If there is any one thing that radically changes an individual during his training and learning days, then that would be ragging. Young boys and girls come from different parts of the country, different socio-economic strata, and different family backgrounds to live and study together in a professional institution. Till the day of their admission they had only dreamt dreams that their family constraints allowed them to. They were, for the first time, away from the protection of their parents, home and all that was familiar. And then an introduction to a brave new world awaited them!
Oh what a grand introduction it was with a traditional ceremony called ragging, a ritual which goes on and on, till you require no more. The new melting pot, which churned and homogenized the differences and diversities among all our batch mates, was a highly scientific and professional shock treatment, which metamorphoses us from adolescence to adulthood. The good boys with pure thoughts (satwik vichar) and discipline (anushashan) were suddenly transformed into a worldly wise and tough guys and girls, ready for all eventualities and equipped for all occasions. All prudish concepts and taboos were stripped and discarded as came out of the melting pot. Ragging not only taught us how to get things done, but hook or by crook, but also exposed us to a wide variety of hooks and crooks and told us about the scope and utilities of each one of them. Sam, dam, dand, bhed, goli, gali and gapp all crept inside the sulci and gyri and became a part of our autonomic nervous system. The two biggest life lessons learnt then was failure was not an option, it was just an attempt gone wrong, and excuses were of no use in life.
Stuffing you up with one Kg of kalakand
(a white coloured dry sweet like sandesh)
without allowing you to drink a sip of water or forcing you to gulp down two
glasses of gehri hari Raja ki thandai
(a herbal drink with almonds, cashew, dries betel leaves, poppy seeds, cardamom,
pepper, rose petals, saffron and milk prepared by the iconic Raja, which is
cream in colour but gets greener with every extra dose of cannabis)are raggings
I am ready to subject myself to even today. I wish my seniors take up the call!
Dares like tying a bleating lamb to the back row seat in a lecture theatre or, worse
still, replying to a beautiful senior girl who is coyly asking ‘Mujhse shadi karoge”(Will you marry me?)
This is a question which can have no correct answer, if you say yes, she will
slap you and if you say no she will ask Kyon,
main sundar nahin hoon (why, am I not beautiful) and again slap you! The
only correct answer then is to lie prostate at her feet and do a Tera number salam (No. 13 salute). She
will not only lift you up but also give you thirteen rupees laundry charges. In
no time all our inhibitions were gone and we became genuine Baby Georgians!
It is all too easy to allow the demands of advanced scholarly
achievement to make one insular, to isolate one from the remarkable scope and
breadth of what goes on within the boundaries of this haloed Medical College in particular and this city
of Lucknow in general. This may not be Hogwarts's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry,
but there is magic here and spells in its air that help students to succeed in life! The
best spells are not found in classrooms but in the culture and ambience of the Institution. These spells and the education that comes with them helps students
from becoming just another brick in the wall. Ragging teaches fresh entrants
all these spells and integrates them in the campus life. Education is what is
left with you, when you have forgotten everything that was written in books. It
is that attitude, and ragging brings out that attitude in an freshman.
During our ragging period we were introduced to a sacred scripture
called 'Medical literature'. It was recited loudly as a prayer in the hostels,
and the challenge was not only to learn it by heart, but to start reciting it
from anywhere in the middle at the drop of a hat. Our seniors were excellent
teachers, but their job was not at all difficult, because the sacred scripture,
despite its voluminous size, was composed in highly imaginative verses, with
the most innovative comparisons and the wildest of outlandish ideas. Even Sri
Sukumar Roy's nonsense verses or Abol Tabol failed in comparison. It was as if
the language's secret sauce was revealed to us, with taste so heady and
intoxicating that we are still in its spell.
Learning the Medical literature by heart was non-negotiable. It
improved our learning abilities and acted like a scientific filter of our
intellect. "If you can't remember the Medical literature then how the hell
do you think you will be able to remember the complex anatomy of the brain, the
ear, and the hand" our seniors would yell!
The F word, the B word, the C word or their Hindi and Punjabi MC BC counterparts were now like long forgotten nursery rhymes after that crash course of imbibing the Medical literature. Adults don't recite 'Mary had a little lamb', do they? They grow out of it and recite Milton, Wordsworth, Byron, Shelly and Keats. From learning the Medical literature our expressions became more authentic, more innovative and far more imaginative. We were the new Byron, Shelly and Keats, our expression had gone rogue, our imagination deliciously astray, dancing drunk on a table top, almost as sophisticated as a drunken sailor!
Ragging taught us that a colourful vocab relieves stress. We came to know for the first time that the medical benefit of profanity as a substitute of Aspirin was both immediate and effective. It can take us to a cooler elite group and can establish the best amongst us as the alpha of that group. This is not the first time I am writing about Cuss words and profanities. Ragging made me a veteran in this field. If you have missed my blog on the F bomb then please click: https://surajitbrainwaves.blogspot.com/2021/08/the-f-bomb-and-such-profanities.html
I am of the opinion that cuss words were invented before actual speech, when we were grunting and panting. They are vital to our vocabulary to express a visceral need to vent. It feels so amazingly refreshing after the act of uttering them with proper expression. The same word in different situations, in different contexts and with different volume of delivery and accompanying expression, can mean vastly different things and even a thousand words couldn't take its place. Many people have stubbed their toes only to find deep solace in these words. But my dictionary of these beautiful words changed completely after ragging. Medical literature made them more colourful, and colourful language carries its own dictionary. Though these cuss words usually change with generations and today's cuss becomes tomorrow's common lingo, but Medical literature learned five decades back still sounds like recent advances. In fact, so successful has been its existence that a newer edition was never required! In social life when obscenities become mundane we need higher grade of obscenity to shock, but our Medical literature has stood the test of time and a lot of water has flown down the Gomti since its sacred origin.
One only has to give in to the perverse desire to let go orally to experience the joy after a tired and frustrating day's work. You can thus air your worst mood with minimum verbiage. If you think that loudly saying f*** or s*** brings such emotional, physical and spiritual release that it clears all the cobwebs in your brain, imaging a drug which is thousand times more potent - that is our Medical literature. With its frank inappropriateness and lack of corners it is both an ageless balm and benediction. As we prepare to celebrate the golden jubilee of our Georgian '75 batch next year I am getting nostalgic, remembering the transcendental power of our Medical literature.
Unadulterated academics often gets monotonous, and if you are far
away from your loved ones in a lonely hostel room, very alarmingly frightening!
Boredom is a big bully, when you step up to it and take it by its beards, you
will be surprised to see it coming out in your hands, as it was stuck there
only to scare away timid adventurers! Ragging converted us from timid
adventurers to brave soldiers.
It is a pity that ragging is confused with mindless violence and so has been rightly banned today, but it has robbed this generation of a very vital maturity podium, after climbing which, one gets integrated with the ethos of an institution. One can then mingle seamlessly into the pool of seniors and foster most wonderful relationships for life!