Get a job,and a Belt party too..Absolutely free.

Ever thought twice before using the restroom?
i was doing just that at 8 am today..

Not that i hold faith in notions like Wailing Banshees or any kind of spooks possesing restrooms as we folks possess Condominiums, but at my college thats what you inevitably end up doing the morning after the day you get a job(placement)..

3.25 pm_ D-Day.. this soldier shakes hands with the Placement Officer while in a trance of sorts..
"Well done this.. well done that. you Finally(?) got your job".. buzz,buzz..buzz off.
3.29 pm_ D-day.. Massacre. Placement Officer sips his cup of tea to Glory,while the soldier,25metres away, gets stamped in the butt by the best brands(Reebok,Woodland,I-D,Lucknow Bootwala-you Name it.) [Courtesy- loving merciless buddies of his batch,off for a trip to Goa.] No armour for my poor backside as they print it blue with their itching shoes n boots.. Oww. Oww. Oww.

4.30 pm_ D-Day..this soldier holds his butchers at bay, fixes a mutually agreeable appointment for his Whacking ceremony.. 10pm...please please,Pretty please? Gives them the Bambi Eyes(calvin n hobbes enthusiasts should know..) and scoots to his room.

9.25 pm_ D-Day.. Soldier at stand-by. Puts on Armour.. 1 Towel, 2mm thick(thin) wrapped on,1 Newport Denim pulled on,1 Live-In Denim pulled on over the other denim,belts it all up-All this while trying his best to keep the baying hounds on the other side of the door. Tries to harden his heart and Guts,fails.. Goes ahead to pull open the door, suddenly turns around,digs around his room to find 2 Times of India editions n shoves them down his Denims,u know where.. Sniff.

10.18 pm_ DHAMAKA -Day.. Bulls on Parade. i Wail.. Hulks n Hogans of A.I.T welcome,lets whack 'im home. Soldier stands poised, facing the wall, hands high on the wall. They came,they saw,they Bulldozed.. belts,kicks,what-not.. at one time lost count,at one time went hysteric..
Mummee...

11.10 pm_ Daze-Day.. Soldier limps back to his room,with smoking,blazing You-know-whats.. throws away those 2 editions of the Times,torn and obliterated at places,n thanks Almighty for them..doesnt remember a thing as he deadens his memory with episodes of "Prison Break"..and then one Doze to Glory(slept on my tummy,ok?)

8.20 am_D-Day + 1.. Contemplation.. to loo or not to loo,Thats the question. Owww.