What does ragging mean to u ?
Ragging........What picture does this word bring to ur mind ?? I'm not quite sure abt what its in your mind.Is it u being ragged or you ragging ! I bet its you being ragged....Well i just thought abt the ragging that i miss...Yes u heard it right,I MISS RAGGING....
Twas the month of june 2002...I was so proudly holding my class X marks sheet with an air of dignity in front of the principal's room of st.Thomas residential school tvm,one of the best schools of my tym.The principal talked to me as if i was an average student n he was scoffing at me on all points.Though i felt bad then,i realised later that an 89.83 % was a mere average in STRS.Back in st.Mary's , from where i came, i was sort of a hero...Mine was the record mark in the 25yr school history !! And the second rank stood 53marks behind me(thats a 9%)....Huh...My world was changing....It was june 14th,2002...My first day in hostel.Its not the first time i am being away from home..I'd been to 5day camps n even a month away from home during summer hols.And i thought its going to be ok.Just one thing was different here.I dint know anyone here....
For the first time i was going to have seniors....Those ppl whom my dad had given me a lot of info on(dad being in medical college seemed to know lot abt ragging)....So twas automatically imprinted in my mind that seniors were to be respected n interestingly i used to respect them...I still don know if twas out of fear or twas passive...But i did consider them as someone important in my life.I was pretty much amused to find lot of guys lik me standing in awe before seniors.Well we had a small introduction by the hostel warden at night around 8 and then he left by 9....And then the party started.....RAGGING.....Twas a scary situation.We were asked to stand in a row n lik picking a prostitute or something,a bunch of seniors would pick one of us and would disappear...Infact what was happening went in accordance to my dads description...Well The rule was simple as far as i was concerned.....Respect seniors....
A topic was seldom required to start the party.The diversity and the creativity that they displayed amused me ! Well i was caught on the grounds of having a moustache...And i had to shave it..I dint resist thou i hated to look the 'me without moustache'.I had really tough time to meet up new friends in a completely new school,but st.Thomas gifted me some really good ppl around,ah thats a diff story....Well back in hostel,i was the only one who chose STRS..Every other hostelmate were NRIs n they chose STCS,the CBSE stream....But i had around 7 seniors from STRS,2 of them in science stream...The commerce stream had the BHAIs...Lik the underworld villians....
The first week twas introductions and getting to know the YOU...Well thats what ragging is al about ryt..The method they adopted seemed rough to me but now i realize twas good....Too good...Its true over 6 months they ragged me...Lik anything...I must have received around 300 cherry toppings n hamburgers...Oh btw a cherry topping is getting ur nipple pinched and a hamburger is getting your shoulder muscle(trapezius) pulled...I still remember him coming n askin casually ,"hey pk,u want a cherry topping"(oh ya i was known as pk even to seniors back then,cos of that initials all over my stuff lik books,bucket etc)...They had the right to make us stand in the sun for hours...The max i stood was 15min :)...I carried water for seniors lik a million times...There was even this game where we had to climb on top of our racks n run when our seniors would try to hit us with tennis ball till we fell...I was kinda challenge for them cos i never fell till date :) n that made me climb the racks often !!! There were times when i was used as stumps when seniors played indoor cricket...And there was this crazy game,where i had to lie down with my legs spread n was used as a hole,when seniors played golf with hockey ball (if only u knew how hard a hockey ball was)....Well yes it was lot of torture to say...Around 14 of first years' dropped out from hostel....But there were some good things that came with all the torture as far as i was concerned....Respect...Yes the seniors liked me !! Not oly just to rag but they taught me lots of things,which i listened to,keeping my dad's words in mind...Respect seniors,they r there to help you...They taught me basketball,hockey,table tennis....Somebody even taught me to wash my clothes !! They took care of me when i was sick ! Its lik i had a whole bunch of brothers around me....The most prized thing that they taught me was.....ROCK MUSIC n ya sex !! The bond between us grew in hostel through the fun we'd in chapel..In the mess...In the playground...Running in the rain...Playing in the quadrangle...Even in studies n finally in school where my seniors were nothing less than my big brother....One year flew just lik that....i was in tears on the farewell day....I still remember the hug and the last hamburger my senior gave before leaving the hostel......Leaving me as a senior....To roll on the tradition......What does ragging mean to u ?
