Umm.... How do I start this one? It's been a long time since I've written for you people and frankly I'm thinking of stopping this train of thoughts for your peace as well as mine. Yeah! NO More Petty Bullshit to attract views.
However, common sense states that when you have a part one of something, it's rude to leave a subject at a cliffhanger. Thus, let's continue the journey and hopefully you wont fall asleep. Cheers!
I'm almost certain that I left the last one on the day before the actual Fresher's Day, or was it something else? I'm too tired to even check! If there is an anomaly, my bad but please do not hope for any reimbursements for wasted time. Also, it would be cool if you read the first part to have a context about the second part right now, otherwise you will be in the same mental state like me when I'm attending a Maths Class. So....Yeah let's begin!
I will not even try to remember the date when the Fresher's Day was organized for us, so for the sake of the story, let's assume it to be 31st February. It was a pleasant enough morning with a slight humidity and I can swear that Humidity is the only constant in this constantly changing city. We, i.e, the males and females of the first year of Electrical Engineering department, were gathered in front of the department building, which was, of course locked because why give students the basic necessities like sitting space and fans when it is much more enjoyable to let them rot in the sun with their kurtas and sarees.
Someone, then, said to us that we were the fools to stand there and that the party was in an auditorium conveniently located at the exact distance where my legs wouldn't take me, but I was determined to get there because of the sweet thoughts of the promised delicious food. So, on I went and reached the destination at twice the time a normal human being would have taken.
I won't lie, the stage was beautifully set and there was A.C. This was actually a pleasant surprise. We (again, the males and .... you get the idea) sat down for the show and in our innocent, just-came-to-enjoy-in-college minds, we thought that people would perform for us, we would get food and then Bye-Bye but boy were we wrong!
Everything went according to the aforementioned idea until the first person from our batch got up on the stage to recite a poem in Bengali. Judging by the laughs in the crowd, he was either reciting a funny poem or his poetry was so bad that people were laughing at him. I decided to go with the former theory and that was actually the correct one. The poor boy had only three paragraphs out of his mouth when we heard the sound of a second mic turn on and then we knew what we were really into! I dont exactly remember how he was roasted but I remember enough to know that the roasting was more understandable and funnier than the poem itself. I'm gonna miss the fourth year people for their sense of humor.
Now, that the first act was over, we more or less knew what to expect next but there is this one act sewn into my mind. I dont really remember its chronological order but that was by far the best acts of the evening. It started normally like any bengali poem, there were lots of obscure words and a steady rhythm like one in Puja mantras but the main shock came when we heard a LOUD MOAN.
See, the problem now is I dont know how to explain the moan. The people who were with me in the room know exactly what I'm talking about but for the readers who were not there, I'll have to improvise in this family friendly blog. For the story's sake, just imagine that you are sitting on the commode and you've been suffering from constipation the entire day. With me till here? Now, you've just let out the largest dump in the history of mankind and you just let out a sound of relief! Now, imagine the sound from the mouth of a female Homo Sapiens. That is the most non-sexual way in which I can describe the sound.
I can feel you cringing from here in Jamshedpur but you will have to imagine the state of mind of the boy who was reciting something that I'm Sure is a critically acclaimed poem. He was urged to go on by the seniors and as his tempo picked up, so did the intensity of the "Sound". He didn't even have the guts to finish it and the entire auditorium was in fits. The exact situation that describes LMFAO.
After that was the extremely normal process of calling the juniors one by one on the stage and taking "Intros" and that is when we fuckin lost it. We pretended to be hungry as we had never been and then there was a break in which we got our free food!Yeah!
After the delicate consumption of the delicious morsels, we needed a plan to get out without being noticed so that the same fate does not befall us and we were not reduced to shy people getting abruptly off the stage. One of them got off easy because the food made him vomit and many went away unseen in this fiasco but (un?)fortunately I wasn't one of them. A stranger from 3rd year got hold of me and two of my friends and started narrating the tale of how he was a great dancer and his ambitions were high and how he had an album releasing the next day. Basically, he was your everyday stud! That man stopped me from running out and thus when the break ended, we were ushered back in.
Just as I stepped into the darkened auditorium, I felt myself resisting attempts on my life which I later learned were efforts to make me stand on the stage and be a puppet of amusements for my seniors.
What happened next will blow your mind! Well, not physically, it's just a clickbait technique used to make people interested in the topic and I am an idiot to explain it to you guys. Guess I'm continuing the story in the next post, if there is one.(?)
