College Story – (Part - 3)

 Now we were 1 month old in the college and got an idea of few college terminologies. We got differentiated with our other seniors by the name FRESHERS because obviously we were FRESH ARRIVALS, although I wonder that if we got the name FRESHERS then our bosses should be called  “SPOILED” as they were few year older than us.

If I would get a chance then definitely I will tell this to my juniors. We had to call our seniors “BOSS”. This word “BOSS” might gave them the feeling which they couldn’t relish after their college(Thanks to prestigious placements from our college).

 “RAGGING” was not the issue(Again Thanks to the orders came from supreme court to put a strict ban on this thing and new orders are always meant to be followed in our country, although it’s survival is never a guarantee). Even few juniors against this said that putting ban on ragging could suppress their chances to interact with seniors. Ragging to me is just like getting fucked in public without our liking and interaction with seniors with the cost of that can never be an option to me. By the way the stories of ragging were always in air. Another thing from which I got familiar with was “PROXY”. PROXY is way to get your presence felt by teacher without being actually in the class. I had never attempted it in my 1^st year but later mastered this skill. My attendance reached new heights as there were theories like, at least 75% attendance you need to appear in semester exams. Sometimes proxies came to my rescue. Believe me, these colleges follow few strange mathematics rule as students with even 20% attendance got their ticket to give exams which at the same time proved that 75 lies somewhere between 0 to 20.

Lectures served as a space on which I could get in touch with our other school friends via SMS (KYUNKI HAR EK FRIEND JARURIHOTA HAI!!!!) hence finger went busier than minds during lectures. The one who tightened the screw was SAMA JAIN. Chemistry teacher, height was barely 5 feet (Good things come in small packages and she was an exception) and her eye balls were just like searching for an excuse to come out. Her name SAMA might have been derived from OSAMA. In language of Chemistry she was an element which used to react violently with any kind of noise in resulting in the formation of few main products like insult in front of the class and by-product of marking ABSENT in college register. Very spontaneous, with low boiling point, high melting point and students are still awaiting for her freezing point. She can react with almost anything to produce heat. Proxies and bunks had nothing to do with her lecture. My register used to soak most of the ink writing notes in her class. One more aspect of her was she used to wink and sometimes that wink came on such situations where I tended to burst into laughter. One more mechanical teacher who could barely solve a simple F=ma question, was our another teacher. Math teacher Anju Godika was among most soothing teachers in GIT.

The days went slipping through without much happening. The unsocial animals of my class were now clustered into few scattered groups including BRAHMCHARI group where few of the disciples of HANUMANJI kept themselves away from KAAM-SUKH to which most of college guys obsessed with. They seriously put one guy (BHARAT) apart from their group when he got mingled with one of the girl of our class although leader of this same group (Sud) was among the hot favorites of girls (Girls seemed to fond of tasteless food).