We, first years, are like an exotic exhibit in a zoo! All of our classrooms are allotted on the first floor, each guarded by a security guard. Every senior student from every department used every ounce of authority upon their juniors or peers just to get an opportunity to get a first hand experience of us! We are the most sought after-and by far-the most popular (although tagged by our department name)! A man could become a millionaire just by putting up an entry-fee for the seniors to see us! Every one wants to know us, show us their power to make us do things they want for their amusement, to sell their old books and what not! We are told to give our introduction-our name, dad’s name, school name, home place, grade 10 and 12 total percentage of marks, joint rank, hobbies in their own chosen format. Like, I have to say ‘jio pagla’ with enthusiasm after each sentence and to pronounce every word in Bengali only. But, most importantly, they took heed of our comfort level! The teachers are halted in their job by some seniors requesting for an ‘interactive session’ with us. It was not bad, but way too tiring! Every few minutes, some new seniors had to come and we had to begin our intro all over again! In these seven days, I have almost given my intro for more than a hundred times!
This stuff went on for two days, and gradually we became familiar with the senior faces…now they don’t need to rag us (they also get bored ragging the same class everyday)! They have each picked up their own favorite 1st year and come whenever they can for chat-stories of the college and ragging in their time, our interest and all.
Then, there are the teachers! Each unique in their own way! Some speak in english with a Bengali accent, while other has a tamil one, some has a girly voice, while some can’t say a correct sentence in English! And there are the subjects too! Each subject seems derived from the class 12 and the moment you have let your mind wander somewhere else, you have lost the power to catch the flow from the snips of lecture! Whoa!!
Coming to my own department, there are students from every class and every place-bihar, gaya, puruliya, bankura! Bengali medium, hindi medium, english medium! Intellectual, nerd, intelligent, smart-ass, flirt, jokester, pretender, narcissist and the list goes on. Each is unique in their own way! Variety makes our group more colourful!
Staying at my aunt’s place over weekdays, going to home sweet home on weekends and meeting up with my old friends! Time is flowing by so fast that I just can’t keep a tab on my activities.
Pichle saat dino mein maine khoya-kabhi khud pe hasa mein aur kabhi khud pe roya!
7 days of my new life are gone-isolated from almost every people close to me. Not that I mind, but it would have been little better to have someone to talk to without keeping a check on my words.
I guess, I asked for it.
4 comments:
"each guarded by a security guard. "
WHICH college in kolkata :-| ? ? ?
"7 days of my new life are gone-isolated from every people dear to me. Not that I mind, but it would have been little better to have someone to talk to without keeping a check on my words.
I guess, I asked for it."
:) :) :)
We are always there, two steps behind you. You just forge ahead!
thanks sis!
and my college is TICT, rajarhat
Oh my dear Lord.
This makes me feel like Joo,and its anti-ragging committee are god-sends :P
No really-you sort of put down my own thoughts.The fact that every word,every action of yours is being judged can give you a rather squirmy feeling,like those bugs in glass jars to be put under microscopes.Everyone's trying to tag you,to class you in some clique.But you do shake yourself down in some time,and I'm sure tui-o korechhish :)
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