Why SHUD I??...continued

He signaled his classmates-u know clapping his right hand on fist of left hand, signifying- Lets F**K him.

They took him to the secluded spot which was visited just by stray dogs present in the campus. This spot, we later discovered as the famous ragging spot of our college-"THE FRESH BLOOD ZONE”. Any ways, about 15 guys circled him.

"So, I look like a moron to you sir?"-bhai mocked slapping him so hard that his specs fell a fair distance short of the world record of the time - 6.86 metres

"Sorry, dude" he said apologetically (really heartfelt sorry as if he was meeting his pregnant wife after 5 months). Also he had by now realized the seriousness of the situation.

"Asshole" "piece of shit" "slap" "thud"-those 5 minutes had a lot of sound for his normal human mind to decipher at the same time. At the end of those 5 minutes he lay exhausted as if had had a good rough round of sex. But there were no cigarettes around... in fact; two of em’ had to carry him on their shoulder to drop the "piece of shit" at the hostel he was staying in. They did the job with the mastery of a craftsman- referred here as they slipped through without the warden noticing.

   Our warden- Mr. Azharuddin was a strict-faced,round,short guy with an even shorter temper.Somehow he got the air of the happenings. We all saw him go to MJ's room. The small,weak,almost transparent door slammed shut. We dont know what happened inside the room after that.

''I'll get them f**ked,i tell u". He told us.

"I've got contacts in this college, They wont escape, huh, not from meeeee"

The day after, we were all impressed as an identification parade and the suspension of the 15 seniors was carried out during a split of a second right in the morning-between 9hrs 15 mins 10sec to 9hrs 15mins 11sec (jus kidding...he he)

"That guy has got balls" I heard.

I’m a medium built average intelligent guy with an average height and good looks (kidding again- unless I sound like a total idiot to you- anyways being an idiot is a praise after Amir Khan’s “3 Idiots” became a super hit). Now back to our story again.
“Tell him and everyone in the first year that he is gonna get raped….Wait till the suspended ones are back….This suspension won t even last for a week, it never does…Clear???” Anil Bhayya, a burly senior with good looks and shaken brain said.
“Y…Y…Yes Bhayya…” I replied. We had to called our seniors “Bhayya”. It was the code there.
“Ok then leave and start working immediately…” he said.
“Ok”, I started leaving.
“Hello!!! Where??? Who will do the “Proff.Slap” for me, your dad????, he barked.
For those who dunno a Prof.Slap was a short term for professional slapping. It was again a code of conduct when you wanted a leave from seniors. You had to jump and grab your balls, slapping ur ass at the same time (sounds funny- but official warning-don’t try this at home). To my surprise the word had already spread.
MJ exclaimed “I don’t care, WHY SHOULD IIII..???I got 15 of those 20 to 30 seniors suspended. The have learned a lesson and don’t dare to do that again”.
We all believed him when he mentioned 30 seniors instead of 15- first due to the fact that he was a total stranger to us, then again he had got an achievement as that, to his name (I’m talking about the expulsion and not about his gang rape). Thus he became a hero among us…..MJ was an overnight star for first years and a nightmare to the seniors.
But achievements always come at a cost. He used to come to the college and go back in a white SKODA- u see, all that “Gang raping again” thing somehow got under his THICK skin. Even we did not know what we were doing when we were hailing his praises. No one would know what was in store for us. Thus began a tail of comedy, in fact a “COMEDY OF ErRoRs”

(To be continued on 12th Feb 10’)

WHY SHOULD I??????

All characters appearing in this work are purely not fictious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely intentional !!!



" WHY SHOULD I??"
"Whaaatt???" asked the dumbfounded seniors as if the "ICECREAM PARLOUR RAPE" case had just been charged onto them.
"Why should I????" he repeated heroically??
"coz we are the seniors....thats why asshole!!!!"
came a huge voice from behind. He looked back and saw a 5'3'' "TALL" lad in front of him with an expression resembling a devil, himself greeting his soul in hell.
"Welll...U can go to hell....Moron!!" came a sharp reply from our hero.The devil stared our hero into his eyes for about 10 secs. After those 10 secs he signalled others for something. They all got up.



As would be unfortunate with anyone(heroes included), our hero MJ was born on the unfortunate(again!!) date of the 1st of April 1989 in a fairly rich family, settled in DUFAAAI. 4 minutes after his father came back from the seventh heaven down to earth(to be precise.. The Delivery Room), he declared that the child would become a doctor. None can blame him, coz thats wat happens in Indian families. Your fate gets sealed within minutes after your birth. It even has happened to me and of course to most of you I think.


