Sorry. My mistake. But can you please change their clothes?” I requested.

Mrityudev closed his eyes, chanted something and opened his eyes to look at those angels. Suddenly, they 3 were in traditional dance clothes. As soon as I saw them, my mouth remained opened. I could see their stomach and navel when they were in front of me. When they came near to us, they bowed to say Pranam to Mrityudev. And when they crossed us, I could see their waist. All those parts were so sexy. “Wow” words have came out of my mouth. “I can bet that these parts are quite sexier than what were of Katrina in Sheila ki Jawani song.” I murmured.

Mrityudev pushed my chin to close my mouth and said, “I know you haven’t seen kind of beauty on the earth. But stay away from them. Otherwise, you will be directly sent to hell despite of your many good deeds.” I again controlled myself which was really difficult especially after seeing those 3 beauties.  

We again started walking towards Rajbhog. We reached there and occupied a table. We ordered Garlic breads, sandwiches and Cappuccino. Mrityudev started interviewing me while we were enjoying the food. He asked me a question but without noticing a question, I straightaway started my conversation saying, “Frankly speaking, I don’t like to be here. I am feeling quite awkward here. I was too early to die. My age was only 25. I had a dream. I wanted to be a musician, to create my own brand name. Also, I didn’t marry even. I wanted to marry Kavyaa.”

“Infants die also. You are not the first one die at young age. Many people die at young age or even at child age but nobody complains like you. It was your fault. Why didn’t you do anything till age of 25? Why didn’t you marry Kavyaa?”  He said in little excitement and I was speechless. He then continued, “See my friend, we have a point system here. Based upon all your previous life’s deeds, the system calculates your points. Based upon that points, we have to decide whether to place you in heaven or hell. Then, we will make you work here based upon your previous life’s expertise. And then, you will be sent back to earth for rebirth. You can see the staff here in this cafeteria. These all are souls who were waiters or hotel managers in their previous life. Now, why I was confused with your profile because you hadn’t had such a wrong deeds like you never raped, you never thieved, you never thought bad for anyone, you didn’t had any enemy, you never attempted violence etc. which leads you to hell. But on the other end, you hadn’t had any such good deeds which leads you to heaven. Ultimately, your profile results neutral point.”

“At the age of 25, what can you expect?” I asked.  

“I have seen many profiles who committed many sins even at the age less than 25. Normally, almost in all cases; they indulge into love and sex affairs with more than one partner. This is shameful. This is also a sin. First time, I saw a profile who loved somebody, hurt somebody but didn’t do anything wrong with her. You hurt her but that’s also for good reason.” He said.

“Are you talking about Kavyaa? How did I hurt her? I admit that my language was too bad but she never took my words seriously then how she got hurt?” I asked in surprise.

“Because she loved you but you never proposed her. She thought of her life to be with you, but she lost you. She always used to cry from heart thinking why don’t you propose her or think about her but on the day of your death, she cried uncontrolled.” He replied in sad voice.

Hearing this, my eyes also got wet. Tears started rolling on my cheeks.

“I didn’t deserve her. I didn’t want to spoil her life. She was career oriented, independent girl and I was just a useless lazy fellow. I didn’t want she be with me but I always wanted she be with a guy quite better than me in terms of everything. That was the only reason why I didn’t proposed her intentionally even though I loved her so much.” I said.

“I know everything. Here, usually I see profiles who do nothing just because they don’t have any goal or dream. But, your profile is different. You had a goal, you had a dream but still you didn’t do anything. Why?” He asked me.

“As you may aware, I borned with a silver spoon. Everything was available to me on my gesture or signal. But as I grew up and started going to school, I realized nobody helps there. I myself to study and take exams. I didn’t able to manage that. I couldn’t study well. I failed in exams many a times. I joined college but I couldn’t complete graduation. Then, I thought to help my dad with his business. But I failed there too. I tried to find any good job but there also I failed. Music was my passion and hobby since my childhood. So, at last I tried my luck with music. I learnt guitar. I became very good guitarist but before I could do anything to make my career, I am here.” I said.

