THE RAID! – Part 2

Sweat pouring all over; I had no choice but to wait. Wait until the raid party raided my room. It was 1:30 in the afternoon all the residents of the first floor arrived. There were 20 rooms in the first floor, each room labeled with its room number above the door. The Raiders went to the first floor and asked us to stay put. I didn’t know what they had in mind; it was like a nightmare coming true during the day. The martinet head warden and his adjutant were the last to leave the lobby. We could see a few rooms from where we were. Then the watchman came running, and asked the residents of the first room to go to their room. They complied immediately. Four students occupied each room with a separate bed and a concrete shelf.
The students from the first room came one by one, three of them sad and one in a jubilant mood. All of us went and enquired and the morose three were dispossessed of their cell phones, and the one very happy managed to dupe the raider allotted to him. They went on to attend their classes. Cell phones were banned in my hostel and a person who is caught with one would be dispossessed of it and would get it back only if their parents paid the college a visit and paid an exorbitant fine. Owing to the location of the college the visit would itself be an expensive affair. Some parents would try and negotiate the fine, but that would be futile, and at the end of the day an exorbitant fine is paid from the pocket and from the mind.
Ten rooms were covered and many lost their phones and CDs’ but some lucky people escaped, many were cursing the raiders as the toppled over their books and ruined their ironed clothes. In brevity they made a big mess of the place. There were 4 talkies in all. The room that bared the name talkie was mutilated the most. One such room was visible from the lobby and I could see all the raiders devoting all their time to that room, up setting things in search of a bounty.
The room reminded me of an isolated twister. The only thing they didn’t check in the living quarters were the CPU cabinets. A few CD’s were all what they got, and I was surprised too, as the talkies all together had enough CDs to open a retail CD store.
Then it happened, I was called. A shiver ran down my spine, I was on the way to my room, a raider waiting outside to welcome me. The raider allotted to me a office staff, who was not a regular, white and black. White and Black are people in my college who dress up in white shirt and black pants and their only job is to roam around the college premises and penalize the defaulter. They were known for their impudent nature, and were strict to the core. I was happy that no of them showed for my room.
I possessed a lot of illegal items, ranging from a Cell phone to a CD player. He walked into my room and asked me if I had any cell phone or CD’s. I had both, and I stammered. He asked me to open my bags and I duly complied. I was nervous because if he checked all my bags I would have a lost a lot of things and maybe even my ID card at the end of it. It would be suspension, entry into the bad books, etc. The paranoia gripped me.
Then an idea struck me!

To be continued…………