Ragging........What picture does this word bring to ur mind ?? I'm not quite sure abt what its in your mind.Is it u being ragged or you ragging ! I bet its you being ragged....Well i just thought abt the ragging that i miss...Yes u heard it right,I MISS RAGGING....
Twas the month of june 2002...I was so proudly holding my class X marks sheet with an air of dignity in front of the principal's room of st.Thomas residential school tvm,one of the best schools of my tym.The principal talked to me as if i was an average student n he was scoffing at me on all points.Though i felt bad then,i realised later that an 89.83 % was a mere average in STRS.Back in st.Mary's , from where i came, i was sort of a hero...Mine was the record mark in the 25yr school history !! And the second rank stood 53marks behind me(thats a 9%)....Huh...My world was changing....It was june 14th,2002...My first day in hostel.Its not the first time i am being away from home..I'd been to 5day camps n even a month away from home during summer hols.And i thought its going to be ok.Just one thing was different here.I dint know anyone here....
For the first time i was going to have seniors....Those ppl whom my dad had given me a lot of info on(dad being in medical college seemed to know lot abt ragging)....So twas automatically imprinted in my mind that seniors were to be respected n interestingly i used to respect them...I still don know if twas out of fear or twas passive...But i did consider them as someone important in my life.I was pretty much amused to find lot of guys lik me standing in awe before seniors.Well we had a small introduction by the hostel warden at night around 8 and then he left by 9....And then the party started.....RAGGING.....Twas a scary situation.We were asked to stand in a row n lik picking a prostitute or something,a bunch of seniors would pick one of us and would disappear...Infact what was happening went in accordance to my dads description...Well The rule was simple as far as i was concerned.....Respect seniors....
A topic was seldom required to start the party.The diversity and the creativity that they displayed amused me ! Well i was caught on the grounds of having a moustache...And i had to shave it..I dint resist thou i hated to look the 'me without moustache'.I had really tough time to meet up new friends in a completely new school,but st.Thomas gifted me some really good ppl around,ah thats a diff story....Well back in hostel,i was the only one who chose STRS..Every other hostelmate were NRIs n they chose STCS,the CBSE stream....But i had around 7 seniors from STRS,2 of them in science stream...The commerce stream had the BHAIs...Lik the underworld villians....
The first week twas introductions and getting to know the YOU...Well thats what ragging is al about ryt..The method they adopted seemed rough to me but now i realize twas good....Too good...Its true over 6 months they ragged me...Lik anything...I must have received around 300 cherry toppings n hamburgers...Oh btw a cherry topping is getting ur nipple pinched and a hamburger is getting your shoulder muscle(trapezius) pulled...I still remember him coming n askin casually ,"hey pk,u want a cherry topping"(oh ya i was known as pk even to seniors back then,cos of that initials all over my stuff lik books,bucket etc)...They had the right to make us stand in the sun for hours...The max i stood was 15min :)...I carried water for seniors lik a million times...There was even this game where we had to climb on top of our racks n run when our seniors would try to hit us with tennis ball till we fell...I was kinda challenge for them cos i never fell till date :) n that made me climb the racks often !!! There were times when i was used as stumps when seniors played indoor cricket...And there was this crazy game,where i had to lie down with my legs spread n was used as a hole,when seniors played golf with hockey ball (if only u knew how hard a hockey ball was)....Well yes it was lot of torture to say...Around 14 of first years' dropped out from hostel....But there were some good things that came with all the torture as far as i was concerned....Respect...Yes the seniors liked me !! Not oly just to rag but they taught me lots of things,which i listened to,keeping my dad's words in mind...Respect seniors,they r there to help you...They taught me basketball,hockey,table tennis....Somebody even taught me to wash my clothes !! They took care of me when i was sick ! Its lik i had a whole bunch of brothers around me....The most prized thing that they taught me was.....ROCK MUSIC n ya sex !! The bond between us grew in hostel through the fun we'd in chapel..In the mess...In the playground...Running in the rain...Playing in the quadrangle...Even in studies n finally in school where my seniors were nothing less than my big brother....One year flew just lik that....i was in tears on the farewell day....I still remember the hug and the last hamburger my senior gave before leaving the hostel......Leaving me as a senior....To roll on the tradition......