“As such your profile shows, you were idle since last 1 year. You had learnt guitar fully almost a year before you died. Then, why were you so idle in between?” He asked me.

“I don’t know but there was a kind of fear inside me which was resisting me to move ahead. Probably, I had a fear about the result. Because when I was immature, my life was like I wish and its done. I didn’t need to do anything. But, as soon as I grew up, I found my life was like I wish, I do and never done. I always stuck while doing. I found my life was never so simple like I wish, I do and its done.” I replied.

“Hmmm... Have you ever referred to Geeta?” He asked.

“Who Geeta? Are you talking about Geeta Basra? If yes, then sorry. I am not interested in her. And as such, she might have already been referred fully by Harbhajan Singh till now.” I said.

“Ohh shit. I am not talking about Basra. Let her be with Harbhajan only. I am talking about Bhagwat Geeta.” He said. Suddenly, we saw fire balls around us as Mrityudev uttered word ‘Shit’.

“Oh.. these fire balls have became headache for us.” Mrityudev said looking all around.

“Leave those fire balls, sir.” I said.

“OK.. You continue.” He said.

“Sorry to say I never referred Geeta.” I said.

“Hmm.. what Geeta says, don’t think about result. You should act without thinking about result. You should leave the result upon God while doing. Your task is just to perform, not thinking about result. Again, it’s a different story if you perform accordingly keeping in mind the result or goal; so ultimately you can achieve your desired result. But, waiting for the result to come without performing is not the way you live your life.” He tried to explain me.

“Can I request you something?” I asked.

“Yes please.” He replied

“Please send me back to earth as Aryan only. I want to live further. There is so much pending for me on earth.” I said.

“That’s not possible.” He replied soon.

“Then, give me at least rebirth. I don’t want to stay here. I will find Kavyaa anyhow. At least, I want to tell her that I loved her so much.” I said.

“It’s not necessary that you will get rebirth as a human only. You can be anything like dog, donkey..” He replied.

“Can you at least tell me what I will be in my next birth?” I asked.

“That I can’t disclose right now.” He replied.

“Please favor me something at least. For everything, you keep on saying NO. See, I will help you to set with any of those 3 Apsaras. I hope you would love to spend secret time with her. I can help you to convince her. But, please favor me.” I tried to bribe.

“You all Indians are very good at bribing. Paper money is not available here still you found the way to bribe me. And see the courage, the boy who never convinced a girl which really loved him will help me to convince an Apsara which never think about me that way.” He said after laughing.

“I wanted to tell that also. What was Kavyaa’s fault and why should her love story be incomplete? She loved me. Now, she lost me. So she is alone, she may be crying a lot for me and I can’t see her tears. Please send me back at least for her. She is truly innocent.” I tried to convince him again.

We almost finished our snacks. Mrityudev told me, “Let’s go now.” He stood up. I was still seated. I requested, “Please, sir”. He sat back again.

“OK. Let me check what can be possible.” Saying this, he closed his eyes and chanted something. Within a minute, he opened his eyes and said, “I will take you to Yamraj soon and present your case to him. But, he only will take a final decision. I will try my best that I can assure you.”

“Thank you, sir” Saying this, I bowed to his feets.

“It’s OK. I am leaving now. Some more souls are waiting for me there. Wait here till I will call you to meet Yamraj.” Saying this, he disappeared. As soon as he disappeared, another man appeared in front me.

“Hi. I am Sarangdev, helping clerk of Mrityudev. Mrityudev has sent me to accompany you till he calls you.” He told me.

“Oh.. How will you accompany me then?” I asked.

“Whatever you are comfortable with. But, just remember I am not a gay. So, don’t think of me that way.” He replied.

“I am also not a gay. So, rest assure. But why are you thinking about me as a gay?” I asked.

“Past experience. Souls, who used to be homosexual in their past life, continue with their sexual orientation here as well. So, we always clarify this to any new young soul like you.” He said.

“OK. But I am not such a case. So, Can we have a round? I want to see heaven & hell.” I said.

“Sure. Let’s move.” He said.

