Being a senior was another challenge,which i dint realize how tough twas until i was in the spot.Ragging is an art...An art passed down the traditions...But i never considered myself very good at ragging but still i was good enuf....Good enuf not to hurt the junior n not to appear too lenient....Its said that seniors adopt ragging to unleash the frustration n sort of revenge for what was done with them...N its almost true...Ragging is power...And with power comes responsibility ryt...But just as our politicians,when u get the power u just seem to be a different person unless and until u are man of set ideals and integrity...The first thing i did after being a senior and having lots of juniors was to get all the moustaches clean shaved ! U can call that vindictive.But it dint make me feel good or anything special.It was time that i searched what the meaning of ragging was n why its there in first place.I found it a good method to know juniors.Get to know who was good in what al fields...I was lucky enuf to help out some with home sickness.The UNREALZ,my colleagues in hostel were kinda good when it came to ragging.They mixed fun with terror n were quite good in controlling the rebellious ones.We enjoyed the seniorhood in style.But i don know y i had no tears when we'd our farewell in hostel....But i wept lik a baby when UNREALZ passed out....
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