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However, I.T. and computers have nice curves and a fairer skin than electonics.Sameer opted  civil engineering. He wanted the same. I never wanted engineering itself.
     
    I was satisfied for three reasons. First, I saw my parents happy. Second, I had got into same college, where Sameer was. Third, I got a branch where girls could be expected.4 years without girls will make life more difficult. No curves, no skirts, no cleavages, no flirting was impossible for me.
     
    College was about to start from 3 rd august. I wanted to make a good impact on girls from the first day. I purchased new shirts and t-shirts, new denims.new woodland shoes. Everything was for the girls. I wanted the first impression to be the best.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    3 RD AUGUST.MY COLLEGE TIMING WAS 10:30AM.
     
     I left my house around 9:30am. It was raining heavily. It was first day of college. It was my parents’ dream that I should study in an engineering college. That was the day their dream came true. The lecture was at 11 am. I was there by 10:15 am. I entered the class. There was only one friend of mine, who was from same school. The rest were all new to me. Therefore, I sat with my school friend.
     
    The college campus was not that good. The building was tricky. There were too many gates. I was confused from where to enter and from where to exit. The seniors informed us that we had to assemble in the quadrangle. List of names were displayed .Divisions were allotted to everyone. There was a huge crowd gathered near the quadrangle. I preferred to stay away from the crowd. I was just glancing at girls closely. Girls of different shapes. Girls with tight jeans. Girls with cute smiles. They all seemed excited as they were future engineers. Everyone was busy in his or her own world. Then a group of seniors arrived.
     
    They told a few of us to join them on second floor. Classrooms were numbered  S1 S2 S3 and so on on the second floor. Similarly F1 F2 and so on the first floor. We entered S3. We were almost 15 students, which included 1girl. I  understood what was happening. RAGGING.
    One of the seniors came towards me. He was well built almost 6 feet and long hair upto his shoulders. I was asked to stand separately in the left corner of the classroom.One girl was also asked to do the same. She was wearing a red tank top and low waist jeans. Perfect curves. Moreover, a nice butt. I liked her. I was confused what was happeneing. Why were we made to stand separately? The remaining students were asked to strip. A sense of relief went through me that I was not the one to strip.
    If I had to strip, it would have been embarrassing because I was wearing green underwear. It would have been centre of attraction. Nevertheless, I was safe. I was still worried as to what I had to do. Definitely not, strip. I wished it was not worse than that. These students were forced to stand outside the classroom, which faced the quadrangle. All the freshers standing in the quadrangle were able to watch this scene. It was the scariest moment for me at least.I glanced at the girl standing beside me. I asked her where she lived. I came to know she was from mulund in central Mumbai.Mulund is almost 8km away from the college and 5 km from my house. Her name was Nikita.She was as afraid as I was. I could see that in her eyes. It was tough to face that situation.
     
     
    I was waiting for my turn. All students had left the classroom. Nikita and me were left along with the seniors. Finally, I was told to propose the girl standing besides me.Nikita was afraid as she was told to kiss me after I proposed. This made me excited though. The first day in college and you, get a kiss from one of the hottest bombshells. Seems intresting.Further she was told to slap me hard after I kissed her... I was tense. Getting a slap from such a bombshell could make things worse.
    No chance of getting close to her maybe. However, I had to face it. I was planning to give her the best kiss of her