We started walking. Sarangdev showed me heaven, hell, other departments, beautiful places etc. I saw fully air-conditioned decorative infrastructure in heaven. Also, beautiful Asparas were there in heaven as a servant. And in hell, there was an infrastructure like under-construction building, fire all over and monsters as a servant. As we walked further, I saw a giant beautiful golden door.

“What is this?” I asked Sarangdev.

“This is VIP room. Nobody enters here without permission.” He replied.

“But I want to go. I want to see inside.” I said.

“Sorry. Not possible.” He said.

“See, I will help you to set with.....” I wanted to bribe Sarangdev exactly like what I tried with Mrityudev but I didn’t able to remind name of any of those 3 Apsaras. So, I stucked.

“With?” He asked.

“With Sarika.” Hardly I managed to remind name “Sarika”. So, I uttered that. He came close to me and spoke in my ears at very low volume, “Sure? Promise?”

“Promise.” I said.

“Well, I know a secret window to see through inside. But, you need to keep your promise. Otherwise I won’t let you go back to earth.” He said.

“Yes. I will keep my promise.” I said.

“OK then. Follow me.” He said.

He took me to some unknown place. The place was too congested to accommodate us both at the same time. Still, we managed to adjust. There was a hole from where I could see what’s going on inside. There was a dance competition between Michael Jackson and Silk Smitha. Both have their own style of dancing, but audience was enjoying the show on the name of competition. I saw Steve Jobs, Rajesh Khanna, Dara Singh, Vilasrao Deshmukh etc. VIPs as an audience. It was like a conference room where I saw a handsome man with a beautiful lady sitting on a leader’s chairs. I asked Sarangdev, “Who are those?”

“That man in white t-shirt and black jeans is Indradev. And beside him, the lady in pink t-shirt and blue jeans is Sachi, Indradev’s wife.” Sarangdev replied.

Soon after dance competition got over, Jagjit Singh started singing Ghazals. I was also enjoying the show. Suddenly, Sarangdev pet me on my back. I looked at him.

“Mrityudev is calling you to meet Yamraj. His message is there.” He said.

“How did you got his message?” I asked.

“SMS on my Apple I-Phone 5.” Saying this he show me his I-Phone.

“Oh.. I see.” I said.

Sarangdev took me to Yamraj’s office. Mrityudev was waiting there. “Be fast. Yamraj is about to leave soon. Before that, we need to finish our work.” Mrityudev said in little anger. Me and Mrityudev entered into Yamraj’s office. Yamraj was busy with Laptop. Again, I saw Apple products on his table. He was telling something to a man beside him and accordingly that man was working on Laptop. I thought that man must be Chitragupt. Yamdraj was in Black suit, white shirt and red tie. To my surprise, he had white french cut beard and black hair. I thought he must be a fan of Amitabh Bachchan.

“Yes, my friend. I am big fan of Big B. By the way, how do you feel here? What do you think where I will place you?” Yamraj looked at me and asked me straightway. I was speechless.

“Sir, I want to talk to you personally regarding this case.” Mrityudev told to Yamraj. “Tathastu..” as soon as Yamraj said this; Yamraj, Chitragupt and Mrityudev got covered inside giant Gray semi-transparent glass ball. I remained outside the ball. As the ball was semi-transparent, I couldn’t see clearly inside the ball and couldn’t hear what was being talked inside. I was waiting outside. Within few minutes, all of a sudden; the ball disappeared and Yamraj called me. I didn’t know what Mrityudev had discussed with Yamraj. “See my child. I am considering this as a special case. As you are good person and looking at your clear profile, I can consider you to be sent back on earth.” Yamraj told me. Hearing this, I was too happy. 
“Really?” I asked.

“Yes. But, I can’t send you back as Aryan because your body is no more available. So, for that you need to have a new body, new face and probably new name. But, don’t worry. You would slowly remember everything of your past life as Aryan. You would start acting as Aryan once you will grow up.” Yamraj said.

“My aunty was pregnant when I died.” I said.

