nmalik121
June 13th, 2007, 09:20 PM
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At last, alarm came to halt and so did our combined misery. The room was bathed in the tube light. For a second, my eyes resisted the strong tube light emitting from the wall tube.
Prashant was sitting down on his knees covering very little space just near by the gate, where the ‘audience in dark’ was standing to hear the cries. No senior went towards the gate and that’s why Prashant’s body remained untouched. Bloody virgin…!
The seniors left for their rooms after having full “Paisa-Vasool” entertainment with an explicit wide smile on their faces. The action was over and reaction was left only to brood over which could clearly read in our eyes.
Sachin was completely shattered, his eyes were moist, not because of fear but for pain. His back and thighs was bruised badly and slippers’ marks were evident on the blue skinned body.
My hands were trying to soothe my upper-back’s sinewy muscles softly but in vain. It was paining like hell while moving back a little even for breathing. I was probably just one step away from going insane with anger.
Prashant came near to both of us. Though he was not beaten blue like two of us, yet his face expression told that he could feel our pain. He took mine and Sachin’s hand and squeezed it softly, comforting a little. Three of us were together first time in true sense. Beneath me, I could feel the solid ground which was based on our strong sense of bonding in tough time.
“Come on guys…we have seen the worst possible…cheer up and stop exposing like Rakhi Sawant, so have clothes,” Prashant tried to make the atmosphere comfy in his serious but very-friendly tone.
We had our clothes. All the seniors, actions, fear had left the room except the silence. Sitting on our individual beds, we didn’t know what to say. I had never experienced such deadly silence in my life ever.
Suddenly, Prashant got up from his bed and went to Sachin’s study table.
“Hey Sachin, did u see this?” Prashant picked up a paper from the table.
“What is it?” Sachin moved forward looking bit perplexed as usual.
“Your birth certificate! It is an apology letter from the condom factory,” Prashant laughed loudly while an amusing smile spread on our lips too. Somehow, the past three days of harsh ragging had made us capable of laughing through our tears too.
Prashant Kaushik belonged to a high-middle class agricultural background from U. P.’s rural area, an upper-caste Brahmin family. He was the youngest of three brothers, quite clever, practical and with on-the-face sense of humor quality.
Though his family was pretty rich, yet both his brothers didn’t study more than metric standard. He was the first one to reach at degree level. Getting admission in top engineering college of Delhi was an achievement for his family.
Prashant was a good mix of both practical and sensitivity at its best. At times, he will talk like a funny teenager who is here to just enjoy his life and move on for something better, and sometimes, he will converse like a mature, intellectual guy who has seen a lot in life and now prepare to face the world in eyes and say “Hello! I am arrived.”
He had a knack for coming up with very funny one-liners with all the seriousness of world on his face, without laughing himself at all. He was focused and naturally witty. He would use his peculiar one-liners like a secret weapon.
He had gone through tough times in his family personally. After completing his 12th standard, he wanted to take one-year gap, study at home and prepare for IIT or DCE (Delhi College of Engineering).
However, for his family, sitting at home in the name of preparing for admission was a bullshit idea. They took it as an excuse to avoid the study. For them, it was a shame to sit at home uselessly. So they gave him ultimatum either to take admission somewhere or join the family business of agriculture and electric goods manufacturing. That was a very tough time for him.
He was very keen to study Computer engineering. Only he knew the value of studying in a good college. He tried to make them understand his point but nobody even heard him properly. As result, he was asked to take admission in a small polytechnic situated at Kanjhawala, on the outskirts of Delhi, that too, in Civil Engineering.
He had almost stopped talking to his family afterwards, especially with her mother. He would hardly talk to anyone else too except her Bhabhi (sis-in-law), who would listen always attentively at least, if couldn’t help him. And he was very happy now for two reasons: to stay away from his family and for getting admission in DCE.
His funda of living was simple and straight: “Make the full of what you have right now.”
