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It was the first day in college. I was going to enter a new world for the upcoming four years of my life. Parents were packing my bags to drop me in the hostel. It was a mixed type of feeling, little happy for a new experience but also a bit scared. But, was happy for my freedom.

I was still a kid, just out of the school with little money, lot of thoughts but very big dreams. As I walked across my hostel corridors, my heart was beating much faster. Anyone could easily make up that I was a fresher, by seeing me holding hand of my father and walking with my head down.

Finally, I was left in a classroom, and was asked to sit beside the only other girl in the class. There were lot of students around me who were all having a childish face like me..with everyone afraid of ragging and a aim for bright career after four years. After sometime, our head of department entered the classroom for a introductory class. He tells us about the various facilities and disciplines of college. But, fun started on the first day itself, with backbenchers making fun of him.

Lot of handshakes, then making new friends with no study at all continued to be part of our life till first few days. Bunking the classes and gossiping in canteen, was real fun.

Next day, our classes begin. First lecture was given by our lecturer on Information technology and its future. It was a real boring lecture with more than half of the class sleeping. After the class, four Seniors entered the classroom and started the session which they call as “PDP” or personality development Program. As told by them, it was a session just to have better communication with seniors and among the batchmates…But, it looks out to be something different. It was very pity on their part that they saw Our HOD coming towards our classroom and all of the seniors left in hurry.

In the night in our hostels, we were asked by seniors to gather in library. Actually, there are no officials in our library, so it was the best place and time for seniors to have interaction with their juniors. Even, I was looking for some talks with seniors, as it was turning to be very boring on the other side. Finally, everyone was gathered in library and a group of about fourty seniors including six senior madams, surrounded us and started their so called PDP session. I was feeling little odd as there were only four more girls with me and rest of the sixty batch mates of mine were boys. Everyone was asked about their hobbies and their hometown and all. After that, everyone was asked to perform an action. As, seniors found me to be little frank or I don’t know what was the reason, they asked me to pronounce some abusive words. Being a girl, I didn’t feel to be comfortable speaking such words infront of more than 100 guys which include my seniors as well. So, I denied it very politely. I was asked the reason for my denial. Actually, I denied it, so that the seniors did not try to overrule over us and I want to show them that I am not scared of them. If truly speaking, other reason was to have a little impression over my batch mates. But I say to them that I do not like abusing..which was somewhat true.

My roommate was asked to sing a song. She sang a very nice song in her regional language of Haryana. Everyone liked it a lot. Somehow, seniors came to know that she is my roommate and so they again asked me to abuse in Haryanavi now and this time to one of the boy of my class with one senior mam saying “you must have learned a little from your roommate”. (Haryanavi is the accent of Hindi, spoken in haryana)

Here’s the conversation which goes on after that:

First senior:- “ oye ladki, teen char gaaliyan de kai toh dikha, aur vo bhi shudh haryanvi mein honi chahiye .” (You girl, show us by speaking few abusive words, and that too in pure haryanavi accent)

Me:- “Sir, I will not speak abusive words. Instead I can entertain you through some of the jokes in Haryanavi.”

Second Senior:- “ oye, hum koi taare kushti karwaane naahi laagwa rahe---sirf bol ke suna de taane meethi si awaaz mein, “ ( we are not asking you to fight anyone or make your soul dirty, just speak few abusive words in your sweet voice.)
Me:- “Respected seniors, why don’t you listen to some song, jokes, etc. in my voice. Would abusive words be sweet?”

Another one:- “ arre, tu itna kahe bollai sai…issai bolo ke chupchap teen char gaaliyan suna aur dafa ho jaave ite se” (why do u speak too much, say to her to speak few abusive words and get lost from her.)

Me:- “Sir if this is the case, then you are unaware of the fact, that how many times I have already abused you all silently.” (I felt to be in a little naughty mood, and so speak this infront of all of my seniors.

After this, all the freshers including me started laughing and better don’t ask about seniors. Their faces were red with anger against us and specially me…

First senior again:- “ taari dikhat ka hai” (what is wrong with you)

Second senior:- “ tujhe seniors se baat karne ki koi tameez nahi hai, tu samjhti kya hai apne aap ko” (Don’t you have manners to talk to seniors, what do you think of yourself?)

Every senior started just shouting at me.

Me:- “I just do the things which seems right to me.”

Senior:- “agar tumhe koi jabardasti kare tab bhi?” (If someone forces you??)

Me:- “ yaa, not even then”

Other senior:- “ agar yeh baat, teri jaan par aa jaaye toh” (If this thing, threats your life???)

Me:- “ I will fight against what seems right to me”

Senior mam:- “ So, if you get angry with a very high intensity , will u fight against us?

Me:- “ Its nothing like asking, It doesn’t depend on the person. Wrong thing is always wrong. “

Senior:- “ How will you fight against us”

Me:- “Abusing and physical fighting are not the only ways, there are hundred of other ways to fight.)

All my batchmates were gazing at me, as if I was speaking too much, but then it was nothing wrong, so I was not scared at all.

One of the senior, who was speaking a lot then says:- “ tujhee, bahut jyada gussa aat hai naa, toh tu jaa, us pedda se jaakar apna sir takra de aur apna poora gussa nikal de.” ( You get so much anger , so just go to that tree and bang your head against it express your anger.)

Everyone was stared after hearing these words. They all started discussing to each other. But I was standing silent. Now, the ball was in my court and I thought, its my chance to prove that I am right. So, without any delay, I started running towards tree with my head colliding with it and finally falling down. It hurts, but then I had to do it.

And I screamed “Don’t know, which duffer has planted the tree here, people don’t have any sense, huh!”

Everyone came to me running, as if someone has happened to me. But then, I smiled winking my eyes, and everyone was laughing at my acting and praised me for it.
Since then, we have a very good understanding with all our seniors and we are enjoying the best moments of our life which will hopefully continue for next three years of my life.


P.S:- For organizers, I have used some Hindi words, but it was necessary to present the incident in a exciting way. So, please don’t mind it.

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