Laws of the Wings

Sam: Everywhere I lie, there's a dirty great root stickin' into my back.
Frodo: Just shut your eyes... and imagine you're back in your own bed... with a soft mattress and a lovely feather pillow.
Sam: It's not workin', Mr. Frodo. I'm never gonna be able to sleep out here.
Frodo: Me neither, Sam.

Sophies in IIT are divided into those who do not have a wing, and those who have had toothpaste on their nipples. If you consider yourself unlucky because you don’t have a wing, think again. And again. And if your brain and your seniors allow you, yet again. In fact, you should go on thinking until you find a wing, at which point of time, you will not be in state to think, because of a cold sensation on your chest, often called toothpaste.

And Sam thought sleeping on the rough ground was a problem.

Some luckier sophies only had to go on booze treats with their seniors, inconspicuously titled ‘wing treats’. In case you were wondering, the treat is for seniors. The bill, for the sophies. Some sophies remember this night as the night they lost their alcohol virginity; Others, for pole-dancing around their roomies.

An old lady said in an irrelevant movie, “I believe there's a hero in all of us.” But simply wearing your underwear over your trousers doesn’t make you one (It does provide a good laugh for your seniors.)

A hero doesn't run away from his destiny. He just stands there (preferably, clothed), praying for his life.

Remark: Actually, the scene isn’t that bad.
Observation: In H-5, it is.
Comment by Samuel Jackson: Muahahahaha.

Turning the Tables

I remember my first night in my hostel. I lay awake in my bed, scared out of my wits by stories of ragging. After all, my friend’s uncle’s brother, twice separated, actually had to strip. And in the following days, I remember countless intros. Sitting meekly opposite a senior, trying to force a smile and look calm.

And now, suddenly, the tables are turned. We, as sophies, are supposed to scare the wits out of freshies. Make them lie awake in bed, cowing from fear of being ragged by us. And make them remember the terrible tale of their relative from Tahiti.

Surprisingly, I still lie awake in my bed, scared out of my wits by stories of seniors getting DAC's. After all, my friend's uncle's brother, twice separated actually got a DAC because he tried to get a freshie to strip. With all the outcry about the expulsion and the huge posters, complimentary, from the government of Maharashtra, I’m bound to be. I walk up to a newly-admitted, muster all my courage, and ask in my most dangerous baritone, “Aye, freshie, idhar aa.”


A year later, were still the ones who fear 'intros'. Who would've thought that a year back.

Okay, let’s say, I forget about the perils, for a moment. Here I am, a student who’s a year old in an institute ranked amongst the best in education and I’m supposed to look like Samuel Jackson with a gun, when I haven’t even seen one outside of movies? Neither a gun, nor Samuel Jackson.

I’m not a religious guy, but Superman, if you’re there, help me!