“That’s great. Then, you will be born from your aunty’s womb. Tathastu..!!” He said.

“Thank you, Yamraj. I am very much thankful to you. But, how would you send me to earth?” I asked.

“My Yamduts will kick your bum and throw you to the earth. haa.. haa.. haa..” Yamraj started laughing hard saying this. I threatened.

“No, please don’t do this. Otherwise I would be back here again.” I said and started taking reverse steps.   

“Nothing will happen, my son. You don’t have body. Guys, catch him before he run.” He said.

All his Yamduts ran towards me and I started running to escape. I was ahead and Yamduts behind me. But, the race didn’t last much long and finally, they caught me. Yamraj came near to me. My bum was on his side. “I will do this noble task.” Saying this, he kicked my bum so hard twice and then on third kick, Yamduts relieved my hands. So, I was thrown towards earth. The journey from Clouds to Earth was full of fear and excitement. The experience was like para-jumping without parachute. I fell on the ground at a full speed and I got my back injured badly.

“Oouuchh.... Please help. Somebody help..” I started shouting but my eyes were still closed. Suddenly I heard a beautiful and a known voice, “What happened? Why are you shouting?”

I became quite. Slowly, I opened up my eyes to see who spoke those words. As soon as I opened my eyes, I found Kavyaa in front of me. My chest became blouse; I mean, my chest size increased due to happiness seeing Kavyaa. “Kavyaa..” I said so happily. “Aryan..” Kavyaa also started smiling and said taking my palms into hers.

“I am really happy, Aryan. You woke up today after 4 days of unconsciousness.” Kavyaa said. I was shocked to hear this. I looked around to see where I was. I found that I was lying on hospital bed. Kavyaa was only there in my room. I saw Glucose bottle attached to my veins. My right leg was covered with plaster and hanged. I also found a urinal bag tied with rod of my cot. I got idea that a catheter has been attached for urine exhaustion.

“What happened to me? How can I here?” I asked.

“You met with an accident. In which, you got fracture in right leg. Also, your head impinge badly with the ground. Due to which, you went unconscious. Doctor told us to wait till you wake up. You had a chance to went into comma but nothing like that happened. God saved you.” She replied.

“Didn’t I die?” I asked surprisingly.

“No. Why do you think so?” She asked.

“Then, what was that? It was just a dream.” I thought. I was about to speak about what I saw in my dream to Kavyaa; but then I saw my parents, my uncle, pregnant aunty came to visit me; so I couldn’t tell anything to Kavyaa. Everyone was happy to see me conscious.

“I will organize a grand party, my son.” My dad announced. Everybody cheered the announcement. Soon, all have left one by one except Kavyaa. Me and Kavyaa were alone in the room.

“Can I ask you something?” I said Kavyaa.

“Yes sure.” Kavyaa placed tuft of hair around ears and replied.  

“When we met last time, I asked you something but you didn’t reply. I am asking same question again.” I said.

“What?” Kavyaa asked.

“You said you don’t like me. Then why are you friend with me?” I reminded question.

“Oh I see. You are good person, Aryan. Though your language is rough, but you are clear by heart. You may have bad eyes, but you are not bad by character. And that’s why I am friend with you. I said I don’t like you because I was angry that time. But, reality is that I like you.” Kavyaa replied.

“Do you remember what I see in my dream every night? I also told this at that time.” I said.

“Deepika on one side and Katrina on other side, right?” Saying this, she started laughing.

“It’s not Deepika or Katrina I see in my dreams. Actually, it’s you whom I think about every night. But frankly saying, I do not think about sex. I just think about you being with me forever.” I said.

Kavyaa’s face turned shy. She turned her face off towards other side so that I couldn’t see her face. I requested Kavyaa to turn her face towards me. She didn’t turn immediately but few seconds later, she looked at me.

“I love you, Kavyaa. I want to spend my life with you. Will you marry me?” I asked. She was speechless. She was just smiling and looking at me. “Sorry, I can’t give you red rose or any gift right now. Or even I can’t sit on my knees. But please accept this my dry proposal. As I don’t want to be late for proposing you. I can’t wait for being recovered because I don’t want to lose you.” I continued.

