Memorable evening

In GBPEC, there was practically no source of entertainment other than movies. Life was worse for teachers, as not all movie cds were worth sharing with teachers . So, Mr N had devised an ultimate entertainer for himself. Get hold of a couple of students( freshers preferred) and monotonously keep on talking. It was not a conversation, rather was a broadcast- a one sided affair. If he was in a good mood, you could get a leechi toffee for your efforts.
On that particular day, he got hold of the whole fresher batch while we were enjoying the evening Samosas. ‘Its you who is to be blamed for ragging’. ‘If you refuse to give ragging and report the senior who rags, this evil can be stopped for ever’.
I practically laughed it off. I was sure even Sir would have forgotten what all he bragged even before he left the mess. But in the audience, one person was totally convinced that today sir was speaking sense. It was Tappu. He was all charged up and came straight to our Bermuda triangle. “We wont.. Who is with me”. Tanuj and Chaube promptly agreed. After exchanging smiles, I and Billu said yes too. To be true, I suspected this was one of Tappu’s frenzies, wherein he makes a decision and whoever challenges his decision is treated as an enemy. Hardly did I know that a revolution was triggered by the boring speech.
We had a couple of peaceful hours. N. sir was still in his room.As long as he was there, we the residents of A block had no fear. It was never hard to figure out his presence in - As long as he was there, one could hear ‘Tum dil ki dharkan me….’.
But lo..Bang at the door. In come 3 seniors. Holy cow... How in the hell did they get in? All of us were staring at our third button. But Tappu had made up his mind. I don’t remember who the seniors were, but I am sure they were not the usual raggers, and were real pussies. The fault of Tappu was sufficient to have his rear part ripped apart ,as per the Prophecy , translated into English which says "His ass would be cut off..." (strange ehh.... so did we feel. How can anyone have such an imagination.) – though the biggest task in hand would have been to sarch for it.
Their focus was now on Tappu. They started with the usual stuff - all poems, intros this that(I don’t know why all poems n intros were designed in such a way that the fresher would feel so low that he would almost hate his very existence). We all were terrified and thinking this might well be the end of the ‘King in making’- Yuvraj as we called him.
Out of nowhere, one of them placed a pen on floor and challenged Tappu“Lift it by ass”. I could see Tappu beaming on hearing this. This was an easy one. Tappu lifted the pen from its back part. Instantly the senior started shouting….’£$”£$$’ ‘£$’ ‘%$^%^ ’“Is this ass? Can a pen have ass??? ‘Lift it using your own ass’. This was unfair – Tappu had outsmarted the shit-head. But there is a saying ‘Senior is never wrong’. So, even though this senior was some real dumb ass, he did deserve that respect. Moreover, rules are meant to be manipulated- specially The rules of Ragging.
Tappu paused for a moment- but after realising that he had to do as told to save his ass, he crawled on floor to get the pen. As expected, he failed. I often wonder whether someone having a healthier pair of ass could have picked it. It was really tough I guess. The objective of the seniors was fulfilled. They had humiliated their target. After boring us for some more time, they left, again threatening us not to let the thought of Freedom or revolution linger anywhere close to ourselves.
As soon as they were out of block, we were all laughing our heart out. Tappu was fuming and cursing all of us for our cowardice. But the picture of Tappu wriggeling on floor, fresh in our minds, we were all laughing like hyenas. Out of nowhere, Tappu leaped at me and caught my collar. That was totally unexpected. Before I could react, he was out of the room, threatening us not to talk to him.
Tappu took 2-3 week to talk to others. But I could not muster enough courage to face him before 2 months. I am still sorry for the revolution that could never be and the revolutionary who was deserted by his very friends. But.....hehe.....He knows I love him.