(When
sealed lips are your best aegis...!!! )
The
jubilation after getting through the entrance exams just begins to inebriate. Suddenly
the nightmare of their maiden innings in the engineering college perturbs their
exhilaration.
Nightmare of their own shirts strangling them, their
own attire attacking haunts them. Nightmare of deadly encounters with techno
seniors sucks the sleep from their eyes. The mollycoddled babies have just
hatched from their shells to face the bare realities. Yet beings the incessant
tug of war with themselves to acclimatize with their new ambiance They move
around silently and gingerly with apprehensions of a brush with the peril, the
SENIORS. The ants follow their line reaching from one destination to the other,
each a solace for the other.
If you still haven’t surmised what am I talking
about, then let me be a bit more explicit. It’s about the first few months of
the first year of engineering life when zest and zeal is brim-over yet the
fearful knot in the throat hinders them from using their larynx. Those days of
terror and horrified experiences later prove to be cherished nostalgic
reminisce of the new beginning.
