Biology left me with little choices for my career -either to become a doctor or do nothing. Anyways as the decision was made by God (How? read chapter 1!) I had no other option but to go ahead. But never did I know that this will be my worst decision for my career and my life. I tried my best to get into medicals but destiny has got its own ways! I was denied a place in medical schools and I was compelled to go into a stream which I once mocked at- B.Pharm. I took AIEEE exam just for the sake of having one option (for bio students having one option is a great thing!). As my preparations for medicals were at striking distance and destiny was also playing its games, I solved the paper with ease and was got through. I did not want to screw my years so I decided to go to BIT mesra. BIT mesra is a very reputed name in the field of engineering study and many other streams. I was also mistook its reputation for engineering for B. pharm and went there with a dream of at least getting a good placement after four years. Destiny was making its moves very cleverly! But I was not the only one who was fooled into this B.Pharm thing, there were 30 other also.
There at the time of admissions I met with Vijendra, Chandan, Prabhat,, & Sadaf.A little bit of character description will be apt I suppose – looked cool to me as a very lively boy with lots of energy; Prabhat looked just the opposite . I didn’t gave much attention to Chandan but was a tall & muscular boy But it was Sadaf whom I did not like at all. He was from sainik School tillaiya , and was very proud. I and Vijendra became instant friends and were joking away to glory! We were given rooms in a dormitory as temporary arrangement as rooms were not vacant. There were 10 more students living there. We did not like the dorm initially but as you know what you don’t like initially might turn out to be the best thing you would ever get!
I brought my belongings next morning and shifted to my bed. There I saw one boy rigorously polishing his shoes. He was lean and thin and wearing a gamcha (towel but very thin). I just ignored him and started to get ready for my first class! I took out my pair of jeans and shirt to wear when that lean and thin boy said “Are you going to wear this for class?” I said “Yes! What else? This is college and here we don’t have any uniform or do we?” This introduced me one of the deadliest reality of engineering college- Ragging! The boy told me the being a fresher there are dictums to be followed made by the “mentors” (read seniors!). We have to wear formals with black shoes and hairs dripped in oil! The whole idea made me sick but had no option. I never had firsthand experience of ragging but had a nightmarish one second-hand! My elder bro had told me many instances of ragging n was screed from that.. So I decided not to take panga on the first day and searched frantically my bag for any formals. Luckyly I got one pant and I had many shirts as I loved white shirts. So, I was ready with Rakesh to go to colleges ( yes..the boy’s name was Rakesh, from deoghar ..a bit of ganwar type but I liked him for his straightforwardness.)
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