Anyways, much to parents annoyance, he took up engineering after a mini-pre independence style revolt that made a big crack in the overall foundation. From early childhood, he was good at "SCIENTIFIC DEDUCTION" as you would find out later.He was a good student,OK by my standards, 85% is great but all wont agree, atleast my parents wont. He even managed to get an admission to a fairly famous and successful college. The Kasthurba Mehtha College of Engg.,of course with a few managements seats reserved for SOME stinking rich too!!!!

"OOUUCCHHH!!!! dont touch my face!!!!!, it hurts!!!", MJ screamed.
"Sorry.." my room mate K.P apologized while wondering aloud. "But dude, who did this to you??!!". He touched his face again, this time out of sympathy.
"F**K...dont do that i say!!!!" he shouted as if to get his point to the principal sitting three miles away in an A/C room shut on all sides.

He lay on bed nursing his sour wrist and swollen face, while a flash back was playing in the background, in BLACK & WHITE, of all that happened on that FATEFUL day. The short lad we talked about is actually the life and live wire of the college, Siddhu Bhayya, as we later came to call him. He, as we later found out, was a good and helpful guy. But being the live wire, he was always at the fore front, be it studies or ragging. He was an all-rounder. So he used ti get away with most of the things.

Back to the "BLACK & WHITE" flash back. He signalled his class mates...

(TO BE CONTD on 4th Feb 10'......)


Why shud II???? continued...

He signaled his classmates-u know clapping his right hand on fist of left hand, signifying- Lets F**K him.

They took him to the secluded spot which was visited just by stray dogs present in the campus. This spot, we later discovered as the famous ragging spot of our college-"THE FRESH BLOOD ZONE”. Any ways, about 15 guys circled him.
"So, I look like a moron to you sir?"-bhai mocked slapping him so hard that his specs fell a fair distance short of the world record of the time - 6.86 metres
"Sorry, dude" he said apologetically (really heartfelt sorry as if he was meeting his pregnant wife after 5 months). Also he had by now realized the seriousness of the situation.

"Asshole" "piece of shit" "slap" "thud"-those 5 minutes had a lot of sound for his normal human mind to decipher at the same time. At the end of those 5 minutes he lay exhausted as if had had a good rough round of sex. But there were no cigarettes around... in fact; two of em’ had to carry him on their shoulder to drop the "piece of shit" at the hostel he was staying in. They did the job with the mastery of a craftsman- referred here as they slipped through without the warden noticing.
Our warden- Mr. Azharuddin was a strict-faced,round,short guy with an even shorter temper.Somehow he got the air of the happenings. We all saw him go to MJ's room. The small,weak,almost transparent door slammed shut. We dont know what happened inside the room after that.

''I'll get them f**ked,i tell u". He told us.
"I've got contacts in this college, They wont escape, huh, not from meeeee".

The day after, we were all impressed as an identification parade and the suspension of the 15 seniors was carried out during a split of a second right in the morning-between 9hrs 15 mins 10sec to 9hrs 15mins 11sec (jus kidding...he he...)
"That guy has got balls" I heard.
I’m a medium built average intelligent guy with an average height and good looks (kidding again- unless I sound like a total idiot to you- anyways being an idiot is a praise after Amir Khan’s “3 Idiots” became a super hit). Now back to our story again.
“Tell him and everyone in the first year that he is gonna get raped….Wait till the suspended ones are back….This suspension won t even last for a week, it never does…Clear???” Anil Bhayya, a burly senior with good looks and shaken brain said.
“Y…Y…Yes Bhayya…” I replied. We had to called our seniors “Bhayya”. It was the code there.
“Ok then leave and start working immediately…” he said.

“Ok”, I started leaving.
“Hello!!! Where??? Who will do the “Proff.Slap” for me, your dad????, he barked.
For those who dunno a Prof.Slap was a short term for professional slapping. It was again a code of conduct when you wanted a leave from seniors. You had to jump and grab your balls, slapping ur ass at the same time (sounds funny- but official warning-don’t try this at home). To my surprise the word had already spread.
MJ exclaimed “I don’t care, WHY SHOULD IIII..???I got 15 of those 20 to 30 seniors suspended. The have learned a lesson and don’t dare to do that again”.
We all believed him when he mentioned 30 seniors instead of 15- first due to the fact that he was a total stranger to us, then again he had got an achievement as that, to his name (I’m talking about the expulsion and not about his gang rape). Thus he became a hero among us…..MJ was an overnight star for first years and a nightmare to the seniors.
But achievements always come at a cost. He used to come to the college and go back in a white SKODA- u see, all that “Gang raping again” thing somehow got under his THICK skin. Even we did not know what we were doing when we were hailing his praises. No one would know what was in store for us. Thus began a tail of comedy, in fact a “COMEDY OF ErRoRs”
(To be continued on 15th Feb 10’)