Sometimes ragging is fun.(18 + only)

In the hope of making the juniors respect us as their seniors, we do strange things .Sometimes we show off and sometimes we let them feel dependent on us. People in colleges take this practice as ‘ragging’, whereas it is known as ‘bullying’ in schools. The same practice when applied in the locality is known as ‘misbehaving’.

Let me describe here some of the interesting things I discovered while being a victim of this practice and later applying the same thing myself. For easy reading I should call this experience of mine as ragging as it had happened in college.

After getting admitted in college, I opted for a hostel and I had to share a room with 3 others. Our seniors made us introduce ourselves to them. It was the same story everyday as our seniors got very little time with us because there was our warden and some professors who genuinely felt for us and guarded us. So for me it felt like a record player that had to repeatedly introduce myself to any senior.

If only I could call all my seniors and introduce myself once and for all so that everybody would be able to hear me and never again ask me to introduce myself again. But it never happened that way. Everyday a new guy arrived and asked the same question. Sometimes some seniors who had already visited me came again and repeated the same question. It’s strange they forget us so easily. It started getting very boring and it grew on me. I felt no effect at all .I felt that if somebody would report a case of ragging, it would be very unjust because the seniors had put up so much time and all their endeavor looked so sick and failing.
Little had I known that this was just a soup before a sumptuous meal. Our fresher’s day arrived and the seniors had arranged a party for us. Well this party was scheduled for the evening. The entire day was a surprise.

Ours was a boys hostel and the senior boys were in front of our beds early in the morning. The seniors were quite innovative while ragging us. We had a lot of games that they had invented. We had a swearing competition where each competitor from the 1st year had to curse/slang another 1st year guy in the most innovative way. I had befriended some guys in my class and was not sure if I could actually use abusive words with them. But being an audience to the first few rounds it felt normal. It was like getting into a fit of trance and forgetting what ego was.

Using words like motherfu***r, and bloody bastard was not so intresting. The seniors wanted some innovative slangs. One of the 1st year guys shouted  “I used a brinjal colored banana flavored condom to f**k  your grandma’s neice, and she gifted me a box full of panties to smell”. There was laughter all around and I could not control laughter myself. One of the seniors took the 1st year guy for a treat of navy cut cigarette. He had an instant fan following.

Later in the day, it grew a bit warm and I was made to read a newspaper in front of everybody. But this was no exceptional newspaper .It was an ordinary one, or so I thought. But there was a condition. After completing a sentence of the newspaper I had to read “I massage his penis with oil”. So if an ordinary newspaper read “The terrorists have been captured. They have been put in prison. The terrorists should be punished.” And I read it as “The terrorists have been captured. I massage his penis with oil .They have been put in prison. I massage his penis with oil. The terrorists should be punished. I massage his penis with oil”. To me it was not really funny. I never know why I was made to say this. But some say that laughter is contagious and I could not control the crowd in front of me laughing heartily. I felt a bit relaxed.

Ragging was going on paralleled by some more seniors surrounding some more 1st year guys. I could see someone singing and someone dancing all the time .Some were imitating porn stars. Some  were in porn postures with fellow guys. By the afternoon time one of my friends was invited to the senior’s hostel. After he had returned he told us that he was treated like a king. He was treated with mutton biryani, chili chicken, fish cutlet and all the most expensive dishes that he could order. Little did he tell us that he was made to sleep in one of the beds of the senior covered from head to toe in blankets on the sunny day before being treated like a king.
We had a football match in the evening between fresher and seniors. The seniors made a team for us and chose 11 fat guys from us while they had an ideal football team. The seniors cheated a lot. There was no referee. And whenever they scored a goal all the 11 fat guys from 1st year was made to run an entire round around the field.
The evening turned to dusk and we were instructed a dress code for the party. No belts or watches. Shoes and formal dress was made mandatory. We followed their instructions and entered the party venue. Teachers, professors were all present. I thought ragging was over. But inside I was feeling that as long as they were not treating us as their servants ragging was getting really interesting.

I had enjoyed the ragging because no girls had ever watched me get ragged. But in the party girls were also present and I felt my ego getting back to me. I wondered what if I get ragged in front of girls? While the  teachers were present, girls sang some songs and performed cultural dance numbers and some elocution. The teachers left as soon as the girls had finished with their programme. I started to feel tensed again ,of the girls presence because except for the teachers all the freshers and seniors were present.

But this time ragging took a vegetarian form. None of the lewd things that we were made to do happened. Instead we were made to propose to random girls. For that roses had been already arranged for us.Some tried the filmy style and some did the nervous guy style.

I was also a victim of proposing to girls. And as luck(or rather bad-luck) would have it, the girl was a senior. I proposed to her in a nervous style. And she started to enquired me who told me to propose her. I knew that taking her side would mean disrespect to the male senior that sent me. I did not answer her and she made me beg all other seniors by saying “panch bhoot e podh mereche panch ti paise bhikha daoa”. Which translates to 5 ghosts have f**ked my arse please lend me 5 paise. This task of mine was really getting difficult as I had to beg seniors and each senior would rag me in return. But just before I started to beg, she came to me and said “don’t have to worry, introduce yourself my small brother” to which I felt so much relieved. I wanted  to kiss my newly made didi (on the cheek,no thinking otherwise).
        
After few moments, dinner was served. I saw dishes, I knew that floors would be dirty after the party and felt insecure. What if we were made to clean any of them? But it was only after someone said that you all can come to our hostels to enjoy a mug of beer with us, and I knew that they were not those species of raggers who uses others for their needs. They had arranged the party for us. So it was they who got the cleaning done. Somebody learn from my seniors. Ragging is purely a source of entertainment. When these seniors left the college we felt we have lost our elder brothers and sisters. You Rock Seniors.