First Year

we did have a peek of our seniors when we went to complete the admission formalities. the first day came and i began the day on a high note. i took the college bus where i didn't get much ragging because i was soon pronounced a "paavam". the half hour journey by bus, standing in the din interiors of the battered yet crowded ksrtc bus was a first time for me and this had gone on to become a part of my life in the coming years. the bus drove into bus bay and i felt like i had landed on moon. the only time i came to college, i came by the front gate. i hardly knew where i was and the only thing i knew about my destination was that it was at some place called room no 108. a senior(my sisters friend) took me to class and thus began the best days of my life!. the class was almost filled as i walked in. i hardly looked at anyone but noticed that there were very few girls. i procured a seat in second bench which was safe as you are neither too close to the hot area neither are you too far away. the first class was taken by navas sir. he began the class by elaborating his "different" style of teaching and went on to speak about clipping and clamping circuits when one hardly knew what a diode was. i wondered if everyone else in class knew all this and the boy who kept telling all the answers provided little comfort.the first hour was over and then they came. they asked the girls to sit near the window and made us all stand up and wish good morning. by that time the area outside our class had become a hot spot as the information about the beauty of a particular classmate spread through the various higher semesters. we were shivering like leaves by then and i wondered why i haven't feared anyone else in my life so much. then things were pure sailing as teachers took care of our protection and stood guard outside our classes. i started a friendly relation with aswathy, our class rep, and it was her companionship that enabled me to know a good portion of students of our batch in the first year. the next day onwards we went for walks around college and though we were still afraid of ragging, the intensity of fear was decreasing every day. we even had the cheek to go to the mechanical department during the initial few weeks of class in our workshop uniform. the subsequent days were all enjoyable even with the ragging. i was asked to write an assignment for a senior and i made the mistake of showing some sincerity and gave back a neat assignment in beautiful handwriting. that mistake ensured the fact that i spent a good portion of my time writing assignments. i even became the default assignment writer to some seniors in my bus.
we had covered almost the entire college during our afternoon walks and our visits to the canteen grew frequent. we had a wonderful christmas celebration (without permission), when i got to knew many more people in class. then genesis came and we were all immersed in fighting for the much coveted top spot which the mechs took away from us with a lead of one point. my participation in jam and the subsequent experiences led me to decide not to speak in college ever and it was goodbye to old speaking days too.the spot dance and group song events were superb with good crowd turnout and huge amount of noise. and then series came and went. we went for our first tour to vegaland when i grew closer to my classmates.my skills in workshop led me to spending an entire day in fitting with a file in hand and at last i threw the tool in and quit. and then it was time for university exams and the first year soon got over.