The 1st year
I had a very auspicious start to my college life. I was ragged the very first day and became popular instantly as the freshers saw me rowing a titanic boat oustide the freshers party hall. I also learnt that the one thing you are not supposed to tell your seniors when they question you is ‘I don’t know’. You would invariably be asked to do what you don’t know. After the first few months, all of us (the freshers) were pretty comfortable (read 'used to') with the new environment.
Now for the most hilarious incident of the 1st year. Actually it happened even before I officially joined the college. I was asked to come to the college and complete the joining formalities before the classes started and so it was me, my mom and dad at the college on an afternoon. We were asked to have tea and biscuits. I had mine but I did not know how to dispose off my used Cup. Just then I saw a maid and showed her the cup and saucer and asked her to take care of it. She just gave me a glare and said there will be people attending to it. I was still wondering what went wrong and carried on with my parents into the correspondent’s room. When I came back outside and asked the receptionist who the maid was I realized to my horror that his lady was the chemistry lecturer for first year students. I silently slipped away without being seen by her and hoped that she would’nt be my lecturer. But as luck would have had it she tormented our whole class for the next 1 year allegedly teaching chemistry. In fact, my friends weren’t surprised that I mistook her for a maid ( read ‘aaya’ in tamil) but felt that I went overboard handing over my used tea cups to her ;-)
Our 1st year A section was arguably the most notorious class as it had mostly mechanical engineering students. The maths lecturer had a difficult time teaching anything useful to us as most of us would keep pulling his legs all the time. His standard threatening line was – ‘ En kitta vechukaathenga . I am from loyola. Mind it’. We then realized that he had learnt these lines from somebody else and dint really mean any of these. The easiest way to while away the maths class was to look for instances to laugh. Yes, that’s what we did. We used to laugh heavily for anything even remotely humorous that he utters in class. It only takes one person to start and the rest of the class will follow suit (it was surprising that even the girls in our class joined us). There was a guy called ‘Wasim’ who had this peculiar way of laughing which resembled long and deep hiccups. He used to go for atleast 5 seconds more than the last person who stopped laughing. Sometimes even if the poor maths lecturer doest crack jokes, a simple shy smile from him is enough to send the class into ruptures. We deliberately tried to laugh longer and harder so that we can avoid his math problems.
As the first year went on, the proxies started. We had some eager seniors popping up to our class to sight-adichify our class girls. Sleeping in class was common, but we had classmates who would actually snore in the class !
The best thing was that we never had any internals then and so teachers had a hard time controlling us. We became more and more unruly as days went by and by the time we completed our 1st year we were the new rogues of Crescent !
…to be continued…
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