During our RP(ragging period), we had a ragging session called cycling. Two guys stand facing each other and slap each other alternatively the requried number of times ie count. Usually 30, slap each other 30 times. And you get a peculiar sound when you slap the proper way. So, one day during RP it was me and another guy from Kerala state 1st yr, we were taken to the stadium, our cycling session began and shortly there was no power. We hesitated because we cannot see, reminded the presiding senior about the power cut and darkness.Seniors asked us to continue in the darkness. We continued and because we cannot see, that specific sound of slapping was amiss. So we had to repeat the slapping multiple times to get it right. By now we were past 40. The other guy began crying and we were getting frustrated. I think he couldn't take my bludgeoning and the humiliation by seniors. He slapped me with all his might and that was like Salim Kumar(Sasi) being slapped in Malarvaadi Arts Club. I felt a slight numbness on the right side of my neck. Well that's it. I was enraged, I jumped and slapped him like Achilles stabbing the giant in Troy movie, because he is 6'1 and I'm 5'7. The seniors and I heard something collapsing. They came rushing and realised the other guy is unconscious. They were scared and excused me and I went to my hostel. The next day I couldnt turn my neck as it was cramped. My roomie and I went to the Jaya hospital and I had to wear a neck collar. On the way back from hospital I went to the other guys room and asked how was he and he replied "polayadi mone!!!" Then I reminisced moms saying " nee thotta polum vedanikkum, athengana, Dritarashtra aalinganam alle(hug like Dritarashtrar)". So I hugged him and said "sorry Deepak" and mentioned about mom's remark and we laughed and patched up over a cup of tea by Chotu,from cafeteria. We think about this the 24 of us even after 10 years of college and I ended up being called KungFu by almost everyone including some friendly professors.
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