TBC....(To Be Continued)
At last, alarm came to halt and so did our combined misery. The room was bathed in the tube light. For a second, my eyes resisted the strong tube light emitting from the wall tube.
Prashant was sitting down on his knees covering very little space just near by the gate, where the ‘audience in dark’ was standing to hear the cries. No senior went towards the gate and that’s why Prashant’s body remained untouched. Bloody virgin…!
The seniors left for their rooms after having full “Paisa-Vasool” entertainment with an explicit wide smile on their faces. The action was over and reaction was left only to brood over which could clearly read in our eyes.
Sachin was completely shattered, his eyes were moist, not because of fear but for pain. His back and thighs was bruised badly and slippers’ marks were evident on the blue skinned body.
My hands were trying to soothe my upper-back’s sinewy muscles softly but in vain. It was paining like hell while moving back a little even for breathing. I was probably just one step away from going insane with anger.
Prashant came near to both of us. Though he was not beaten blue like two of us, yet his face expression told that he could feel our pain. He took mine and Sachin’s hand and squeezed it softly, comforting a little. Three of us were together first time in true sense. Beneath me, I could feel the solid ground which was based on our strong sense of bonding in tough time.
“Come on guys…we have seen the worst possible…cheer up and stop exposing like Rakhi Sawant, so have clothes,” Prashant tried to make the atmosphere comfy in his serious but very-friendly tone.
We had our clothes. All the seniors, actions, fear had left the room except the silence. Sitting on our individual beds, we didn’t know what to say. I had never experienced such deadly silence in my life ever.
Suddenly, Prashant got up from his bed and went to Sachin’s study table.
“Hey Sachin, did u see this?” Prashant picked up a paper from the table.
“What is it?” Sachin moved forward looking bit perplexed as usual.
“Your birth certificate! It is an apology letter from the condom factory,” Prashant laughed loudly while an amusing smile spread on our lips too. Somehow, the past three days of harsh ragging had made us capable of laughing through our tears too.
Prashant Kaushik belonged to a high-middle class agricultural background from U. P.’s rural area, an upper-caste Brahmin family. He was the youngest of three brothers, quite clever, practical and with on-the-face sense of humor quality.
Though his family was pretty rich, yet both his brothers didn’t study more than metric standard. He was the first one to reach at degree level. Getting admission in top engineering college of Delhi was an achievement for his family.
Prashant was a good mix of both practical and sensitivity at its best. At times, he will talk like a funny teenager who is here to just enjoy his life and move on for something better, and sometimes, he will converse like a mature, intellectual guy who has seen a lot in life and now prepare to face the world in eyes and say “Hello! I am arrived.”
He had a knack for coming up with very funny one-liners with all the seriousness of world on his face, without laughing himself at all. He was focused and naturally witty. He would use his peculiar one-liners like a secret weapon.
He had gone through tough times in his family personally. After completing his 12th standard, he wanted to take one-year gap, study at home and prepare for IIT or DCE (Delhi College of Engineering).
However, for his family, sitting at home in the name of preparing for admission was a bullshit idea. They took it as an excuse to avoid the study. For them, it was a shame to sit at home uselessly. So they gave him ultimatum either to take admission somewhere or join the family business of agriculture and electric goods manufacturing. That was a very tough time for him.
He was very keen to study Computer engineering. Only he knew the value of studying in a good college. He tried to make them understand his point but nobody even heard him properly. As result, he was asked to take admission in a small polytechnic situated at Kanjhawala, on the outskirts of Delhi, that too, in Civil Engineering.
He had almost stopped talking to his family afterwards, especially with her mother. He would hardly talk to anyone else too except her Bhabhi (sis-in-law), who would listen always attentively at least, if couldn’t help him. And he was very happy now for two reasons: to stay away from his family and for getting admission in DCE.
His funda of living was simple and straight: “Make the full of what you have right now.”
TBC....(To Be Continued)