“I love you, Aryan. But...” Kavyaa hold my palm with hers and said.

“But, what?” I asked surprisingly.

“I will only marry you once you will set with your career. Once you will start earning money.” She said.

“Then, keep my promise that I will only marry you once I will have fame. Happy?” I asked.

“Soooooo happy..” Kavyaa said and gave me a hug. This was our first hug. Even though we were good friends since long, but we never crossed our limit. On the first hug itself, we started becoming romantic. Our eyes met. Slowly, we were about to meet our lips as well but all of a sudden we heard somebody coughing. We separated immediately and looked at the door. We saw Manish standing there.

“Sorry to disturb you both. But, I had to as the door was open and you both were not in proper situation.” Manish said smiling. Me and Kavyaa looked at each other.

“Well Aryan, this was the reason why I never preferred to sit beside Kavyaa. I always saw you both fighting like anything but I was knowing you both have a soft corner about each other.” Manish said.

“3M, finally I realized how much I love Kavyaa. You can tell it was God’s intuition.” I said.

“Anyways Aryan, get well soon. I have scheduled interview for you.” Manish said.

“Where?” I asked.

“At Fox Studio, as a guitarist.” He replied.

“Oh.. That’s a big name for the rock band. Their rock band ‘FockRock Boyz’ is too famous.” I said.

“Yes. They require a guitarist. I got to know this through my friend. So, I referred your name but also told him about your situation. He talked at Fox Studio. They are ready to take your interview when you will be recovered, if they won’t appoint anyone till then.” He said.

“I don’t want to miss this.” I said.

“That’s why I told you to get well soon.” He said.

I managed to recover as fast as possible with the help of full bed rest and care because I didn’t want to miss chance to enter Fox Studio. One day, I fixed an appointment at Fox Studio even though my leg was not fully recovered yet. Fortunately, none was appointed as guitarist till then. So, I got a chance. I reached there. Firstly, they took my audition. I tried to perform my best. It seemed they were satisfied with my performance. Then, they asked me to wait. After around an hour, I got an interview call. I entered into cabin. I saw a man in long hair, mustache and beard sitting near round table. I don’t know why but it seemed I had seen him somewhere; but I didn’t remember. He told me to sit on the chair. He started my interview and asked me few questions related to music and musical instruments.

“I am impressed with your answers. Well, let me introduce myself. I am Mrityunjay Debnath, Owner of Fox Studio and Head of FockRock Boyz. Most people face difficulty speaking my name, so they usually call me Mrityudev. So, you can also call me Mrityudev.” He said.

As soon as Mrityudev name stroke in my ears, I realized that this Mrityudev looks exactly like Mrityudev whom I met in my dream. “How is this possible?” I thought.

“My nature truly complies with my name Mrityudev. I believe in performance. If you won’t perform, I won’t think before firing you. As such, I am big fan of Geeta. Do you know what Geeta says?” He continued.

“Who Geeta? Are you talking about Geeta Basra? Sorry, I am not interested in her. So, I don’t know what she says.” I asked.

“Oh.. I am not talking about Geeta Basra, you non-sense. Let her be with Harbhajan Singh only. I am talking about Bhagwat Geeta. Geeta says, you just perform and leave the result upon God. Fulfill your dreams and don’t restrict yourself thinking about result. Because at the end of life, when you will count your last breaths; you will realize that you wanted to do something in your life but you couldn’t or you didn’t. But then, you won’t have life to do. I don’t want this to happen with me. I want to die thinking whatever I wished, I did and it was done.” He said. I found he was talking exactly like Mrityudev in heaven.

“I understand, sir. I have already been taught a lesson on thoughts mentioned in Geeta.” I said. Suddenly, a man entered the cabin having papers in his hand. He presented papers to Mrityudev. Mrityudev signed on it and told me, “Meet him. He is my brother and Magic drummer Sarang Debnath. People call him Sarangdev.” I exchanged “Hello” with Sarangdev. “What the f*ck! Almost everything here is matching with what I saw in my dream” I thought.

