The Chronicles of Roy - The Beginning

It was a lovely August morning and the clouds were leisurely strolling over the city, confused, to pour or not to pour that was the question. The G8 hall at the ground floor of GEC Raipur was flooded to its capacity with new idiots dreaming of becoming engineers. There was chaos, there was snafu, there was trepidation and there was anticipation. Boys mingled when they found someone of their type. We were slowly gathering in groups. The Hi's the Hello's and the where-are-you-from's were being exchanged...and then we came across an odd little guy. One look at his face reminded all of us of a pineapple, the ears like onion ring and a nose like the woodpecker's beak. He was not a one look guy; anyone who saw him had to had a second look at him. But unlike us...he was totally calm, at ease as if he has been through it all a million times. as we talked to him we realized he was even more horrified at the prospect of living in a hostel and going to college than any one of us...Now that passed and came the first night at the hostel. The thing is, when you are going to an engineering college is that you are mentally prepared for Ragging, an integral part of living in a hostel, and so were we. Anybody who whose face was not familiar was considered to be a senior and was avoided neatly. but not Roy, he loved meeting new people, at least he love until he met a real senior, was taken to a room, stripped, made to do different cung-foo poses in that sartorial condition and was slapped 30 times on the same cheek, as he tells us. When finally they let him go, the idiot instead of going away sat in front of that room and kept calling our names. We heard and we didn't know what to do so we ran for him and the moment we reached there the door opened again and we saw a whole battalion of seniors staring at us like the Roman army would have stared at the Gaul. But unlike Gaul, we couldn't fight, so we were taken in and believe me what they did to Roy was only a trailer of what they did to us.