Rated: 13 :P
These days you need to giving rating to your article otherwise. We might be offensive to few:D -- also bit long :)
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“Knock, Knock†after few seconds , the knock gets faster “Knock, Knock, and Knock.†Then the beat starts changing to “Dhad, Dhad, and Dhad.†Someone was trying to break into my room at 11:30 PM, Friday Night. It was my first Friday night in the hostel away from my country and home. My heart was pumping blood faster and faster and rhyming with the door beat. As, I was two weeks late to joining the college ,i had already heard horror stories of “Friday Nights†but never experienced until that night.
I covered my face with the bed sheet and didn’t move. I didn’t have blanket . In fact blanket is optional in South India. Two bed sheets made up pure Indian cotton was enough to cover your bottom and top even during winters.
The Knocks wouldn’t stop.
“Should I open the door or not ?â€Was the big question. This was not just an ordinary question but matter of life in hostel or death in hostel question. My fast beating heart told me “NO†while my head was telling me “YES†. “If I don’t open the door right now ,next time I would be held has defying the seniors call.†Oh boy! They would seriously enjoy me. If I open it, I was sure it was going to be a long night. Well , I decided to go with my heart as it was beating faster than veins of my brains. I didn’t move .
I layed flat on my back while covering my face with the bed sheet without making a slightest noise, like a dead body. If only they would come to know there was a juni(junior student ) inside and didn’t open , I was sure to become dead meat next day. I was shivering with fear and in the mean time my bladder was filling up. Dam it ! wrong timing ,It was getting ready to ditch me .I hadn’t urinated in my bed for last 14 years .Last time I did was when I was four and had to face such a humiliation and beating from my mother, that i never dared to do it again. I was not sure whether I was able keep up the record or not . Poor Bladder , it wasn’t his fault ,what could he do , it was my heart pumping blood faster and circulating fluids faster. This was too hard , remember you should never fight with Mother Nature’s call , but that night I was determined too.
After unsuccessful attempt to wake me up ,the frustrated senior left and started banging my neighbor’s door. Which was piece of cake , it just took one knock and “Squeak “ I could hear the door opening. I guess by now they were used to “ Friday Nights †routine.
After couple of minutes , I started hearing screams , people running around like crazy bulls, in the corridor. This wasn’t helping to solace by heart.
Our hostel or dorm (American way) had four floors ,on the 4th and top floor right wing rooms were for 2nd year seniors and left wing was allocated for the fresher. So, it was pretty much open borders like India and Nepal. Just like our Indian SSB brothers like to cross over drunk seniors used to cross over .But only on “Friday nights†after having some bottles of Bacardi from the “Sital bar and restaurant†which was only couple of miles away from the hostel. They would line up and take all fresher like war criminals into their barracks for the scariest court martial (sometime I heard it was funny as well )
I was not ready for this .I had never experienced such thing so no way I was going to enjoy this 3 hour long parade in the middle of the night.
By then my record of not peeing in bed was almost crumbling.
Luckily by 3 Am Saturday morning , the screams and the noise of people running around in the corridor was settling down .The craziness in corridor was over. I figured the buzz from the tandoori and Bacardi was wearing off.
After things settled down , I paid visit to the restroom. It was quit a relief. Next morning for the breakfast at the cafeteria , I found everyone laughing and talking as nothing had happened. While some where making fun of other. I was the only one left out of this whole excitement. I thought to myself ,“this wasn’t working, if I never experience this I would not have any story to tell my friends back home .I had to experience this .I had to..†I decided to face it next Friday Night.
To be continued..
next part Rated 18 :P
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