Stupendously Sublime

Here my friends is a post that comes straight from the heart, a stirring moment of beauty and vulnerability where i reveal all the moments that i have shared with these guys. For, those who still haven't figured out my tongue in cheek humour, idiots, these Lucknow-wallahs have made my life "interesting," for the want of a better word. This story, as with all my stories start with my entry into college and my meeting with the first of this species. Again for ease of reference we'll call him LW1. LW1: This particular creature (again, for the want of a better word), was one of the few guys whose intellectual level matched mine in my year, and let me tell you there were quite a few pretenders. He was nosy, incessantly irritating but a man of great drive and motivation. He took upon himself the unenviable task of trying to get me to work, which later compounded to hellish levels with the arrival of Messrs Zain Taha and Robin Chatterjee. Without the presence of this man the...

Let me start off by saying that, i comment on the real essence of ragging, not that mental and physical torture that masqueraded as ragging throughout medical and engineering colleges, which i actually abhor and think that society is better without it. Now, onwards, ragging my trusty internet connection says is "the practice in educational institutions in India and Sri Lanka that involves existing students baiting or bullying new students" and yes the issue is calcitrant in the indian education system, we hear of deaths and suicides, true abslutely true, some students who don't deserve to be called humans, do indulge in such practices, but not all and somehow somewhere we are worse off without ragging. Now that the politicaly correct stance is out of the way, i will just like to put a few pointers as to how and why, I being ragged helped me. I too went to an engineering college (most of those who read this will know) and like every single one of the freshers, i was scared...