“Well, let’s back to main discussion. We have a live performance scheduled at a Page 3 party next week. Many film stars, businesspeople and politicians will be there at the party. How will you performance in that party, I will decide upon your salary.” He said.

“It’s OK, sir. Salary is not concern for me.” I said.

“That’s good. So, when will you be able to join us?” He asked.

“From today itself.” I replied without taking more time to think.

“OK. Then, let’s start our practice. Follow me.” He said.

We went to Studio. Mrityudev introduced me to all his members. We began practice. In the lunch time, others left the studio with their lunch boxes or to eat out. But, I remained in the studio itself to continue my practice with guitar. I saw Sarangdev also didn’t left the studio. I noticed him busy with his mobile but with sad face. He looked nervous. He kept on watching mobile screen as soon as it buzzed but then he used to place his mobile back on table with disappointment. I thought, there must be some problem. I went near to him. I asked if any problem. Firstly, he didn’t reply anything. Still, I tried to assure helping hand from my side; so then he told me what was problem with him, “She was working here and handling Account & Admin here. I liked her since the day I saw her. One day, I proposed her. But, she denied. Then, I tried to convince her but I failed. She left the job due to my frequent attempts to talk with her. Do you believe, she mentioned this as a reason in her resignation letter? I love her. At least, I want to know what is the problem with her, why does she keep on denying my proposal. But, she does not clarify anything.”

“What’s her name?” I asked.

“Sarika. Can you please help me as to what should I do?” He said. Again, I shocked to hear girl’s name. But, I controlled myself.

“OK. I will try. Don’t worry.” I said.

“Promise? You will to keep your words.” He said.

“Sure.” I said.

In the evening, I met Kavyaa. Till now, I hadn’t told anything to Kavyaa about my dream of Mrityudev. That day when I met Kavyaa; I told her about my dream and it’s coincidence with real life. I then said, “I don’t believe in words like intuition or anything like miracles. But, what was happening with me, I don’t know what is that.”

“You can consider it as God’s Intuition. Consider that, God has given a warning to you. God wanted to tell you that what if you die like this. You don’t think much about it and move ahead.” Kavyaa inspired me saying this.

Next week, we had a live performance. We saw Farhan Akhtar and Arjun Rampal in the party, so we started with “Sindbaad- The Sailor” song from the movie “Rock On”. We really rocked the stage. We ended our live show with the song “... which makes my India Rocks... Rock, Rock, India Rocks..”.  This song was solely my creation, right from music to lyrics and everything. I shared this with “FockRock Boyz” because I wanted my creation to be performed live. The lyrics of the song depicts that even though India has many problems like poverty, population, illiteracy, corruption etc.; still there are something about my country India which makes India shine. Audience cheered our show like anything. Mrityudev was also so happy due to success of show. Many have appreciated my guitar tunes and that was my first step on the ladder of success. I spent almost one year at Fox Studios. Meanwhile, I helped Sarangdev to set with Sarika. I kept my words given to Sarangdev in heaven by setting Sarangdev on earth with Sarika. Then, I started my own Rock Band named “Indya Roxz”; the name inspired from my first creation performed live with “FockRock Boyz”.

Me and Kavyaa had already convinced our parents for our marriage without not much hassle, soon after when we decided to marry. But, we held the post as I given promise to Kavyaa. It took almost two and a half years to earn my own fame. Meanwhile, Kavyaa also managed to purchase car out of her own earnings. After that, we married. I changed myself from a lazy and easy-going guy to a hardworking and goal-oriented one. The only thing I couldn’t change about me is my language. Previously I always used to stuck in between wish, do and done. But now I wish, I do and if it’s not done; I don’t leave. I redo and makes it done but don’t leave which I wished. 

[Disclaimer : All the characters, events and incidents mentioned are truly a work of fiction and for humoristic purpose only. The intention here is not to hurt any religious, political or national sentiments. Any resemblance to person(s) /subject(s) is done with humorous intent, and not to defame, hurt or tarnish the image of the person(s) / subject(s).]