Life is filled with so many incidents that always remain with you. Today, I am going to tell you one of the most amazing incidents of my college life. It really gave me a tough time but I enjoyed a lot too.
This incident happened is actually a result of different incidents that occurred to me during my three years in college.
First year in College
As I had recently joined the college, there were butterflies in my stomach. It was a good feeling but a little scary too. I made a number of friends and all of them were senior to me. I started enjoying their company, having tea together, silly jokes, smoking and what not. Canteen, as always, used to be our hanging place.
One day we were sitting in the canteen cracking jokes and smoking. But suddenly we realized that we had no cigarettes left. Canteen guy was not allowed to keep cigarettes and we had to move out of campus to get it, which seemed quite tough in the heat.
There was a man, around 35, sitting in the canteen with long hair, a little beard, and camera hanging around his neck. He had a new packet of cigarettes which he had just opened and was quite visible to all of us. Being the cool dude, I approached him and asked for a cigarette. He started giving me lectures about behaving with elders, manners and bla bla bla . . .
He left the canteen in anger and even threatened to complaint to the authorities but we thought, “Who cares” and we never did.
Second Year in College
It had been almost one and a half year in college for me. Except my lecturers, I was known to all the peons, clerks, canteen owner, and security guards. I went to the canteen and was having tea when I suddenly got the sight of that long haired man I had seen a year ago. He had gone a little bald this time.
Being mischievous, I though of pulling his leg. I again approached him and the first thing he said, “Don’t you think you are shameless, I hope you have come over to apologize”. It boiled my blood and I replied, “Not at all, I just wanted to tell you that you are the worst smoker I have seen. You don’t care about fellow smokers. So, I think you better be sorry”.
The argument continued but he was really patient and left very calmly. Other guys asked me who he was and I said, “I had to settle scores with him, must be the college photographer. Always has a camera hanging around his neck”.
Third Year in College
This was the time when I got screwed up. I had philosophy in my graduation time. As a rule, when you are in your final year, the Head Of the Department (HOD) of philosophy gives you lectures. I liked that subject as it gave me the best of freedom to express. I was all excited to see the HOD.
The moment I entered the classroom, my eyes popped out, earth seemed moving, there was nothing but darkness and I could hardly take a breath. That long haired man was my HOD and I didn’t know how to react. He threw me out the class and said, “You won’t be allowed to enter in this class and so, with zero attendance you cannot sit in the exams. That is the right way to deal with kids like you”.
I turned into a statue and the coming days were tougher. I tried my level best but he didn’t allow me to even enter his class. He even issued a blacklist of candidates who were short of attendance and I topped the list. So, it was made very clear that I cannot appear in the exam.
But then, God helps those who help others. I made the peon to remove that list from the board, talked to the clerk and admission in charge officer about my state of affairs the. I had spent some good time and money on them and it finally paid. Thanks to those 1400 rupees, I appeared in the coming exam.
After results
After the results were out, I went to his office. I gifted him a box of sweets, a cigarette packed and a matchbox as a goodwill gesture. Even though he didn’t responded the same way and didn’t accept anything, no hard feelings dude. It made him worse than ever before. I hope he understands this world quickly.
The best part about that entire incident is that I still don’t know his name. But I did learn a few things from this incident.
According to Mamkol, “Always carry extra cigarettes with you, don’t fiddle with long haired bald going strangers and never attend you HOD’s class”.
This incident happened is actually a result of different incidents that occurred to me during my three years in college.
First year in College
As I had recently joined the college, there were butterflies in my stomach. It was a good feeling but a little scary too. I made a number of friends and all of them were senior to me. I started enjoying their company, having tea together, silly jokes, smoking and what not. Canteen, as always, used to be our hanging place.
One day we were sitting in the canteen cracking jokes and smoking. But suddenly we realized that we had no cigarettes left. Canteen guy was not allowed to keep cigarettes and we had to move out of campus to get it, which seemed quite tough in the heat.
There was a man, around 35, sitting in the canteen with long hair, a little beard, and camera hanging around his neck. He had a new packet of cigarettes which he had just opened and was quite visible to all of us. Being the cool dude, I approached him and asked for a cigarette. He started giving me lectures about behaving with elders, manners and bla bla bla . . .
He left the canteen in anger and even threatened to complaint to the authorities but we thought, “Who cares” and we never did.
Second Year in College
It had been almost one and a half year in college for me. Except my lecturers, I was known to all the peons, clerks, canteen owner, and security guards. I went to the canteen and was having tea when I suddenly got the sight of that long haired man I had seen a year ago. He had gone a little bald this time.
Being mischievous, I though of pulling his leg. I again approached him and the first thing he said, “Don’t you think you are shameless, I hope you have come over to apologize”. It boiled my blood and I replied, “Not at all, I just wanted to tell you that you are the worst smoker I have seen. You don’t care about fellow smokers. So, I think you better be sorry”.
The argument continued but he was really patient and left very calmly. Other guys asked me who he was and I said, “I had to settle scores with him, must be the college photographer. Always has a camera hanging around his neck”.
Third Year in College
This was the time when I got screwed up. I had philosophy in my graduation time. As a rule, when you are in your final year, the Head Of the Department (HOD) of philosophy gives you lectures. I liked that subject as it gave me the best of freedom to express. I was all excited to see the HOD.
The moment I entered the classroom, my eyes popped out, earth seemed moving, there was nothing but darkness and I could hardly take a breath. That long haired man was my HOD and I didn’t know how to react. He threw me out the class and said, “You won’t be allowed to enter in this class and so, with zero attendance you cannot sit in the exams. That is the right way to deal with kids like you”.
I turned into a statue and the coming days were tougher. I tried my level best but he didn’t allow me to even enter his class. He even issued a blacklist of candidates who were short of attendance and I topped the list. So, it was made very clear that I cannot appear in the exam.
But then, God helps those who help others. I made the peon to remove that list from the board, talked to the clerk and admission in charge officer about my state of affairs the. I had spent some good time and money on them and it finally paid. Thanks to those 1400 rupees, I appeared in the coming exam.
After results
After the results were out, I went to his office. I gifted him a box of sweets, a cigarette packed and a matchbox as a goodwill gesture. Even though he didn’t responded the same way and didn’t accept anything, no hard feelings dude. It made him worse than ever before. I hope he understands this world quickly.
The best part about that entire incident is that I still don’t know his name. But I did learn a few things from this incident.
According to Mamkol, “Always carry extra cigarettes with you, don’t fiddle with long haired bald going strangers and never attend you HOD’s class”.
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