Nausea

         (With no offence to the writing team, I have 'ingratiated' myself to kick off the epic journey..... )

Well, nauseating would be the exact state that I would describe myself to be in at the inception of this exhilarating tale. Beckoned by "the village" (the term I use to describe Greater Noida), and with tons of loaded luggage; both mental and physical; bereft of mental peace,plagued with melancholy kindled by the thoughts of  home; overflowing with opulent thoughts about the future;I had finally arrived at Galgotias' College Of Engineering And Technology. And as the title sums it; nausea was the result of the amalgamation of these varied feelings.Well, I'll be honest; I was stupefied to say the least. The remembrance of the advices/set of instructions given to me by my parents regarding monetary and academic control were still fresh in my mind. I was still in awe of the 'tragic' chain of events that took place in my home; ranging from my mother being reduced to tears, to my father's repeated vocals of what he expected of me,it all reverberated in my mind. The 'hallowed' entrance,bereft of emotions, manifolded the nervousness cum(no pun intended) ambiguities of upcoming events, to higher limits. The whole set-up looked like a perfect recipe for  disaster. Many walked about with bowed heads,donning circus like outfits, and with only traits of hair on their skulls! I knew I was to join this herd, a decision that was to be driven more by 'chiding' than by a choice.
                                                           I'll be honest in revealing the details. My appearance was more of a more of an 'opulent worshipper of debauchery' than an engineering freshman. So, not surprisingly most of the freshmen assumed me to be their senior and the 'cattle' did indeed give me a splendid welcome on the college gate itself. At first I was a bit hesitant;conscience was at loggerheads with inherent evil, but then as mostly, Satan got the better of me. So there I was, shamelessly enjoying the series of well-tuned mannerisms, like the bowed heads of the freshmen with their echoing voices that fearfully greeted me, and other similar acts that they had been oriented to; courtesy the ragging or more formally as the seniors described it; as the "personality development program(nicknamed PDP)". Dressed in a loose shirt,'ultra' low vest jeans with a cigarette box in one pocket and the lighter in the other (and as opposed to contrary belief I have not included these 'intimate' details on the grounds of seduction), hair of the length that could give Rapunzel a run for her money, I indeed didn't fit in the freshmen prototype.
                                                                    Well, my joys were short-lived! I was finally spotted by one of the more goons of the senior year and was unanimously dictated to mend my ways and orient as the rest of the freshmen.The weird and ambiguous nicknames of the seniors further instilled hypnotic and rancid emotions. In an hour's time my 'prolonged fringes' were  replaced with more of a cadet like hairstyle, a white shirt with a red third button coupled with black platted trousers formed my attire,the goatie was gone and it's vanishing act was coupled with the loss of sideburns as well. It was surprising to see what pressure coupled with vandalism could produce! My room-mates were a scared lot as well, and thus this 'fear' formed a good foundation for friendship to dwell in. Initially reluctant, they finally accepted me in their clan!
                                                            The  presence of the 'vices' of smoking and alcohol had a mixed effect in my nurturing in days to come. The seniors who practiced these vices welcomed me with open arms and the seniors who detested it naturally took it all out on me. Nonetheless, it made me popular among the masses; famous and infamous at the same time. On the first day itself I "attended" 6-8 hours of these gruelling PDP sessions; and was made to do a lot of humiliating things(most of which is beyond the scope of this chapter), ranging from spanking my as well as my peers asses coupled with wishing our pontiff seniors in a bent-up position where the upper half of the body made an exact right angle with lower half (nicknamed as the "offering" of a 90), to exhibiting positions and procedures depicting how we were to have intercourse with tables and beds and more worse ; with our peers. And the agony was still not over, as the tedious job of donning 'waterboy' avatars in service to our seniors awaited us. Bottle after bottle, room after room, I felt that filling water bottles had become more of a vocation for me.After some initial setbacks, finally my cover of nervousness vanquished and I finally started enjoying the  whole damn PDP shit.
                                                              The day had started on an enigmatic note and had happily ended on a much merrier one thereby fornicating thoughts of a happy and adventurous stay at Galgotias'. Day one had been exhaustive as well as elusive at the same time; prudence had started donning it's shoes. Yet, I had been oblivious of the other members on day one that comprise the writing team of this manuscript and who are as of now more of brothers than as friends; but as I now embark I knew that the journey had just begun and there were a lot of adventures to come my way; and numerous stories that were  just waiting to be written!

Theme For THIS Week

First Day In College...Cheesy but knock yerselves out.

--Crossed Roads

The First Few Steps Are Always The Hardest

Hi! I'd like to take this opportunity to say a few words. There's nothing more "exhilarating" (As Prateek would put it :P ), than having your memories recorded. Be it in print, semiconductor memory (Yeah I know, stop rolling your eyes), or the way I prefer it - In Words. A picture says a lot, but the real fun is in reminiscing! So that is just what we're gonna do right here. We'll try to make this place fun as well as tear jerkingly emo.



I'm just messing with ya on the last part ;)
Have fun reading.
Yours Sincerely - The Cross Roads Team.