With every dawn, Ranga’s terror grew more and more and he was then named as ‘Virus’. The reason behind his nomenclature was his steep growth curve, high virulence and availability of ‘No’ possible cure against his attack.
By the time students got familiar with his scary appearance, he came to the lecture room. “Can a teacher be so dreadful?” all of us thought. His lecture commenced with utter silence and that lasted for about 10 minutes. Baba kept on rubbing his beard and whiskers spreading the message to the public “beware of me”. We presumed he would ask for some kind of introduction but his first words were, “Hey Bhaiyajis and Matajis, whosoever doesn’t like my appearance, please step out of the room”. We didn’t understand why he called the girls as ‘Matajis”, probably he was right coz most of the girls of my class are Aunties, Matajis and Behenjis type which they always fear to accept.
Ranga again got serious. We thought he would start with some lecture but he was in no mood to do so. In that one hour class what all he discussed was about Dr. Kamal Tamil’s makeup, Dr. Pratistha’s heels, Dr. Malini Kurmuri’s attitude, Dr. Suraj Gandhawa’s laziness and what not. Boys were captivated by his keen observations but girls hated him for the same.
While he was busy discussing the issues, a girl stood up boldly and shouted, “Sir, switch on the fan coz it is very hot”. If you would have been in place of Ranga and saw her Delhi’ite attitude, you would slap her. But Ranga was an uncommon man, he just said a single sentence and that virtually killed her. He said, “Ohh, if it is that hot madam, then kindly take off your shirt”. One by one, Ranga blasted all the oddballs, rather say Matajis with attitude on their nose tips.
Just a few days from then, a Mataji brought her parents to complain against Ranga. Imagine, this Mataji by mistake happened to be one of the top scorers, but Ranga was the only person who made her cry. Even the director of the college couldn’t say anything to Ranga. Then, even the parents came to know about ‘Param Pujya Baba Ranga’.
In the next class, Ranga pulled down the attitude of yet another brat. After continuously watching her activities in class, he shouted, “Hey you Mataji, please respect this place. This is a college; worship it as Saraswati’s place. Kindly do not consider it as a prostitute’s area. You may do whatever you wish, but not here. Go wherever you want”. She also registered a complaint against Ranga, but as usual, nothing happened. She called the Director to the classroom but he also didn’t say a word against Ranga. I think, even the Director knew that ‘Ranga is a right person for such people’. Ultimately, the famous hindi prover seems true, “Laaton ke bhoot, baton se nahi maante”, and Baba Ranga proved it.
It was a time of celebration for boys. Ranga did what we all desired to do. Many females of the department made efforts to chuck him out of the institute but, he proved his virulence. Whosoever tried to do so, Ranga fired his terror against those.
“Prem se bolo, Baba Ranga ki Jai. Saare bolo, Baba Ranga ki Jai”.
Baba Ranga ka jaap karein daily 108 baar, sab kasht door honge.
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