October 3, 2007
Day 1:
What can I ever say? It was altogether a new and a different day in my whole life. This was my first day of college. It all started as I woke up from my disturbed sleep of the previous night. I knew a very little of where this day was taking me to. I got ready and packed off to the bus stop with excitement running through my veins. My dad dropped me off at the bus stop. He waited till the bus arrived and bid me good bye. The bus had just left the stop that one of my senior sprang out of his seat and called all the freshers by making a gesture which I felt was a bit too rude to be made on the strangers. He seemed like he was waiting the whole time, anxiously for this moment to come. I was the first to respond to his call. Soon every body lined up. He first asked to introduce ourselves one by one. Again I was the first to start. Now another senior had already started asking our ‘bio datas’, as he put it. As I finished, I could see a terrified look on the face of my fellow freshers. I didn’t really know what they were really so terrified about. Later on all the seniors reserved the rear seats for themselves and asked (or rather commanded, as I could put it) us to sit in the seats in the front. Then nothing much happened in the bus except for the murmurings of the seniors behind our backs. As the bus reached our college, we were directed to our classes. In the class each lecturer went on introducing themselves and in turn asked for our introduction. I made a few friends. The recess was interrupted by the seniors as they came in to the class intentionally to rag the ‘pupil’ of our class. Their attempt failed as a lecturer intervened. We are asked to move in groups and outnumber our seniors so as to not be ragged. The classes were finally over and we all moved on to get into the busses and I very well knew that this would be the toughest part of the day which was yet to come, taking into consideration the morning’s bus journey. I was sitting in the front as my seniors had asked me to do so in the morning. But the senior, who had started the ragging session in the morning, signaled me to come and sit with him in the rear seat. I was completely aware of what he had in mind!! I slowly moved to get to the rear of the bus. Now it was one on many (I can’t remember their no., as there were too many). I was asked my bio data, may be 10 times & every time I told it to them with an utter sense of elegance or may be elegance born out of fear. Then I was asked to rate every one (u kno hu!) based on how they appear to me……this was the toughest (4 da moment). When I thought it was all over, I was called upon by one of the other seniors (g) and was asked to prop to one my fellow classmates……..oh gosh!!!......so this is it, I thought……this is how I get crucified……that girl is going to turn me in to a meat ball!! I had no other choice…. I went to her place & a thought struck my mind. How about I do it in an indirect way, I thought. Yeah!! That’s when I went her and asked,” hey are you claimed? Coz I want to claim you!!” she didn’t get me the first time so I had to ask her again, for which she asked me “r u serious??” …..now….that’s not a typical Indian girl………..whatever it may be….I was glad I was still standing. Then, I was asked to sing and do stuff to entertain the seniors. Then, it all ended when the bus reached our stop. Today I had a lot to tell to my mom.
May be, I thought, these things were too harsh to be termed as ragging. May be my seniors were very good though their looks gave a false conception of what they are. What ever it may be, I shall wait and see what is waiting for me in the days to come.
Day 1:
What can I ever say? It was altogether a new and a different day in my whole life. This was my first day of college. It all started as I woke up from my disturbed sleep of the previous night. I knew a very little of where this day was taking me to. I got ready and packed off to the bus stop with excitement running through my veins. My dad dropped me off at the bus stop. He waited till the bus arrived and bid me good bye. The bus had just left the stop that one of my senior sprang out of his seat and called all the freshers by making a gesture which I felt was a bit too rude to be made on the strangers. He seemed like he was waiting the whole time, anxiously for this moment to come. I was the first to respond to his call. Soon every body lined up. He first asked to introduce ourselves one by one. Again I was the first to start. Now another senior had already started asking our ‘bio datas’, as he put it. As I finished, I could see a terrified look on the face of my fellow freshers. I didn’t really know what they were really so terrified about. Later on all the seniors reserved the rear seats for themselves and asked (or rather commanded, as I could put it) us to sit in the seats in the front. Then nothing much happened in the bus except for the murmurings of the seniors behind our backs. As the bus reached our college, we were directed to our classes. In the class each lecturer went on introducing themselves and in turn asked for our introduction. I made a few friends. The recess was interrupted by the seniors as they came in to the class intentionally to rag the ‘pupil’ of our class. Their attempt failed as a lecturer intervened. We are asked to move in groups and outnumber our seniors so as to not be ragged. The classes were finally over and we all moved on to get into the busses and I very well knew that this would be the toughest part of the day which was yet to come, taking into consideration the morning’s bus journey. I was sitting in the front as my seniors had asked me to do so in the morning. But the senior, who had started the ragging session in the morning, signaled me to come and sit with him in the rear seat. I was completely aware of what he had in mind!! I slowly moved to get to the rear of the bus. Now it was one on many (I can’t remember their no., as there were too many). I was asked my bio data, may be 10 times & every time I told it to them with an utter sense of elegance or may be elegance born out of fear. Then I was asked to rate every one (u kno hu!) based on how they appear to me……this was the toughest (4 da moment). When I thought it was all over, I was called upon by one of the other seniors (g) and was asked to prop to one my fellow classmates……..oh gosh!!!......so this is it, I thought……this is how I get crucified……that girl is going to turn me in to a meat ball!! I had no other choice…. I went to her place & a thought struck my mind. How about I do it in an indirect way, I thought. Yeah!! That’s when I went her and asked,” hey are you claimed? Coz I want to claim you!!” she didn’t get me the first time so I had to ask her again, for which she asked me “r u serious??” …..now….that’s not a typical Indian girl………..whatever it may be….I was glad I was still standing. Then, I was asked to sing and do stuff to entertain the seniors. Then, it all ended when the bus reached our stop. Today I had a lot to tell to my mom.
May be, I thought, these things were too harsh to be termed as ragging. May be my seniors were very good though their looks gave a false conception of what they are. What ever it may be, I shall wait and see what is waiting for me in the days to come.
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