1.04 The Beauty and The Gulab Jamuns - Beats

Part 1.04 of a multipart fiction about college life.

Read the other parts by going to: http://sweetnpure.blogspot.com/search/label/Beats

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I left my room at 6 o’clock. VK#129, was the dreaded destination.

People should eat in their own messes. Why had the senior decided to take a tour of RB Mess on the first day? Why was he in front of me? Why did my sambhar fall on him? Had one of the three things not happened, I would have been a free man now.

I prayed he would not be there. I nimbly knocked at the door.

He was there. After, making me sit inside. He said, ‘I will make you wash my shirt!’ And went out.

I saw some Hollywood actress adorned his desktop wallpaper, I didn’t know who. I wondered where he had gone. Probably, to bring some washing powder.

The mystery was soon solved he entered with 2 of friends.

‘Your intro!’
I mumbled my name and branch. I guessed as soon as I gave my proper intro they would shift to something else. So, better keep them engaged on intro as long as I could.

‘What is this? Don’t you know the format?’
‘No’
‘Didn’t anyone teach you?’
‘No’

I wondered, if I will answer all questions at BITS as ‘No’. Getting me to a proper intro took about 20 minutes. Wow! Only 40 minutes till dinner, now.

There was a knock at the door. Someone entered carrying two plates of Gulab Jamuns. Everyone in the room jumped on them, except me of course. But, he moved them out of their reach.

‘These are for the cutie pie here’
No one had called me that before!

‘It is drugged.’
‘It contains ....

More, warnings continued. I reasoned. They can’t drug me now. There is no way to carry me out unnoticed. And, they can’t have me lying unconscious for long. And, anyway they all had jumped at the sight of the Gulab Jamuns.

I took two.

‘No, ragging for you if you finish this plate.’

I counted. 7 more. WTF, 7 again? Anyway, eating is better than ragging.

It was dinner time. I was granted leave.

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I had no more room for dinner. I decided to take a walk to the library. It was there that I saw the most beautiful girl ever. She was with two of her friends. I could see her hair swaying in the light breeze.

Ok. Ok. It was not so dramatic, there was no breeze it was the fan. But, she was attractive and her hair looked beautiful.

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In the next part, club interactions and finding out more about the girl. Next post will be from campus. :)

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In real life:

I still wonder, whether those Gulab Jamuns were really for me? And, the room VK#129, is my room during my second year at college.

1.03 Scary Ragging - Beats

Part 1.03 of a multipart fiction about college life.

Read the other parts by going to: http://sweetnpure.blogspot.com/search/label/Beats

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Later on we came to know that, we were allowed out of hostel throughout the night.

Next morning, I had my interview with Dean, PSD. In his office the assistants had properly pinned up my application to BITS. To, my horror I noticed that my three page letter about errors in BITSAT was also there.

Last thing I wanted the Dean to see was that letter. The assistant handed me my application and ushered me in the Dean’s chamber.

‘Good Morning, Sir!’
‘Good Morning indeed.’

He took my application. Hopefully my morning would be good and he would not notice the letter.

‘Did you pass boards this year?’
‘No’
‘I see you appeared for BITSAT last year too. Did you apply for admission?’
‘No’
‘Did you clear last year’s cutoff?’
‘No’
‘Did you take any coaching?’
‘No’

I could see him making some marks on his clipboard. I hoped he would ask me something that didn’t have no as an answer.

‘OK. About your hobbies. Do you sing, dance?’
‘No’
‘Do you like listening to music?’
‘No’
‘OK. Do you have any questions?’
‘No, Sir’
‘Very well. Then I think you can leave.’
‘Thank you, Sir!’

7 Nos and my interview was over. Why did everything had to be 7? The good part was he didn’t see my letter.

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After lunch a few seniors came to our wing. They assembled us in one room.

‘You!’, pointing at me a scary looking senior said. ‘Give me your intro! You know the format right?’
‘No’, I lied. Though, I had rehearsed it last night.

Somebody knocked on the door. I opened it. Rakesh entered wearing shorts.

‘What are you wearing?’

Before Rakesh could muster any answer, the senior continued.

‘Is this the way to come before seniors?’
‘Where are your manners?’
‘I will make you sit on the overhanging there and change your clothes!’
‘Go! Change and come.’

Rakesh left.

‘Now, you give me your intro.’

I mumbled my name and branch. Opened the door and rushed out. I was trembling. Will there be any repercussions? Thoughts like Raghvan Committee, Supreme Court Order, SWD, Warden were swarming in my head.

Sashi came out.

‘You scared those guys in there. They sent me to make sure you don’t complain.’
I smiled. Said, ‘Can I? They didn’t do anything to me.’

I went to my room. My watch showed 5:30 PM. Half an hour till my meeting with the senior from mess. But, this time I would be alone.......

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In the next part, the kind of ragging I didn’t expect.

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In real life:
For part 1.02: I did confuse one senior as a fresher and addressed him as ‘तुम!’. But, thankfully the coming of our warden saved me from the awkwardness of the situation.