Ragging........What picture does this word bring to ur mind ?? I'm not quite sure abt what its in your mind.Is it u being ragged or you ragging ! I bet its you being ragged....Well i just thought abt the ragging that i miss...Yes u heard it right,I MISS RAGGING....
Twas the month of june 2002...I was so proudly holding my class X marks sheet with an air of dignity in front of the principal's room of st.Thomas residential school tvm,one of the best schools of my tym.The principal talked to me as if i was an average student n he was scoffing at me on all points.Though i felt bad then,i realised later that an 89.83 % was a mere average in STRS.Back in st.Mary's , from where i came, i was sort of a hero...Mine was the record mark in the 25yr school history !! And the second rank stood 53marks behind me(thats a 9%)....Huh...My world was changing....It was june 14th,2002...My first day in hostel.Its not the first time i am being away from home..I'd been to 5day camps n even a month away from home during summer hols.And i thought its going to be ok.Just one thing was different here.I dint know anyone here....
For the first time i was going to have seniors....Those ppl whom my dad had given me a lot of info on(dad being in medical college seemed to know lot abt ragging)....So twas automatically imprinted in my mind that seniors were to be respected n interestingly i used to respect them...I still don know if twas out of fear or twas passive...But i did consider them as someone important in my life.I was pretty much amused to find lot of guys lik me standing in awe before seniors.Well we had a small introduction by the hostel warden at night around 8 and then he left by 9....And then the party started.....RAGGING.....Twas a scary situation.We were asked to stand in a row n lik picking a prostitute or something,a bunch of seniors would pick one of us and would disappear...Infact what was happening went in accordance to my dads description...Well The rule was simple as far as i was concerned.....Respect seniors....
A topic was seldom required to start the party.The diversity and the creativity that they displayed amused me ! Well i was caught on the grounds of having a moustache...And i had to shave it..I dint resist thou i hated to look the 'me without moustache'.I had really tough time to meet up new friends in a completely new school,but st.Thomas gifted me some really good ppl around,ah thats a diff story....Well back in hostel,i was the only one who chose STRS..Every other hostelmate were NRIs n they chose STCS,the CBSE stream....But i had around 7 seniors from STRS,2 of them in science stream...The commerce stream had the BHAIs...Lik the underworld villians....
The first week twas introductions and getting to know the YOU...Well thats what ragging is al about ryt..The method they adopted seemed rough to me but now i realize twas good....Too good...Its true over 6 months they ragged me...Lik anything...I must have received around 300 cherry toppings n hamburgers...Oh btw a cherry topping is getting ur nipple pinched and a hamburger is getting your shoulder muscle(trapezius) pulled...I still remember him coming n askin casually ,"hey pk,u want a cherry topping"(oh ya i was known as pk even to seniors back then,cos of that initials all over my stuff lik books,bucket etc)...They had the right to make us stand in the sun for hours...The max i stood was 15min :)...I carried water for seniors lik a million times...There was even this game where we had to climb on top of our racks n run when our seniors would try to hit us with tennis ball till we fell...I was kinda challenge for them cos i never fell till date :) n that made me climb the racks often !!! There were times when i was used as stumps when seniors played indoor cricket...And there was this crazy game,where i had to lie down with my legs spread n was used as a hole,when seniors played golf with hockey ball (if only u knew how hard a hockey ball was)....Well yes it was lot of torture to say...Around 14 of first years' dropped out from hostel....But there were some good things that came with all the torture as far as i was concerned....Respect...Yes the seniors liked me !! Not oly just to rag but they taught me lots of things,which i listened to,keeping my dad's words in mind...Respect seniors,they r there to help you...They taught me basketball,hockey,table tennis....Somebody even taught me to wash my clothes !! They took care of me when i was sick ! Its lik i had a whole bunch of brothers around me....The most prized thing that they taught me was.....ROCK MUSIC n ya sex !! The bond between us grew in hostel through the fun we'd in chapel..In the mess...In the playground...Running in the rain...Playing in the quadrangle...Even in studies n finally in school where my seniors were nothing less than my big brother....One year flew just lik that....i was in tears on the farewell day....I still remember the hug and the last hamburger my senior gave before leaving the hostel......Leaving me as a senior....To roll on the tradition......What does ragging mean to u ?
