Chapter 2: The First Session

It is just unfair how a man is a slave to his testosterone  The incident at dinner table had officially made me a jackass. Or so I feel now. I was completely high on her! A thousand questions were rattling my mind all the time. I just wasn’t being able to focus, be it anything. Even Billu’s new American Pie collection couldn't distract me!

It would have been somewhere around 2.00 at night. We were ‘mingling’ with the first year for the last three hours (or at least the security guards thought so). I sometimes wonder if my life could have been so much better had we not taught our juniors so many new ‘verses’. God must have heard them at least a thousand times using the same on us.

I was feeling nostalgic. Just an year ago, I was standing there in official first year dress code (formal shirt, pants & Bata white & blue slippers with tons of oil in hair) looking at my third button. I remembered our educational agenda for the first day:

• All seniors were to be saluted every time we saw them in the official manner. We had to bend 90 degrees with one hand raised & other on our soft couple.
• The official pledge had been dictated. It started off with giving ourselves a set of ’special compliments’. Then we had to swear on the masculine parts of our HOD that we would treat all seniors with respect while never looking at any girl throughout the first year. It was to be learnt by heart.
• Human anatomy had been taught in detail.
• All seniors had given their assignments to be copied from the nerds of their batches.

Suddenly I came back to the reality as our educational agenda for the juniors was almost over. The nerds who cried in between had been taken to other rooms to sober them up and then sent off to their rooms. The other potent candidates were given further assignments of buying condoms, bras and other such props. The day was finally over at around 3.00am. The juniors were reminded that they could opt out of the special educational program anytime. However, only those who were going to ‘follow the legacy’, would get help from seniors & gain respect from their juniors.

After the session was over, I and Billu took two juniors aside and gave them our own assignments. Billu had asked his junior to fetch as much intel as he could on some hot chick in first year. I had done the same except the intel to be gathered was on my elf. They were given a time limit of two days for the assignment. In return they got a relaxation from the official dress code for one day.

I had made the first move. The spy game had just begun! But I and Billu had forgotten to anticipate something while making our moves. And we were going to repent it. Let’s see what it was in the next chapter… ;)