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I’m pretty bad with dates sometime in the month of July I went to college for my counselling..actually I reached to Durgapur a day before...in the evening I went to see the college...The college stood beside the avenue named after a person who after his death made Post Master General and a share broker insane in India.....guess who???Look into your wallet...he is laughing.....may be adjusting his head with the marijuana leaves.....Mahatma Gandhi .I got down from the bus in front of the main gate and gave a glance at the main gate 20 feet high with a dim light twinkling at it’s head and (2-3)some of the students(my would be respected sirs and madams) relishing the spicy recipe of the food court situated right outside the main gate..we call it the “jhups”(whose roofing,pillaring and the sitting arrangement for the guest are provided by the same baniyan tree) ..actually I had a notion that the engineering students are the anti social elements of the society-(may be due to the ragging factor) and the evening’s crepuscular charm made their residence look more like a devil’s nest than my would be address(i didn’t know then).On the gate,a placard was tied where the information is given to the over caring parent the they come exactly to the right place for their son’s /daughter’s counselling. Neway I didn’t wait there, I was waiting there opposite the gate to catch a bus to come back to my hotel room...when I mate a senior I remember his face but not his name(sorry for that) and how innocently I asked him “dada ekhane ragging hoi?”,”na na sudhu ektu kotha bolahoi, lok e bole ragging” he replied. “Oh!!!! thank god”, I said....”I can study now” just like any other fucking topper of my or of other department. What people say and what actually they do, I understood ten days later after joining the college......