School and college days hold the best of our memories... Like all I have many such interesting memories... this particular one I could call it as...Girl Attitute!!
My college had a huge beautiful lake right in front of the entrance gate...and the beautiful Aravalis at the back side. It has a huge sprawling campus, built during the Britishers time everything was beautifully planned.. right from the auditorium to the botanical garden, the agricultural fields, where we were given practical classes on agriculture. It wouldnt be fair, not to mention the big workshop of woodwork, sheet and metals work deptt. These were the classes we students enjoyed the most. And these are a rarity in most of the institues even today... The main building was too vast..spreading into various wings...all aorund it was the campus road...which had a ridge line running along it througout.
It was a co-education college with almost all students as hostellers. there were seven boys hostel and just one girls hostel. this was due to the fact that in those days, very few girls were sent away to study and live in a hostel. I was one of the fortunate few. In the beginning of the first year we had a rigorous session of ragging everyday, we were asked to gather in one of the lecture theatres where the seniors would have a lot of fun at our cost.
Most of the students who came to the college were from nearby small towns barring a few of us were from the Metro city. There was a niche between these groups. Most of the girls were from big cities and from affluent families. The boys on the other hand were mostly from rural areas and lacked the basic etiquettes when with the girls. So we usually ignored and avoided these dehatis, thats what we called them. Due to this we were called the snob group and were supposed to be unapproachables, considered to have a lot of attitude and were often the target of the seniors during the ragging. They would never miss a chance to eve tease us when we were alone. As a result none of the girls could walk out alone. Moreover they would follow us wherever we went into the town, which was kind of scary. It was getting difficult to handle them The Dehatis on the other hand acted smart and showed off whenever they had the slightest opportunity. One day three boys on one bike, on seeing a us started showing stunts on their bike..and accidentally fell into the ridge which ran along the road. It was almost 4 feet deep and 2 feet wide. Instantly all the girls stood there in a shocked state and I found myself running at top speed to help. I reached the top where I could see them all toppled on each other and the bike had one of them below it. I extended my hand and started to help pulling at one of them, soon the other girls too came by and in no time we could pull them all out of the ditch. They were all hurt real bad with blood oozing out of their limbs and shoulder. One boy had a fracture in his leg. His leg was lying as if it had no life..tilted on one side in a peculiar angle from the rest of his body. The other boys shirt was stuck into the handle due to which he almost got strangled and was out of breath. Those days we didn't have the cell phones and there was just one landline phone in the whole hostel. I immediately got a girl to run and call for help from the hostel and also got her to call for the campus doctor with the ambulance. And within an hour all of them were attended to and safely sent to the hospital. I was awarded the prestigious gallantry award. But more than the award I received a yet memorable and special place in the hearts of each one of those DEHATIS. Not only did their attitude change but they now smiled and waved respectfully as if to salute me and wish me whenever I was around. My gesture to reach out and help made a positive impact on the otherwise notorious gang of boys. They treated me as a special person and considered me as their buddy and never troubled any girl from that day onwards. Me and my group were the envious lot and they always came to our rescue whenever we needed them. College life was fun and a real growing up experience for us all. We all still value those years and consider it our best.
The lesson learnt here is that one must always be ready to help. We usually stand and watch not understanding what to do and become mere spectators. Timely action can change someones life.
With a little act of help life can get so easy.
My college had a huge beautiful lake right in front of the entrance gate...and the beautiful Aravalis at the back side. It has a huge sprawling campus, built during the Britishers time everything was beautifully planned.. right from the auditorium to the botanical garden, the agricultural fields, where we were given practical classes on agriculture. It wouldnt be fair, not to mention the big workshop of woodwork, sheet and metals work deptt. These were the classes we students enjoyed the most. And these are a rarity in most of the institues even today... The main building was too vast..spreading into various wings...all aorund it was the campus road...which had a ridge line running along it througout.
It was a co-education college with almost all students as hostellers. there were seven boys hostel and just one girls hostel. this was due to the fact that in those days, very few girls were sent away to study and live in a hostel. I was one of the fortunate few. In the beginning of the first year we had a rigorous session of ragging everyday, we were asked to gather in one of the lecture theatres where the seniors would have a lot of fun at our cost.
Most of the students who came to the college were from nearby small towns barring a few of us were from the Metro city. There was a niche between these groups. Most of the girls were from big cities and from affluent families. The boys on the other hand were mostly from rural areas and lacked the basic etiquettes when with the girls. So we usually ignored and avoided these dehatis, thats what we called them. Due to this we were called the snob group and were supposed to be unapproachables, considered to have a lot of attitude and were often the target of the seniors during the ragging. They would never miss a chance to eve tease us when we were alone. As a result none of the girls could walk out alone. Moreover they would follow us wherever we went into the town, which was kind of scary. It was getting difficult to handle them The Dehatis on the other hand acted smart and showed off whenever they had the slightest opportunity. One day three boys on one bike, on seeing a us started showing stunts on their bike..and accidentally fell into the ridge which ran along the road. It was almost 4 feet deep and 2 feet wide. Instantly all the girls stood there in a shocked state and I found myself running at top speed to help. I reached the top where I could see them all toppled on each other and the bike had one of them below it. I extended my hand and started to help pulling at one of them, soon the other girls too came by and in no time we could pull them all out of the ditch. They were all hurt real bad with blood oozing out of their limbs and shoulder. One boy had a fracture in his leg. His leg was lying as if it had no life..tilted on one side in a peculiar angle from the rest of his body. The other boys shirt was stuck into the handle due to which he almost got strangled and was out of breath. Those days we didn't have the cell phones and there was just one landline phone in the whole hostel. I immediately got a girl to run and call for help from the hostel and also got her to call for the campus doctor with the ambulance. And within an hour all of them were attended to and safely sent to the hospital. I was awarded the prestigious gallantry award. But more than the award I received a yet memorable and special place in the hearts of each one of those DEHATIS. Not only did their attitude change but they now smiled and waved respectfully as if to salute me and wish me whenever I was around. My gesture to reach out and help made a positive impact on the otherwise notorious gang of boys. They treated me as a special person and considered me as their buddy and never troubled any girl from that day onwards. Me and my group were the envious lot and they always came to our rescue whenever we needed them. College life was fun and a real growing up experience for us all. We all still value those years and consider it our best.
The lesson learnt here is that one must always be ready to help. We usually stand and watch not understanding what to do and become mere spectators. Timely action can change someones life.
With a little act of help life can get so easy.
