Behind enemy lines

When you have just got admission in an institution which is said to be the key institution of IT in the future, you should not get your hopes really high. It still is the present, future has not come yet. I had come a day earlier, and instead of allocating me a room in my hostel, I was sent for a day at the 'Super Senior' hostel. Was it my fate, or my stupidity is a topic I still debate with myself. But I saw that I was not the only one, with this 'fate'. I met with two classmate from the capital of the state. At that moment I didn't realise like all the other occasions that their story is going to be most entertaining in our journey. Well the seniors inducted us on the very first day in their 'Personality Development Programme'(Ragging is a banned word). The two 'to be roomies' were made to dance in a 'sensual manner'. It was kind of disgusting to see and I wondered why the super seniors enjoyed it. I was made to sing and then later be a part of that disgusting dance. After that we were allowed to have food. I felt like a prisoner of war. Once we had food we thought that we could survive as a team. Our hopes were foiled when they again called us for the next round of dances. After a while (2-3 hours) we were allowed to sleep with seniors, 3 on two beds. I was a little sceptical, I had heard stories about frustrated engineering students opting the 'alternate lifestyle' but I was physically and mentally too tired to argue with myself.
Next day when I woke up, I was relieved to find that I was not 'physically violated' by any senior. I had heard the most disgusting stories about these 'Personality Development Programme'. But now it was August 8th the 'Day'. We had reached the first station in our journey, finally.