Everytime there is a sudden eruption in decibels , it reminds me of the madness that convulsed in the hostel two days back , an incident of whom I am a bonafide victim of . The uninterrupted bangs on the doors , accompanied by an array of angry voices and oaths that swore that the inhabitant of the room will surely be taken out and seriously dealt with , marked the most talked about event of this semester ( which has just begun , and that too , on a very very high note )
Let me take you two days back , right to the scene of the crime . It was past midnight and I was busy trying to make my room look a little human before going to bed . It was precisely when I switched the lights off that I heard a series of raged voices coming from a distance . My instant response was that someone must be having a late birthday celebration ( which is often the case when the birthday boy hides somewhere in order to escape the beating , and later when found , is thrashed over and over and over ) .
I tried to divert my attention from the distant sounds , went to bed and was analyzing the whole day in my mind , waiting for my brain to drink the sweet juice of delirium . The day which was very much like the usual , except the evening scene , which witnessed a fight between few final and pre final year students . In a way , this fight could also be classified under “usual” since my college has very much turned into a wrestling arcade , where everyone thinks that he is the only lion in the jungle , where everyone is hungry to prove his dominance , where a senior is no more a senior and a junior is no more a junior , not for few of them atleast , a few of them who can always be seen instrumenting ways to get into a “scene” as frequently as possible .
Thuddd … Thuddd … Thuddd … Someone was banging at the door just next to my room . The action was repeated quite a few times . By now , I was back into the real world and I knew , I had to again work hard to go to sleep . Furious and irritated , I made my way to the door , ushering the curses to both the parties involved ( both , the person who occupied the room and was being too lazy to open the door , plus the doer of the action who , obviously was parted with his quota of patience off late ) .
Call it my luck , or call it their bad luck . Just when I was about to open the door , my enire room vibrated with the clang of the rod which made a contact with my door . Perplexed , I stood there for a moment or so , trying to reflect upon what has just happened , what could have happened or what would happen if I still open the damn door . BAAANNNGGGG …… before I could come to any conclusion , there came another shot , which was followed by many more of its kind . They were going for the wreckage . They were quite sure that the only way they can get their hands around me is by breaking the wooden partition that stood amidst their WMDs and my flesh .