GREEN DADDY
Back in the year 2009,
The end of our ragging period marked a new era of
friendship with our seniors.
Though we were suppressed, forced to do stupid
things & slapped at times, we also grew up to be smart, confident and
social;
most importantly to stick together as a team, as a community in times
of adversity.
Now and then when I think of all these stuff, I
realize the real ‘Ragging’ is not within the campus gates.
It’s outside those gates where Life tests you,
beats you brutally & if you persist, it also rewards you…
‘Ragging‘ within the gates was much like a pep talk.
As the sophomore year began, we were the new senior
students of the college.
We could see a lot of new faces in the campus but
still the sex ratio sucked @ 5:1 i.e. for every female, five males had
to compete.
“It was a Do or Die!” situation, and
Those who emerged victorious were praised by the
fallen knights and the NITians of Durgapur.
My stupid friend & I were roaming around the campus, corridor to corridor
Picking up on newbies, showing off our new power
Yeah! Becoming a senior student of the college, a
member of the cult was like a super power & It was this time when i realized that
the ones above can always shit on the ones below in hierarchy
The true nature of corporate world.
the ones above can always shit on the ones below in hierarchy
The true nature of corporate world.
So I was trying my best not to be the worst senior
in the premises.
Suddenly we heard noises that was turning into
chaos from the first year classroom LH-10 (Lecture Hall-10)
I said to my buddy, “I don’t reckon our first year
batch going this wild, let’s teach them some manners.”
He agreed.
The moment we entered the room, the chatter turned
down.
With every step, the voices settled down until
there was a pin drop silence.
I addressed the class in a loud and firm tone
I asked them to amuse me with the discussion that
was going on.
Nobody Dared.
Damn! I felt so powerful.
I took a stroll around the room while my other
friend gave some shit to them.
There were some empty desks and benches at the back.
Just for fun, I pushed the desk and it collapsed making a loud bang that shook
the entire classroom.
I could smell fear.
I felt fucking Badass.
After few more minutes of lecture and intimidation,
On our way out, I saw a pretty girl dressed in white, must confess 'beautiful eyes'. I looked at her and she smiled.
All this was happening like in the movies, ‘Love at
first sight etc. etc.’
My stupid friend interrupted, “20 dollars says you
can’t propose her”.
Still looking at her I replied, “Sure can do my
friend”
As I walked to her, I think she got nervous and
shook her head down.
I asked her name & she replied “Sofia
Debbarma”.
I asked her native place & she replied “Tripura”.
She had a soft voice and prettier smile. J
My old roommate, John was from Tripura. He had
taught me ‘I Love you’ in Kockbro, native language of Tripura.
‘I
Love You’
‘Ang Kno Kno Humzago’
These words flashed in my mind the moment she said
she’s from Tripura.
I told her I knew some Kockbro
She looked amazed
I said with a broad smile “Ang Kno Kno Humzago,
Sofia”
She was awestruck I guess. Her friends kept
asking her.
The following evening my stupid friend got
numerous calls from the girls at LH (Ladies Hostel) enquiring about some
mischievous senior that proposed to a first year girl.
You see, this stupid friend of mine was a Devil in
disguise.
He was the flirtatious type
While I was the decent and gentleman type.
The girls @LH were surprised to know that it was
not the Devil but the Gentleman to pull it off.
Since that day they nicknamed me as ‘GREEN DADDY’
As the description Sofia gave was some senior
student in a green T-shirt.
I was happy to have made quite a name for myself.
Later I met her and cleared that it was just a
joke.
However somewhere inside I wished to seek a
relationship but I chickened out; I acted like a pussy maybe for the fear of
getting rejected.
And thus ends the story with us just being friends.
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