Taming Him with My Innocence

Chapter 12 I Am A Fool

I'm heading towards the college. Today is the day all our seniors are waiting for: Interaction Day. I heard rumors that on Interaction Day, many super seniors had borderline traumatized some freshers, and they made people cry in front of everyone. I don't know the details – who and why – it's just gossip I overheard that they want to pass down the trauma to the new batch.

While I am walking to the university, I contacted Rohit and Raunak, and so conveniently, Rohit had to go out of station for two days, and coincidentally, Raunak had something to do, and they both are not able to attend college today. Madheena was waiting for me near the entrance; we both waved our hands to each other. Madheena grew close to me; she is an amazing friend. I hope our friendship stays this way in the future. I don't know what the future holds, but I can definitely say I have gained a bunch of reliable friends.

We both entered the campus lobby and met Jasmin, and we began to climb up the stairs because there was no lift available from the ground floor. We have to take the stairs, and then there is the elevator from the first floor to the fourth floor. We have to take the stairs from the fourth to the fifth floor. It is kind of confusing at the start; on the initial days, I mistakenly entered a fourth-floor classroom; I was so flabbergasted. Luckily, there were no teachers in the class. I immediately realized and went to the fifth floor.

This kind of event is a daily thing for me; I can be never-endingly clumsy. Sometimes, I feel I am a case of undiagnosed ADHD or some things. I always wanted to go to therapy, but I was not brave enough to ask my parents. They might not even understand the problem or the concept of therapy, talking to a shrink. Those are futile attempts and utterly useless, in my opinion.

I wanted to meet Raunak today, but he is not coming and gave a lame excuse to skip Interaction Day. I wanted to skip, but Madheena wanted to attend, and also, I was a little bit curious. Jasmin and Kalyani wanted to experience proper university life. By the way, the elevator we are about to take was built 50 years before. It is really small; only four people can barely fit in it, and there is a big crowd around the lift. We wanted to wait and take the lift; climbing up five floors is tiring with all the tools and our bags. After waiting for nearly 30 minutes, we decided to climb up. We were huffing out of breath and barely made it in time for class. Ma'am had already entered the class, but we were five minutes early, so she allowed us in. She marked attendance. We requested other boys in class to proxy Rohit's and Raunak's attendance. Then, after the class, we freshers are supposed to meet at our design class. It is a huge class filled with drafting tables and chairs; it can accommodate up to 500 people. It's a huge class.

When Madheena and I entered the class, all the tables were set aside, one on top of each other, in the corner of the room like a fort. It was intimidating at first look. All our seniors were sitting on the opposite end of the room and were up to something;

something felt off, and we know we are the scapegoats for their entertainment. After a few minutes of briefing by my lecturer, our seniors formed different groups.

Our seniors interrogated us first and wanted us to do some tasks. If we weren't available to do so, they would target us. It is official ragging, even though a teacher was closely observing the situation. She couldn't control the amount of interaction happening in the area. I realized why they chose the name; it's a simple cover-up, rebranding ragging as "interaction." Some seniors wanted me to find their full names as if they didn't know their names. We had to beg other seniors to tell us the other seniors' names. It feels so silly yet so serious. We were instructed to bring a chocolate and propose to a senior; every junior needs to do that. It's borderline psychotic. We could now know the basic template of interrogatingagging. There are so many things that happened today that my whole body is aching, including my head.

Madheena, Jasmin, Kalyani, and Haadi are also feeling the same. At the end, they brought a cake and cut it. After that, they gave us a small gift: keychains for everyone, keychains with a smiley face. They have informed us there will be a Freshers' party soon

fuck....

To be continued....