Well…skipping the marriage series for a moment, I am jumping over to my experience at IIML as a new student.

Disclaimer: These are highly distorted facts about my first Sunday at IIML and any similarity with real events is a coincidence. (Though highly probable!!)

Before I start the narration, please read the following definition:

JTI: Juniors…The Ignorants: Students of this breed are dreamers, doomed with over enthusiasm and blessed with ignorance.

STBA: Seniors…The Benevolent Angels: This is a breed superior to JTIs, they are the experienced ones at helL and as a superior race they take the initiative (seriously than required) of pulling JTIs out of darkness. They mention time and again that they are not demons and are thus approachable (I don’t understand this place is called hell, isn’t it?? Still I should better trust them after all I am just a JTI !!!!)

IIML or IIM helL as people call it lovingly is an institute of post graduation but however
Somebody has nicknamed it wrongly I guess ‘coz in this place called hell, I see either angels or humans but no devils or demons.
A peculiar thing I noticed this Sunday was that even students take attendance of students at this place and this is treated as a fairly serious matter, what I mean is STBAs arrange for sessions always marked mandatory to educate the JTIs about anything and everything, at these sessions they call out the names of JTIs who respond by saying ‘Yes Sir’ (usually) to mark the attendance. Here I would also like to appreciate the patience both species show (atleast at par at something) ‘coz it takes 15 mins minimum.
So this Sunday was the education day devoted to different houses of IIM angels commonly named as committees. The key feature is that a mortal like me had no choice of being an atheist.
The session started with promisingly small preachings by different godheads but as it proceeded it became fairly clear to me that my Sunday was screwed.
As I sat there I couldn’t stop thinking about the missionaries sent to civilize people, who would convert people by all means and thus civilize them. As my thoughts started to engulf me after the lunchtime, the scenario around me started to change; the room was transformed into a decrepit compound full of strangely clad tribal, people had a feather cap on their head, wore very colorful frock like dresses and had a bhala in their hands; while their were some strange looking beings perhaps from some other planet, they wore white shiny clothes and had a wand and had wings, a few of them were flying across the room reprimanding the tribal over etiquettes and one of them was trying to communicate with the tribal. I scared of the scene decided to flee and thus rushed to the door, but I was spotted and one of them rushed towards me, I instinctively closed my eyes and begged forgiveness.
Next I opened my eyes I was still in the same room, spread out on my chair and my friend was waking me up ‘coz we were not allowed to sleep too.
The session took 9 hours of my idle life and gave me life saving information about the angelic houses, I believe there is hope for me too and I can also become an angel in helL.
STBAs rock!!

Amen!!!