Ragged on train. . .!

Today i experienced what ragging is..I had wanted to be a victim when i was doing my UG at ethiraj, considering the fact that it is part of college life, but now i regret for wishing it. A group of eight guys(chk the numerology!) all around me..me a tiny little sparrow between them, caught in a train compartment. They thought i was a small girl and evn aftr disclosing the fact that i was their super senior i found not even the slightest change either due to surprise or anything else. I forgot what language to speak and the words were mumbled through my mouth..all of them kept looking at me as though they are seeing a woman for the first time and all through the tedious 40 mins journey not one pair of eyes looked away from me. The comments were mainly centred around my hairstyle, my english, my eyes..and of course everyone were enjoying the party at my expense..So u can imagine what the whole thing was like! Chow. . .!