Ragging........What picture does this word bring to ur mind ?? I'm not quite sure abt what its in your mind.Is it u being ragged or you ragging ! I bet its you being ragged....Well i just thought abt the ragging that i miss...Yes u heard it right,I MISS RAGGING....
Twas the month of june 2002...I was so proudly holding my class X marks sheet with an air of dignity in front of the principal's room of st.Thomas residential school tvm,one of the best schools of my tym.The principal talked to me as if i was an average student n he was scoffing at me on all points.Though i felt bad then,i realised later that an 89.83 % was a mere average in STRS.Back in st.Mary's , from where i came, i was sort of a hero...Mine was the record mark in the 25yr school history !! And the second rank stood 53marks behind me(thats a 9%)....Huh...My world was changing....It was june 14th,2002...My first day in hostel.Its not the first time i am being away from home..I'd been to 5day camps n even a month away from home during summer hols.And i thought its going to be ok.Just one thing was different here.I dint know anyone here....
For the first time i was going to have seniors....Those ppl whom my dad had given me a lot of info on(dad being in medical college seemed to know lot abt ragging)....So twas automatically imprinted in my mind that seniors were to be respected n interestingly i used to respect them...I still don know if twas out of fear or twas passive...But i did consider them as someone important in my life.I was pretty much amused to find lot of guys lik me standing in awe before seniors.Well we had a small introduction by the hostel warden at night around 8 and then he left by 9....And then the party started.....RAGGING.....Twas a scary situation.We were asked to stand in a row n lik picking a prostitute or something,a bunch of seniors would pick one of us and would disappear...Infact what was happening went in accordance to my dads description...Well The rule was simple as far as i was concerned.....Respect seniors....
A topic was seldom required to start the party.The diversity and the creativity that they displayed amused me ! Well i was caught on the grounds of having a moustache...And i had to shave it..I dint resist thou i hated to look the 'me without moustache'.I had really tough time to meet up new friends in a completely new school,but st.Thomas gifted me some really good ppl around,ah thats a diff story....Well back in hostel,i was the only one who chose STRS..Every other hostelmate were NRIs n they chose STCS,the CBSE stream....But i had around 7 seniors from STRS,2 of them in science stream...The commerce stream had the BHAIs...Lik the underworld villians....
The first week twas introductions and getting to know the YOU...Well thats what ragging is al about ryt..The method they adopted seemed rough to me but now i realize twas good....Too good...Its true over 6 months they ragged me...Lik anything...I must have received around 300 cherry toppings n hamburgers...Oh btw a cherry topping is getting ur nipple pinched and a hamburger is getting your shoulder muscle(trapezius) pulled...I still remember him coming n askin casually ,"hey pk,u want a cherry topping"(oh ya i was known as pk even to seniors back then,cos of that initials all over my stuff lik books,bucket etc)...They had the right to make us stand in the sun for hours...The max i stood was 15min :)...I carried water for seniors lik a million times...There was even this game where we had to climb on top of our racks n run when our seniors would try to hit us with tennis ball till we fell...I was kinda challenge for them cos i never fell till date :) n that made me climb the racks often !!! There were times when i was used as stumps when seniors played indoor cricket...And there was this crazy game,where i had to lie down with my legs spread n was used as a hole,when seniors played golf with hockey ball (if only u knew how hard a hockey ball was)....Well yes it was lot of torture to say...Around 14 of first years' dropped out from hostel....But there were some good things that came with all the torture as far as i was concerned....Respect...Yes the seniors liked me !! Not oly just to rag but they taught me lots of things,which i listened to,keeping my dad's words in mind...Respect seniors,they r there to help you...They taught me basketball,hockey,table tennis....Somebody even taught me to wash my clothes !! They took care of me when i was sick ! Its lik i had a whole bunch of brothers around me....The most prized thing that they taught me was.....ROCK MUSIC n ya sex !! The bond between us grew in hostel through the fun we'd in chapel..In the mess...In the playground...Running in the rain...Playing in the quadrangle...Even in studies n finally in school where my seniors were nothing less than my big brother....One year flew just lik that....i was in tears on the farewell day....I still remember the hug and the last hamburger my senior gave before leaving the hostel......Leaving me as a senior....To roll on the tradition......
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