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Juana as she buttoned up her shirt, did another seductive move, and blew a kiss at Sanjana, who rolled her eyes.
    It was Juana who had choreographed the entire song. Sanjana and Suvi helped with the costumes. The dancers wore smart soldier costumes complete with all details including the caps worn by the U.S Army Corps. The song they had chosen was a old popular wartime song. The underplayed sensuality, the uniforms, the props, the well chosen piece of music and the superbly coordinated dance movements made the whole scene look like it was right out of a movie. The girls never missed a beat. They were dancing like professionals! For all her fooling around, Juana really knew her stuff and had done a great job in coaching the girls. “Surely we'll win western dance.” I told Sanjana as I watched them, mesmerised by their performance.
    “Yeah, we will. Eyes of Mahaveer guys will pop out,” sniggered Priya knowingly.
    Mahaveer College was a co-ed college. It was an inside joke at Agnes that even the best looking girl at Mahaveers, could not match up to an average looking girl at Agnes. And funnily it was true. At cultural events like these, the guys from Mahaveers would be trying to impress the Agnes girls desperately, and strangely there would always be very few girls in any of their own teams. There would be a lot of other management institutes too taking part and they would travel from all over India to stay in Cochin for three to four days, the duration of the festival. Here too men far out- numbered the women.
    It was at Symphony that year that Sanjana introduced me to Abhishek, Dhiren and Christy. She already knew them from previous years and had met them many times. Abhishek was the general secretary and Dhiren was the chairman of Mahaveer College students union.
    “Meet Ankita, our new Arts Club Secretary,” said Sanjana as she introduced us. “ Ankita, watch out Christy is a great quizzer, Dhiren and Abhishek are very good at public speaking.”
    “And I play the guitar too,” smiled Abhishek.
    “Hi,” I smiled as my brain registered all the information. Dhiren was tall and thin, clean shaven and dressed in a formal shirt and trousers. Abhishek was much shorter. He was stout, had a roundish face that sported slight stubble, wore glasses and looked friendly and jovial. Christy was very fair, muscular, and slightly taller than Abhishek.
    “So what do you do, apart from being so pretty?” asked Abhishek as he shook my hand.
    “Excuse me!” I answered. “I expected a line slightly less corny than that one.”
    “Oh! But it's true. You are very pretty.”
    I was amused at his blatant and shameless flattery and did not know what to say.
    “Catch you later guys. We have things to coordinate” said Sanjana, stepping in to rescue me.
    “Where's your list?” she asked. She and I had made a detailed list with names of participants, props needed by them, timing of their events and the venue they had to be at with dates, along with the transport details, which college bus would be picking them up, from where and at what time. It needed a lot of planning and I had written it all down in a beautiful thick hard bound, brown leather diary, which was my dad's gift to me. The diary also had a lot of high quality glossy pictures of paintings by great artists. I really liked the diary and it had come in very handy. I took it out of my bag and both of us went over the details together, along with Priya and the other office bearers.
    We made three teams consisting of two office bearers and decided that each team would be present at the three different venues where the events were taking place, so that if any contingency arose we could take care of it. Sanjana and I headed to the Ravi Varma auditorium where the public speaking and later the western dance events would take place. What I did not anticipate was that a contingency would arise at our venue.
    “Hey Ankita. There's nobody for English Elocution from our college,”