Thank you ladies and gentlemen so much for stopping by and as always I might see you in the next post. Buh-Bye!
However, common sense states that when you have a part one of something, it's rude to leave a subject at a cliffhanger. Thus, let's continue the journey and hopefully you wont fall asleep. Cheers!
I'm almost certain that I left the last one on the day before the actual Fresher's Day, or was it something else? I'm too tired to even check! If there is an anomaly, my bad but please do not hope for any reimbursements for wasted time. Also, it would be cool if you read the first part to have a context about the second part right now, otherwise you will be in the same mental state like me when I'm attending a Maths Class. So....Yeah let's begin!
I will not even try to remember the date when the Fresher's Day was organized for us, so for the sake of the story, let's assume it to be 31st February. It was a pleasant enough morning with a slight humidity and I can swear that Humidity is the only constant in this constantly changing city. We, i.e, the males and females of the first year of Electrical Engineering department, were gathered in front of the department building, which was, of course locked because why give students the basic necessities like sitting space and fans when it is much more enjoyable to let them rot in the sun with their kurtas and sarees.
Someone, then, said to us that we were the fools to stand there and that the party was in an auditorium conveniently located at the exact distance where my legs wouldn't take me, but I was determined to get there because of the sweet thoughts of the promised delicious food. So, on I went and reached the destination at twice the time a normal human being would have taken.
I won't lie, the stage was beautifully set and there was A.C. This was actually a pleasant surprise. We (again, the males and .... you get the idea) sat down for the show and in our innocent, just-came-to-enjoy-in-college minds, we thought that people would perform for us, we would get food and then Bye-Bye but boy were we wrong!
Everything went according to the aforementioned idea until the first person from our batch got up on the stage to recite a poem in Bengali. Judging by the laughs in the crowd, he was either reciting a funny poem or his poetry was so bad that people were laughing at him. I decided to go with the former theory and that was actually the correct one. The poor boy had only three paragraphs out of his mouth when we heard the sound of a second mic turn on and then we knew what we were really into! I dont exactly remember how he was roasted but I remember enough to know that the roasting was more understandable and funnier than the poem itself. I'm gonna miss the fourth year people for their sense of humor.
Now, that the first act was over, we more or less knew what to expect next but there is this one act sewn into my mind. I dont really remember its chronological order but that was by far the best acts of the evening. It started normally like any bengali poem, there were lots of obscure words and a steady rhythm like one in Puja mantras but the main shock came when we heard a LOUD MOAN.
See, the problem now is I dont know how to explain the moan. The people who were with me in the room know exactly what I'm talking about but for the readers who were not there, I'll have to improvise in this family friendly blog. For the story's sake, just imagine that you are sitting on the commode and you've been suffering from constipation the entire day. With me till here? Now, you've just let out the largest dump in the history of mankind and you just let out a sound of relief! Now, imagine the sound from the mouth of a female Homo Sapiens. That is the most non-sexual way in which I can describe the sound.
I can feel you cringing from here in Jamshedpur but you will have to imagine the state of mind of the boy who was reciting something that I'm Sure is a critically acclaimed poem. He was urged to go on by the seniors and as his tempo picked up, so did the intensity of the "Sound". He didn't even have the guts to finish it and the entire auditorium was in fits. The exact situation that describes LMFAO.
After that was the extremely normal process of calling the juniors one by one on the stage and taking "Intros" and that is when we fuckin lost it. We pretended to be hungry as we had never been and then there was a break in which we got our free food!Yeah!
After the delicate consumption of the delicious morsels, we needed a plan to get out without being noticed so that the same fate does not befall us and we were not reduced to shy people getting abruptly off the stage. One of them got off easy because the food made him vomit and many went away unseen in this fiasco but (un?)fortunately I wasn't one of them. A stranger from 3rd year got hold of me and two of my friends and started narrating the tale of how he was a great dancer and his ambitions were high and how he had an album releasing the next day. Basically, he was your everyday stud! That man stopped me from running out and thus when the break ended, we were ushered back in.
Just as I stepped into the darkened auditorium, I felt myself resisting attempts on my life which I later learned were efforts to make me stand on the stage and be a puppet of amusements for my seniors.
What happened next will blow your mind! Well, not physically, it's just a clickbait technique used to make people interested in the topic and I am an idiot to explain it to you guys. Guess I'm continuing the story in the next post, if there is one.(?)
Thank you ladies and gentlemen so much for stopping by and as always I might see you in the next post. Buh-Bye!
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