Ragging or something else....

I STILL REMEMBER my first day in college. I had been caught by a bunch of seniors and was being ragged in the most benign way possible. Obviously not silly but genuine questions were posed and there was no such thing as buzzer round. All answers could apply and I thought I was doing quite well.

I was asked to introduce myself in-front of seniors and my classmates. Everyone was stranger for me and I remembered everyone like, “wo smart wale sir, gori wali ma’am, tota-maina wale sir-ma’am, maggi jaise hair wale sir, miss chuimui and Jhansi ki rani”. ;) J

Another senior asked me reason for choosing journalism as career and one of the most common question, why I left the Lucknow University as Lucknow is much better than the Bhopal. Finally one by one all my batch mates introduced them and answered several questions put by seniors in the most benign way. We had our ragging session from morning 10 to 8 pm (oh God…..! how much pathetic it was and how much I tired that day). But after being ragged from morning 10 to 8 pm, we had samosa and tea party from my seniors’ side. So I felt a quite well as I was too hungry.

 Finally I reached back to my room that was quite stranger and uncomfortable for me. I tried to sleep but there were some assignments that were given by seniors, which could not let me sleep. That assignment remembered me my school days when I had lot of home works and wanted to sleep without doing that. But it was my college where I have to maintain my image and reputation so I struggled hard to write some articles on a piece of paper.  

It was second day of college, I was worried about my admission as it was confirmed for the other branch till then. But I started to attend the classes because I had planning to transfer my admission to the Bhopal branch and had also assurance from my HoD sir. While I was sitting outside of the cabin of our lovely  HoD and was waiting eagerly for conversation with him, 5 feet and 10 inches of legs walked to me and asked my name and native place. He also told me that some of seniors are waiting for me into the class. “ Sir I’m waiting for HoD sir, he told me to wait here and will come after meeting him”, I said in gentle way.(but worries and nervousness could be seen on my face).

I was still waiting for HoD sir, a bunch of seniors walked around me and again instructed me to join them into ragging session and went back. “oh God… ye seniors bhi kya samajhte hai khud ko..sakal dekha nai chale aaye”, I murmured.  J  I immediately roped in to join them and then the Q and A round turned into a competition of asking best question from us J J .

 After facing hundreds of introduction session by seniors, super seniors, super-duper seniors, I mugged up two lines “Good Morning sir, Good Morning ma’am” and said these words 50 times in a day, having fake smiling on my face. Even I also started to dream these two lines J “Good Morning Sir, Good Morning Ma’am”
College campus, Bharat Bhawan, Ravindra Bhawan and Saprey Sangrahalay seemed to be my in-law's house and my rented room seemed to be my parents house.
Anyways, finally I mixed up with my seniors, classmates, teachers and I had also confirmation of my admission into the same branch after struggling much. (my struggle for confirming admission into the Bhopal branch includes a long story L. I will write it further in future.) We enjoyed our days too much with our seniors, classmates and HoD sir and felt that I have a large family members here in the Bhopal. However, every day I had tight schedule from morning 9 to 12 pm and sometimes morning 7 to 12 pm. (not even had SundayL). But still we enjoyed too much as everyday was new for me and I visited several places like Manav Sanghralay, Van Vihar, Kerwa Dam, Kaliysot, Hanuman Tekri, Bhojpur, Chatarpur, Khajuraho and other places. J We did lots of photography and cracked jokes and cooked traditional foods at several places.

Finally I realized that, everyone was too good and caring sort of that never let me miss my family. All my seniors and batch mates were always ready to share our loneliness or any miss-happenings. J Especially our HoD sir seems to be another father for we people.

To be continue…..

A break to do your things....

Some of the moments of our life robotically catch our attention. Similar things happened with me, while standing at traffic signal and eagerly waiting for red light turning into green.
As i noticed, with each numbers that were changing rapidly at the traffic signal board (41, 40, 39...), everyone was so eager to head their vehicle and it seemed to me that they have competition among them to head their vehicle first. However, they were eager to head their vehicle but they were also busy in several things. A middle aged man was setting his t-shirt in a proper way while a young one was opening the tank to check the level of petrol.
At the moment, i was also looking for short cut and planning to break the traffic rules but at the same time i was also busy with my mobile because i had a message from my friend. I was not the only one there who wanted to break the traffic rules even after being busy, but everyone standing there was busy with several things and wanted to
 go ahead.
An old uncle started to clean his spectacles and aunty who was sitting at the back seat was checking her purse whether she had her keys or left it somewhere in the house.:(

However, everyone needs a break after driving a long distances but they do not want to stop at the traffic signal. Why people do not want to stop at the red light with their own instead of trying short cuts or trick to break the rules of traffic signal. I personally feel that, traffic signal is the best thing which gives us an opportunity to check our mobile phone, wallet or purse, set our  t-shirt, check the time or level of petrol. J I know i'm talking like a SAMAJHDAR (sensible) kind of girl but I feel all these things.J