Story Time from the halls of Daulat Ram College Flashback to 2011, folks. I had just waltzed into Delhi University’s North Campus, specifically Daulat Ram College, with a grin that could rival the Cheshire Cat’s. Why? Because I had just checked off my ultimate teenage dream. Oh yes, the excitement was real. But then came the mandatory rite of passage—the hostel ragging session. And let me tell you, this wasn’t just any hostel. We’re talking posh, darling. The kind where the ladies dripped generational wealth and hailed from places like Delhi NCR, Punjab, Chandigarh, and other metro cities. And then there was me. The inevitable question popped up: “Where are you from?” With all the pride of a hometown hero, I said, “Ranchi.” And what did I get in return? A bunch of blank stares that could rival a deer caught in headlights. I kid you not, this was pre-Dhoni days, so Ranchi might as well have been Narnia. One girl even went so far as to ask, “Ranchi? You mean Karachi? You’re from P...