Continuing from previous post: I was dropped by bus at Rajputna hostel of ITBHU. I was thinking about the condition of the hostel but it was looking quite satisfactory. Warden of my hostel was S.H. Hasan (I don't like him from the first day).
Next day was my registration at the college. The days of adventure or freelancing kick start here. I was sent alone by my parents for my registration to S.B. hall where orientation was going on.
My father was told by warden that there so much strictness, no rag can happen. And I was also ready for small rag but seniors with old tricks lay ahead of me like pack of hunters. I was walking alone from Rajputana to S.B. hall and was interrupted five times by the seniors. I was asked name and my native place. I was really scared last time as a senior told me that Mechanical is most bhokali branch and ragging is more in this than any other branch. I was now attending the address by director and sitting by good luck between 2nd yearites. After boring speech was over, the formalities of registration and bank accounts were over soon.
Zaheer Khan sir headed us for a guided tour of our department. I recalled this poem after experiencing the environment of the institute. Institute gives me feel of old and arrogant king walking with pride on shoulders of past without changing with time. Tour was over soon.
My roll no. was 20040603; Room no. 28 Rajputana; And the day in ITBHU had started....
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