With a throbbing heart, a wavering sense of anxiety
With the preconceived conceptions of the torture that ragging was
With all the experienced narrations from the Ragged
I entered college, hoping of God, I’d be spared by the demon.
And as the dreaded confrontation came, the demon threw me off my feet
Only to transcend to angelic dimensions and take me…
Into the warm embrace of acceptance.
And even as it ground me into the realms of its true self,
I got to realize that under its hideous mask……
Is the promise of friendship, of understanding, of advise.
Benign arms ever willing to guide and protect you.
And over the confrontation that was,
I’ve come across the clash of egos,
Those inexplicable moments of intimidation,
Of hilarious inquisitiveness, of unreasonable anger.
What it takes is a courageous soul and a tactful cruiser,
To ride these storms of realization that eventually and very surely
Drift you into the calm waters of camaraderie.
And as these wild winds of interaction between….
The Raggers and the Raggers-in-the=making ended…
Cognition dawned on me the farcical set up that Raggings all about.
What I thought would shred my integrity, my self esteem,
Only helped me gather and hold myself together
In getting to know what I am…..
Even as Ragging set out to tell my Seniors what I was.