patrick@ 2nd yr.

Its awaited,awaited and very much awaited for a long long period of 1 year. And at last you are there a senior.

rewind....

That period of 1st year  is where the magnitude of  you getting  traumatised by your seniors follows the graph of e^-t w.r.t. time where the origin lies somewhere around the monsoon end-sems. I hope I am not pulling out the nerve cells out of your brain. Easy guys!!! I mean the first four months  a tough long examination in your life.

How can anyone forget those sweet and rusty words flowing out of the mouth of  a senior trying to be pathetic on us and the deafening sound energy getting converted to mechanical energy of your  heart. Come on! don't beat that fast!!

"@#$@# ham event kya apne liye karate hain!! saalon aao"

"@#$@! bahot bond bante ho!"

"acha pon** ka  commentry karo!!"

countless....

now i m back...

All those feelings of how helpless a first year gets vanished as soon as i see one...... Soon i am filled with the feeling of 'payback',that is what i call it. But you know all this 'Affidavit' thing has made things bad. We cannot enter the first year hostel. We cannot organise interaction seminar for them. We are not able to make them aware of the rules and regulations of the campus.

So composing all the restlessness i decided to call a first year of my place to my room. Call him  'X'.   X is a kind of  bond(in ism language). I made him 'murga' for his unfaithfull attitude.

me:"do u have a girlfriend?"

X:"no sir!"

me:"goddamn!now u will not even have one for rest of ur college life.So did u had one?"

X:"yes sir!I even nailed her.."

me:"awesome !@#$"

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In between came my girlfrnd's miscall.I called her back and handed over the phone to the junior.

X(crying):"mam!!please do not leave sir ever. He loves u a lot.please! please!"

She was suddenly left with no clue of what was happening. Later she complained how can i be so mean! Come on! this has to be done..

Later I finally came to the conclusion that this boy is a big jerk. He even promised of nailing the most beautiful girl in first year. He has guts and yes he had started seeing adult things at the 6th grade itself.Alluring!

After  a lot of time X was left. Now it was here i thought of writing this blog. Midnight came and it was time for birthday bumps to Harshit. And it was there that all the mining second years were called to the common room.I didn't go to the seniors. I saw they held our batchmates for a lot of time.

When i  thought everything was over and i returned to my room the seniors again came back and there was no escaping then. Then  came the doom time and my sleep was hampered for a longer time than the m.r.(mass ragging) for i got something extra to write on my blog.Our final years had there full pleasure and i had a cramped feet. Its 4 a.m. in the morning and i am still wide awake. I had never expected my day to end like this.

So that was it. What i started  as a recovery of memory earlier came back as a Deja-vu later.        yeah! god indeed plays in mysterious ways.