Just shifted to my hostel in a city I had never been to. Everyone agreed that the colleges are good enough in this city and thus I had worked hard for getting admission into one of them. And I was successful and thus I was spending my first night in this hostel, without my family for the first time ever.!! Everyone said its a good college. I agreed to them but now I was feeling” why did I ??”

I was feeling the homesickness taking over my mind. But I knew it wouldn’t be good to let that happen. So, I picked up my guitar(Yes, I play guitar) and started singing some songs. I was passionate about singing and guitar. I had always dreamed of myself being a successful singer. I always liked to play my guitar when I was alone.

So, I was singing. But may be god had something else on his mind.

Lights went off. Power failure!! No fans in summers !!!! Shit.!!!

But that didn’t let my singing go down. I was still singing. But then when power failures happen in India, you have save yourselves from the mosquitoes and all other kind of insects available. So, I went out of my room with my guitar and headed to the roof. I was now on top of my hostel. Cool wind was blowing and no one there. It was perfect for me to sing and enjoy myself. So, I started playing my guitar and started to sing some ‘HINDI’ pop songs.
It was dark all over the place. I was enjoying. Suddenly the homesickness went sick. It just disappeared. And suddenly the bulb near the door lightened.

“Light agayi”, I said to myself and started to pack my guitar.

Suddenly I saw someone approaching me. A boy was standing there.

“hey you”, he called.

“ya?”

“what ya ?? say ya sir. I m your senior.”, he ordered.

Oooo Maaaeee Gaaaawwd!!! C-near!!!

“sorry sir”

I had heard about ragging through my friends and I was very scared just at the thought of it. It looked like I just will have to witness it right now.

“just chill boy. dont be afraid. I m your senior and my name is prateek. ANd unfortunately for you I m also the in charge of the cultural comity.”

I was just listening to him, still a little bit scared. I didn’t knew what was to come.

“yes sir.”

“abe its ok. ab main teri ragging lunga.”

Afraid of what he said I tried to stand still.

“and you have to do only one thing….” I was prepared for the worst.”….tomorrow morning just meet me at the music room at 8 sharp. YOU are in the college band.”

PS:you loved pehli nazar(race)??? and its copied….search youtube.

PS: i m still thinking of what to write in the ps.

PS:no i m not writing anything