Ragging..its all about barbarism,trauma.......FUN

Ragging was perhaps the most convivial episode of my entire engineering era of 4 years.From my frame of reference, it's only those without a spine, Crumble against ragging and besides if you can't stand up to a bunch of guys elder to you, then forget the world.

This is the story of how I crumbled.

In our college, there were all together 100 golden rules needed to be followed during the ragging period(R.P.)

1. Wear formals with nothing in the shirt pocket.

2. Usage of shortforms were not allowed.

3. Bakery, Internet centres, Juice point etc.(except Library which did'nt make any difference) were all outlawed.

4.Every minute details of the fellow juniors has to be nailed down in the mind.

5.Wish the seniors every time you see them.

6.NEVER wish them at admin and departments.(Gosh, I wont forget this 1 ever)

7.

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100.

Rule 7 to rule 100 were formulated and crushed while molesting us at the spot only(like at the cafetaria, shrinu point, 7th block terrace etc. etc.).

Meena Misfortune

2 weeks after I joined..

Around 9 p.m. in the night,I saw Rajesh Kumar Meena (kicking butt since 1985, this guy has got more hair on his chest than the Sloth bears of south-east asia) returning dejected, eyes red with his palm over his bloated cheeks.I asked, what happened and he went straight into his room unresponsed.

Next Morning.

Me: what happened last night?

Meena(with a glaring gaze): picnic in paradise.you missed it.

Me: okay fine.Tell me

Meena: Buddy, I was called abruptly by 1 of our seniors while I went to draw out money from the ATM. He asked me to close my eyes.I did.I just thought that these morons will clap in front of my face aspiring to scare me and I will act accordingly pretending that I was terror-striken.

And Then..

(lights, camera, action)

Chaaaaaaaaaatttttttttttaaaaaaaakkkkkkkkkk

(Cut,lights off,packup)

Meena: (almost sobbing)man, It took time for me to regain senses.Yaar, it really hurts when you are not at all prepared for this.Then they simply went away.I just don't know what blunder I did coz of which I was banged.(reason still unknown)

Guys, I froze. I knew someday, somewhere, sometime I will face the same agony.On that day, I decided that I wont allow anyone to slap me.If they do, I will THRASH them with my punch, I will SLAM their heads against the door, I will BATTER their chins down, and leave them lifelong CRIPPLE.

A month later..

Mousumi melodrama

Around 5 p.m. evening, we were waiting for the seniors outside the LH(ladies hostel) in the garden.Evening session were meant to enhance our interaction with the only girl of our clique, Mousumi(A.I.R. of the college...BBC sucks..try her).Seniors finally arrived and after few customary QnA round,came the real thing.

1 of the senior: Mousumi, you tend to avoid wishing us in the college.

mousumi: no sir,its impossible.

senior:Tell me, why you avoid us wishing.

An ideal reply would have been...sir,sorry if felt so.I will be more careful and attentive so that next time you don't feel that way

AND what our beloved Maria Curie replied.

1.Sir,probably you were preoccupied somewhere else when I wished.

2.Perhaps, you were in admin or department where you have prohibited us to wish.

3.Possibility is also there that when you have seen me but I hav'nt noticed you.

4.May be I was talking to some other seniors thats why I ignored you.

5.Chances are also there that I have been engrossed with my work so gravely that I just did'nt take care of you people.

Mousumi's philosophy gave us 2 lessons:

Lesson 1: Never give up unless you find someone else to blame.

Lesson 2: This 2nd lesson we learned in the night from 11 o'clock to around 3:30 a.m. at 7th block terrace.

What happened in the ming-boggling night learning class..well, in the next post