nmalik121
May 31st, 2007, 02:00 PM
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Masti Ki Paathshala - II
Standing in the middle, we all Kabootars (including the local freshers) were the focal point of entire canteen crowd.
An extrovert, bindass, typical Sohni punjabi Kudi, announced the freshers to stand on the bench and give their introduction to the tune of "Bheege Honth Tere"....and we were not allowed to laugh at all.
A girl from our batch started giving her intro but she couldn’t move further from her name and city to the tune of the song. I already had planned something in my mind. The morning race had made me more confident and adventurous now.
As my turn came, standing on the bench, I stretched my arms in the air, as Shahrukh does, and began my intro to the tune of the song in my croaky voice loudly. I had thought that my rough voice would force them to stop me but it had the opposite effect.
My first line created an uproarious laughter in the canteen with lots of whistles from both guys and girls. I was amazed seeing them laughing like crazy with hands on their stomachs.
I was waiting for the stop signal but didn’t get any. Constant laughing around made me feel little embarrassed. My arms were now behind my back, for me Shahrukh had flopped and for the audience, Shahrukh was super hit, as usual.
I was told to repeat my intro twice in the same manner, which I reluctantly did. It was time to go back to classes.
The last period was over around 3:30 pm. I was heading towards the hostel. Sachin and Prashant had to issue the library card, so they stayed there.
“Fresher?” a husky voice forced me to turn back. A fat guy with half stomach out, a burger in hand with chutney streaming down the sides of his arm was staring at me with smile scattered on his face.
“Yes!” I could mutter only one word fearing another session of ragging.
“Don’t worry dude, I am too a fresher, in Mechnical stream,” he assured me considering my apprehensions for a stranger around the campus.
His identity made me relax. We left for hostel together.
“So, how is the experiences till now?” he asked me still wearing his trademark smile.
“Not very good,” I replied while grazing my palms on my head.
“Ha-haha-haha,” he had a hearty laugh over my funny gesture.
“How come you haven’t shaved your head?” I suddenly realized.
“My brother also passed out from here, so I am not ragged at all, thanks to my brother,” he boasted.
“Hmmm…lucky dog,” I smiled back first time, “but I am going through lots of ragging, especially in hostel, why don’t u ask my seniors to not to rag me any more, all of them are bullying bastards…making life hell for me here…” my voice had all the politeness required in the world to plead.
“Surely I would, after all, now we too are friends, I would come to your room,” he gave me the much-needed assurance patting my back. Reaching the hostel, we left for our rooms.
Sachin and Prashant had too arrived in the room while I was having bath. The radio was humming the song “Bindiya Chamkegi, Churi Khankegi…” loudly from my neighbor’s room. Since I was damn tired, I slept through the extra noise even though I was used to peace and quiet.
Suddenly three of us woke up at the sound of a loud knock at the door. The clock had struck 8 pm. Sachin was frightened for a moment. He trembled at the thought of having seniors at the door. Prashant was still sleepy-eyed as he opened the door.
A huge group of seniors, with few new faces, entered almost pushing Prashant aside. The guy whom I befriended was also standing with them. I was happy that he had come to end all the troubles.
TBC….(To Be Continued)
Masti Ki Paathshala - II
Standing in the middle, we all Kabootars (including the local freshers) were the focal point of entire canteen crowd.
An extrovert, bindass, typical Sohni punjabi Kudi, announced the freshers to stand on the bench and give their introduction to the tune of "Bheege Honth Tere"....and we were not allowed to laugh at all.
A girl from our batch started giving her intro but she couldn’t move further from her name and city to the tune of the song. I already had planned something in my mind. The morning race had made me more confident and adventurous now.
As my turn came, standing on the bench, I stretched my arms in the air, as Shahrukh does, and began my intro to the tune of the song in my croaky voice loudly. I had thought that my rough voice would force them to stop me but it had the opposite effect.
My first line created an uproarious laughter in the canteen with lots of whistles from both guys and girls. I was amazed seeing them laughing like crazy with hands on their stomachs.
I was waiting for the stop signal but didn’t get any. Constant laughing around made me feel little embarrassed. My arms were now behind my back, for me Shahrukh had flopped and for the audience, Shahrukh was super hit, as usual.
I was told to repeat my intro twice in the same manner, which I reluctantly did. It was time to go back to classes.
The last period was over around 3:30 pm. I was heading towards the hostel. Sachin and Prashant had to issue the library card, so they stayed there.
“Fresher?” a husky voice forced me to turn back. A fat guy with half stomach out, a burger in hand with chutney streaming down the sides of his arm was staring at me with smile scattered on his face.
“Yes!” I could mutter only one word fearing another session of ragging.
“Don’t worry dude, I am too a fresher, in Mechnical stream,” he assured me considering my apprehensions for a stranger around the campus.
His identity made me relax. We left for hostel together.
“So, how is the experiences till now?” he asked me still wearing his trademark smile.
“Not very good,” I replied while grazing my palms on my head.
“Ha-haha-haha,” he had a hearty laugh over my funny gesture.
“How come you haven’t shaved your head?” I suddenly realized.
“My brother also passed out from here, so I am not ragged at all, thanks to my brother,” he boasted.
“Hmmm…lucky dog,” I smiled back first time, “but I am going through lots of ragging, especially in hostel, why don’t u ask my seniors to not to rag me any more, all of them are bullying bastards…making life hell for me here…” my voice had all the politeness required in the world to plead.
“Surely I would, after all, now we too are friends, I would come to your room,” he gave me the much-needed assurance patting my back. Reaching the hostel, we left for our rooms.
Sachin and Prashant had too arrived in the room while I was having bath. The radio was humming the song “Bindiya Chamkegi, Churi Khankegi…” loudly from my neighbor’s room. Since I was damn tired, I slept through the extra noise even though I was used to peace and quiet.
Suddenly three of us woke up at the sound of a loud knock at the door. The clock had struck 8 pm. Sachin was frightened for a moment. He trembled at the thought of having seniors at the door. Prashant was still sleepy-eyed as he opened the door.
A huge group of seniors, with few new faces, entered almost pushing Prashant aside. The guy whom I befriended was also standing with them. I was happy that he had come to end all the troubles.
TBC….(To Be Continued)