Trinadh was walking back from his first year class room. He encountered 3 seniors on his way. Those guys asked him for his intro. While he was uttering his intro, they took to a second year hostel room.

Seniors had a feast of him. They asked him embarassing questions and also to do embarassing things. He had to do them without refuting it. Somewhr, senior 1 asked him to scold either senior 2 or senior 3. Its his choice to choose any of them, but he has to.

After a lot of force, he chooses senior 2 as he appeared to be thinner and less powerful than senior 3. After a lot of reluctance, he utters “$%@*&^%$”. There was
silence in the room. “Rap!” “Rap!” “Rap!” “Rap!” He got 4 tight slaps from senior 2. Trinadh never expected this.

Now the “narada” senior asks him again, you want to scold senior 2 or senior 3. He has to choose of them. He refutes. They force him and force him. Finally he chooses senior 3. But this time, he knows what will be the consequence. Same story repeats. This time, more slaps and even tighter.

Trinadh was full of tears. He had no energy to even stand. He is standing with the support of senior 1 who made the offer.

“Narada” senior asks again, senior 2 or senior 3 or a smoke.

Wait a minute. What the hell on earth was that. “A smoke”?? “No way” thinks trinadh. But he is not a position to take any more slaps either. He begs his seniors to let him free. Obviously they dont.

His mind flies. He thinks of the day he got “Rank 4 in the entrance exam!”. He wondered if he did the right thing by getting rank 4.

“My Son is going to be the next bill gates!”. His father uttered these words over phone when trinadh picked up Computer Science Engineering at this college. All these made him feel worse.

“Rap!” One more slap, this time from his dear friend senior 1.
“What are you thinking?”
Trinadh is trying to stand up.
“senior 2, senior 3 or smoke?”

He has no energy to answer. The seniors keep a cigar in his mouth. You can see the cigar trembling. He accepts without resistance. They search for matches. They dont have one. Senior 2 and senior 3 go out for matches. As the cigar in his mouth trembles, his mind continues to flutter.

“My son is going to study in hostel and get first rank there!”. His mother had told this all her friends. He is feeling guilty.

His Uncle called him and wished him all the best when he left to hostel. He told him – “This college will make stones into GEMS”. He was feeling angry.

Lots of emotions come to his mind. He is feeling guilty. He is unable to bear one more slap. He is forced to pick up the smoke.

He inhales the air. His mind is fluttering. He thinks “how can he be the role model for his brother”..

He coughs and coughs. He coughs aloud. The senior goes and closes the door.

They teach him how to inhale. Suddenly the appear more friendly. Finally, trinadh takes a puff and releases the smoke in the air. Other seniors also do the same..

There is SMOKE all over the place. There was so much smoke that no one noticed the tears in his eyes. No one noticed his guilty consciousness.. No one noticed his emotions associated with his FIRST SMOKE.

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Btb, I dont smoke. It is just my imagination.

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