Ragged

I was still in a daze. How the hell did I pass that fucking test I had no idea! Most of my paper was based on random guesses. Walking towards the Audi I feared they'd suddenly remember that I was there by mistake and ask me to leave.

It was a huge dark auditorium. Rather drab, as if someone forgot to maintain it after a couple of years of its construction. I sat near a girl who was now my classmate. She didn't seem to notice anything except her cellphone as if it was deliberately stuck to her fingures and needed her attention like newly found love. Two other girls beside her were still cheery in comparison. Some speeches were rolled out onto our unyielding ears, then we were lead off to our departments.
We huddled onto the seats in the seminar room. As if by sticking together the inevitable could be faced with greater courage. Looking back now i feel all the fear was unnecessary, but we were fresher then, with horribly twisted stories about ragging fed into our brains. Each fresher awaited his/her turn with bated breath. The seniors trying their best to maintain the eeriness.
A tall fellow was called up, a thin small boy followed. Thus began the pole dance sequence enacted by the two-some. The tally trying his best not to rollaround and the smally endeavoring to maintain the distance,despite his hands around the tally.

Anothr pair was selected-one tall girl with long untied hair and another short boy with spects. Two chairs were placed, one behind the other and they were asked to stand on them, with hands spread out-emoting the titanic scene. Some pairs were made to dance on newspaper sheets, some others let off with jokes. My turn hadn't yet come and every time someone else's name was called out i'd sigh in relief. When finally it did I walked down the wooden staircase in nervous fear. SeXstared from the blackboard. I was asked to give its meaning. The whole place loomed before me. I faced the class and gave some feeble answers to which everyone shouted-louder, louder. Till someone took pity on me and told me to sing a song instead. Imagine my foolishness to ask them- which song? I sang Kajrare. While on the second line, the 2nd year guy behind me whispered-kiske kaare naina? I fumbled on the second line and they let me off.