Accidental Whistle

........................he was among the very few that still had the sincerity about the subjects taught in the college. Always sitting on the first bench and reacting to most of the questions that the professors asked Deepak would was one of the there favorites. If it was doing a presentation Deepak would be sent for. When it came to doing any research on a subject the professors would give the task to Deepak. Besides that Deepak would complete all the weekly assignments, practicals in time. To top all this seldom he got marks that were not satisfactory. Standing in the top 3 in every exam till now Deepak had created his new league which was away from most of his other class mates.

Final year, final exam and everyone knew that Deepak would be the guy who will be the toper. His friends would always find him studying in the library. But Deepak again had no ego or superiority complex, he was proud of his academics but would never show off. He would often help his friends to solve their doubts during examination times and also help them to complete there assignments.

It was the first day of the December month, and after this week the class would have get their study leave for the upcoming exams. Professor Patil was about to complete his last chapter in the book and then start with revisions for the exams. Deepak with his friend was sitting on the first bench. He was having a blue pen with a matching cap. He would quickly note down whatever the professor put on the board. It was the first lecture of the day and most of the others who did manage to attend the lecture were sleepy. Some who were awake tried to whisper amongst themselves. Some of them sitting near the window looked at the outside view. They could see the college entrance gate and observe various people getting in. Deepak however had his eyes fixed on the board.

Pooja knocked on the class door. Wearing a red color dress that fit into her skin to reveal a perfect shape of her beautiful body. A tight blue color jeans that made her look very attractive and sensual by every sense. She asked for permission from the professor to enter the class. Patil would usually not allow students to get into the class after the lecture has commenced. But this time he made an exception and allowed Pooja to enter.

Pooja walked towards an empty bench to fill it, and just as she was about to sit, there was a whistle heard. Patil facing towards the board was wrting something when he quickly turned. His eyes were wide open and he screamed “Who the hell.........do you guys have any brains...........is there some bar dance that is going on here.................you are in a class......who did it, who the hell did it, you tell me or I pick the person............” The professor inquired a boy who was sitting on the second bench “Did you hear a whistle?” the boy agreed and sat back quickly. Deepak stood then. “It was me professor and it was a mistake, I was blowing air into the cap of the pen and that resulted in this whistle.................................”

Pooja looked in disbelief towards Deepak, so did the professor, the professor moved closed now, and then close enough that he could hear Deepak breathe. “Deepak you are a very intelligent person....I am shocked you could do this.........but something makes me trust you, perhaps your academics, hence understand this and promise this will not be repeated” By then Deepak had his eyes already filled with water. Patil put one hand on his shoulder and Deepak sat down. The whole lecture Deepak looked very sad, the professor left after giving an assignment for the week.

Pooja approached Deepak, other students gathered close. “Deepak, you did made me very angry at first, but then I think it was just a genuine mistake, knowing you, and in fact I feel bad that because of me someways you got the scolding, hadn't I entered the class and..................” Pooja went back to her place since the next professor had made his entry to the class. During the lunch break, every one met Deepak, some made fun of the whole episode and some were sorry for him.

Deepak stood in the corridors with his friend as Pooja again came towards him. “Deepak can we go for a cup of tea after college today...........” Deepak had no words and just nodded. Pooja moved away, just then a girl from second year moved out of her class into the corridors. Deepak looked at the upright, fair and tempting figure, as the girl passed him with all the air in his lungs he blew a leathal whistle, the girl looked back and Deepak murmered “WOW BABY................”