Good Over Bad

Bad Fashion DayS.........

gosh! those were the days when I joined the college and college meant to me was a platform to show your fashion statements like typical movies.With that sort of stuff in my mind I stepped in  the college.....here I am sharing my experiences of bad fashion days.

Memories took me back to the day when I joined the college. Since I was aware of horrors of ragging in medical colleges still I dared to step in, as a dream to be a doctor hijacked my mind and had just a dream in my glittering eyes .The very first day in hostel we were told to wear tricolor suits means suit, salwar and duppatas in all mismatched color to make us look weird, I believe senior hostel girl were little insecure about their boyfriends or crush whatever and to add miserabilities on our face they ordered us [the freshies ] to dip hair in hair oil and with that look they used to call us behenji though I was reluctant to use hair oils but I had no choice other than following their filthy orders .The next day I washed my hair to get rid of awful oiled look ,before it got dried I did not felt like oiled them so soon ,that time senior hostel girls gave me a hostile look as if I had committed any crime. Poor me they vomited bad words and said- what do you think of yourself youuuuuu freshie ? Don’t try to be smart ?we are smarter than you and know that you freshies wants to look good to impress boy .Poor me ,alone gasped those tears of mine.
I was literally scared of seniors and their bitter mouths .Some were good also they just used us to entertain them by dancing and singing so that they could study late night as they were in final years. One funny incidence I could never forget is that one of the senior gave me a task to knock the doors of hostelites and ask them whether they have boyfriend or not and if she have then how many? Some reacted weirdly, a few said come to my room and I will give some work. A few laughed over it and took it lightly. So I got mixed type responses but aftermath of this was not that good as I was told to make their practical file from start to finish. A few seniors used me as alarm clock ,that was my weakest point though but got punished if I could wake them up on time.

During those days I got an ankle sprain and since I was new to the college hardly anybody helped me as my batch mates  were new too to the college and scared to death from the seniors.
I used to cry alone but when I couldn’t control the pain I decided to go home during Diwali festival. Me and other three girls were going via train and we were 48 hrs far from our homes. We thought now we are free birds but then seniors who were going on Diwali time recognized us with tri-color suits and oiled hairs. We boarded the train in the night but when we got up in the morning we saw seniors were looking at us ,they were nice to us and said hello we are from this batch and asked us to give a brief intro and about hobbies. At that time we did not realize why they asked for hobbies but later on when they said since music is  your hobby you must be knowing peppy songs too so sing for us .Then they told that think you as if you are  participating in contest and then we will give you ranks accordingly. They make us accompany  beggars by singing ‘’tum to there pardesi saath kya nibhage subah pehli gadi se ghar to laut jaoge ‘’and then eunuch came and started complimenting us as Madhubala ,Shreedevi ,Madhuri,…….and started their performances. Actually this was happening with me for the first time so sometimes I felt like laughing but sometimes awkward. During ragging period I realized how to kill ego which was dancing on my head as I entered the medical college and thought that now I am something but that feeling faded away with ragging.
On a happy note those seniors who ragged us became so protective and helpful. They actually helped us .So we must encourage healthy ragging and the purpose must to be acquainted with
senior to build a healthy relationship and not to humiliate and kill the thrill of freshies.