Ragging -

Just getting a bit nostalgic of my hostel life…so planned to write some crap & and nothing can be a good start than the ragging incident happened.

I remember the first day I landed to the hostel with my father…a bit anxious and a bit careless attitude[as I protested my father’s decision to study in that particular college].Got the room[534 I guess..can’nt remember perfectly] and went there to find another guy [Prasant….’ll write a whole episode something about him later] already there. After some crap advice my father again went for Hyderabad left his son to become a gr8 engineer[sorry dad disappointed u thoroughly though…hehe].
Anyways..after our parents went away me and Prasant bonded really well with some smoke [I tell u …smoking people really bonded very well..]& also he told that he has a senior here from his native town and will protect us from the very famous ragging of our hostel. After hearing these stuffs [specially the protection from ragging one..]I started respecting Prasant a big way.
At midnight we got a call from downstairs that some of the seniors are very willing to meet us for healthy career oriented discussion. So very unwillingly we went there [me in hope of Prasant’s big mouth promises of his senior native friend].After entering in the room I found some [nearly 10-15] people with glasses and bottles of whiskey and suttas sitting there..Giving me the intuition that it is definitely not to be a career oriented discussion.
Firstly we were told to give our intro to them..Starting from our birthplace etc. etc.
As just started that born in Kolkata…first question bumped up….”directly land kiya ? aur land karte hi pata chal gya place ke bare mein? Abhimanu hain kiya?”
Digested those stuffs in tomato red face. Then told that after completing higher secondary got here…again one bullet …how we have landed here, what autos and bus we have taken through he route which train ,what is the ticket and pnr no[as if their bro-in-law is the PR manager of the Indian railways..].There after the questions were just about getting too personal to handle…I was looking to Prasant ,and giving him the “ya khuda kar madad” type look and waiting for his friend senior. Prasant though seemed pretty confident. He was trying to get friendly with them..Offering them cigarettes.. ..Joking with them.
One of the seniors then targeted his source to Prasant.Asked him how dare him to smoke in front of them? Prasant casually replied he knows one of the seniors of their batch…suddenly they discussed something and let us go from there…..i thanked Prasant on reaching our room.
Next day again my 2 very dear friends Mohi and Rajat joined us in our room to become the scrap goat of ragging.
The same incident happened again in the night…but this time Prasant got the attention[he was slapped and punched by nearly everyone in the room…obviously except us]..and yes his famous senior friend did arrived but only to add insult to injury….that crap was laughing like hell[at that time I thought that I should put some kerosene on his mouth to stop his laughter….]…..
One of my senior was explaining me the famous law of inertia at that time….he was slapping me by getting his hand positioned far way then zet speedily hiting on my face and consoling me”see feel the intertia?tu agar thora piche hat ta to tereko utna nahi lagta….that is intertia for you ”[at that time I was thinking of smashing Newton’s head with iron rod instead of the famous apple……]…..
Later on I was told to sing Rabindra sangeet in Punjabi rock style…. [Poor Rabi guru…he could have probably stop writing songs after that attempt…anyways brave people never stops attempting..]

……to be continued……