This is how it began

It was cool breezy day. I clearly remember the date and I m pretty sure that all of my batch mates can recall it with a blink of eyes. It was 20^th august 2003. Kalka mail arrived at the howrah station. As usual it was late. I was pretty amazed to see the station. It was a dead end for the trains. Cars could be driven right up to the platform. I knew this is it, this is the place where I would be living the most unforgettable moments of my life. KOLKATA. But I never knew that 6yrs from that day I would be sitting in my couch scribing about it.

The first time I saw two smartly dressed gentlemen standing at exit in white uniform I thought that dress would look better on me. J they escorted us to the MERI college bus. We loaded our luggage and the engine started roaring. I started to looking at the faces of the people crowding the bus. I was looking at excited but little bit sad faces of the guys with whom I was about to start my journey of MERI.I cant recall who were there in the bus but I know for sure that there was guy with mischievous smile. No wonder later he was nick named as smiley. Yes you are right my friend he was our one and only Mr.B.Tarun. While our bus was rolling on the Howrah bridge I stared at the engineering marvel. All rivets no bolts. Our bus crossed esplanade and rushed towards kidderopore. On our way I first saw tram in my life. It was pretty amazing. Finally after 45 mins of pretty awesome drive we reached to the Entrance of MERI. The white colored iron gates were wide open to welcome bunch of chimps who had came there to evolve into men rather I should say GENTLEMEN. The driver drove us directly to Junior Hostel. None of us had a clue that the gate, which we were about to enter, would lead us to a place worse than hell or one might say to a living hell. Our parents were directed to the college auditorium. We chimps were ordered to carry our luggage and move to recreation room. We were made to stand in fall-in. It was the first time when I heard that word FALL IN. As usual I was wearing a pair of skin tight jeans(every pair of jeans I had that time was skin tight only because I was pretty big.37inches of waist line and weighing 88kgs) and a Tee.3 smartly dressed gentlemen were there too. One of them ordered me to remove my belt and wrist watch and shouted “This is last time I am seeing u in jeans and tee. I wanna see you in formal trouser and shirt. Otherwise I ll fuck you and I will fuck you hard”. I nodded. Then we were told to have breakfast. I still remember I had bread pakora with jam that day. We were asked to carry our documents. W e were made to fall-in in front of junior hostel. One of them barked “look down all of you and start moving. Don’t fucking try to look at the senior hostel.” All the buggers were transferred to the auditorium. One by one we all submitted our original documents there. By the time the admission procedure got over it was evening. Sun was gone and moon started to appear in the sky.

All the new comers crowded the junior hostel with there parents. It was the meeting time.5-7pm. Our very dear SSC Mr.Priyank Madan was standing there with accommodation list in his hand. Dad asked him the room no. allotted to serial no.58.That was me. Serial No.58. Mr.Madan said faraday1. I was pretty amused to hear my room no. because it was the first room as you enter the hostel the hostel. Plus the quadrangle was right in front of it. How dumb was i. That was one the worst rooms one could get. And in my next post you will come to why. But I am sure most probably you are one of us, who already knows the reason. I was the first one to enter Faraday 1.There were 6 beds lying in the room. I picked a bed with coordinates faraday 1,2,2 because fan was directly above it and it was nearer to window and door was right in front of it. I thought cool breeze will cross ventilate over my bed only. J I happily kept my bedding on it and moved out. Finally Clock ticked 1900hrs and our parents had to leave. We went to our JUNIOR MESS. I barely ate anything because I was feeling bit low and I moved directly to my room. That moment I met for the very first time my roommates. I will name them bed coordinates wise. Mr.Abhinav Barnwal aka sweeper, Mr.Nitin Rathod aka chudapa, Mr. Rohit Kumar aka tilli, Mr.Neetin km.Verma aka saanp techno, and Mr.Gaurav Dubey aka gobar. We all introduced ourselves. When I first saw my roommates I laughed in my mind and said to myself they all are bloody skinny fellows. I can bloody fuck anyone any time or may be all of them together at the same time ;) I will rule them and I shouted out loud in my mind “I AM THE KING OF FARADAY 1” J But that moment lasted for few minutes only because a very high pitched irritating sound exploded our ears. That was the sound of our Hooter. It was 2100hrs.We all were made to Fall-In in the quadrangle for counting. Same as in prison, before putting the prisoner to their respective cells a final count is taken to ensure that nobody has escaped for the SHAWSHANK. Fall-in was taken by JCC maintenance Mr.Sharad Singh. He said “if any senior calls you in the night from the window don’t wake up”. A wave of fear shook me top to bottom I said to myself, “Asshole what have you done. You wanted a bed closer to window na. Now pay the fucking price.” I clearly remember Mr.Sharad Singh, while making an absurd gesture with his fingers, said more thing “if any one replies to the call or is found roaming in the corridors after you are ordered to switch off your lights he will have it from me. I will fucking play with his balls” That’s it, after that small but scary speech by Mr.Singh we all moved to our bed rooms. All the lights were switched off. I was dead tired and dozed off as soon as my bum felt the softness of my mattress.