Tulika part4

9 01 2009

Rekha recounted this to Tulika, who took it as a direct insult on herself. Tulika then reached out to her 2nd year counter-parts in the Boys hostel seeking revenge. This resulted in an overnight, sleepless ragging session for Vijay. He was asked to get a boiled egg at 2 AM; he was stripped naked; he was asked to lick the cement floor of the hostel room; he was asked to piss into a steel bucket connected to a live wire; and what not. News of this incident echoed throughout the hostel and it reached me via Naveen. I washed my hands in the half-eaten plate and stormed into the 2nd year rooms.





Tulika part3

8 01 2009

The freshers had just trooped in and ragging sessions were in full swing. I neither encouraged nor discouraged ragging. I was of the opinion that ragging was a necessary evil, but never did openly declare the same.  Extreme cases were directed towards me. I didn’t encourage it, but I had no choice in it either. And Tulika’s was one such extreme case, atleast as deemed by the majority of the hostel.

Tulika had subdued one of her first semester juniors, Rekha, to hand over a rose to some guy named Vijay in her class. Vijay hailed from the same taluk as Naveen and I had received several boisterous feedback about his attitude. No surprises when Vijay threw the rose back in Rekha’s face.





Tulika part2

30 12 2008

“No you didn’t! You thought the note was for you, didn’t you?”, said Shilpa slyly.

“I… ah…”

“Come on Arjun! A girl and proposing to YOU! Ha ha!”, said Shilpa, breaking into giggles.

The momentary chirp of her laughter lightened the surrounding heaviness for that instant. But the painful truth in her statement bore its claws deep into my ego. She had dropped a stone in the silent waters of my agony and the ripples stung me.

“Yeah. Wont that be a sight?”, I said looking straight into her eyes, injecting a mix of pain and sarcasm in my words.

“Hey Arjun. I am sorry. I didn’t mean to…”

“Hey you! Come here”, I yelled cutting off Shilpa in mid-sentence.

I was looking beyond Shilpa. It was Tulika.

My history with Tulika dates back to my early 5th semester. Tulika was a 3rd semester student then. The 2nd year students were in adrenalin pumping josh, with having newly attained their first “senior” status in college. The final year students were busy with placements and were too busy to indulge in ragging. 3rd year students, such as ourselves, had already had our share of exercising authority as seniors and were the unofficial moderators during the ragging phase.





Tulika part1

26 12 2008

Shilpa’s words ripped through the walls of my hollow ears like the cacophony of finger-nails screeching against a chalk-board. The hollowness in my ears vibrated like the stem of a tuning fork.

“What?!?”, I squealed in shocked disbelief.

“Didn’t you see the name on the note? It was in the bottom left corner of…”, asked Shilpa, slightly tilting her head.

“No…I…”, I said as I struggled to recollect the image of the bloody note I had seen.

“Oh! I thought you saw it! And that’s why I thought you freaked out”, exclaimed Shilpa, widening her eyes.

“No… I mean… Yes… I did see it… Yeah… I did… I did”, I managed to mumble, in an attempt to save myself from obvious embarrassment.