We have all heard of ragging, seen it happen, or if ur utterly unfortunate enough, been ragged urself. If u have been ragged, it was probably done by a senior.

Well, the only memorable event I experienced on teachers day, was gettin ragged, not by a senior or even a colleague but by juniors… FE students to be precise.

Here’s how it happened – We all know that the student council consists of utter dimwits who have absolutely no other aim in life, so they go around trying to fill in any ‘organisable day’ with whatever crap life throws at them. And it so happened that i ran into one of their discusions where I can only assume that they were only pondering on ways to entertain the masses, until they can safely announce that it is time to go home, when they hit upon the idea to use me.
I was asked to teach the bunch of ragged teens who call themselves FE students.I must have been hallucinating or daydreaming about some totally different topic when I agreed to this whim.

The ’student council’ didnt care what I did, as long as i killed time… thus before I knew it, I ended up with a mechanics book in my hand facing about 40 idiots glaring at me.My notion that all would go well erupted in flames when all 40 idoits unanimously whined the moment I uttered the word “Mechanics”.

What followed was my stuggle to survive while I subconciously must have been blabbering something about Newtons laws.After a few minutes of torture the details of which I wouldnt want to mention, I saw the ’student council’ who were also present at this moment, walk out of the class. They told me that they were protecting me from gettin ragged.

As I saw half the class walk out during my lecture, i was relieved and frustrated at the same time. Relieved because I knew it ended, and frutrated because the student council was right, I was almost ragged – by my juniors.

Storming out of the class I fixed a fake smile on my face even as one of the FE had the nerve to ask me if I was a rapper…

-Robin