Story- How my after-midterm party plans went downhill…

I suddenly felt like sharing this amazing story with you, nothing special though. But my wish, my world, so sit back and relax. Have a drink while I narrate to you, an inspirational story.

To begin with…

Usually, after every one of these occasional examinations (the time we spend day and night preparing for tests that’ll never help us in any part of our lives), we have a ritual to get together and kill time. My friend circle is a group of five members. My hands are tied, I can’t tell their names. Let me just name some animals. So my friends’ group consist of a bear, a chicken, a wild boar, a rabbit and a koala (that’s me).

So my mid-term examinations ended and our squad had a plan to go to a restaurant. It was a sunny afternoon, the atmosphere in college was of joy. Our class was the first to leave its students. So I went up to the lobby near the entrance and waited for about 10 minutes. No one came. The problem was that 3 of us were in another class and the other one, the rabbit, was in my class but I had no idea where he was. I didn’t bother either. Everyone came out talking and shouting and giggling whatever they could possibly perform in their ecstasy. But these 3 didn’t.

Getting impatient, I walked up to their class and found them checking if they had written the test alright (decent kids). We walked up to the 3rd floor so we could have a look at the noticeboard displaying information about events being held, like sports day. I don’t even know why I bothered to go up.

Getting off on the wrong foot

As we looked, one of MY friends was walking by and she said, “I’ll talk to you outside, right now I’m busy.” Let’s just name this friend ‘P’. I had no idea why she said it.

As we were old friends, we used to have a nice talk at least once or twice a week outside the college. But we never did PLAN to talk. So this was unusual but I didn’t mind much. Then I saw a guy speaking to one lecturer regarding the ‘host’ for the annual day. I found it strange. For every occasion, this guy would come up on stage and speak. It’s like with over 700 students (approximately), the staff could only find a few people to speak.

Then an idea hit me. I decided to give it a shot myself. Normally, for hosting, you needed a partner. My friend ‘P’ had a neat accent, though slightly hyper, she would make a fine partner I thought. She had anyway called to meet up, I decided to wait to talk about it.

By this time, our group was already in fragments. The bear was waiting for his parents to come to the college for some paperwork. I was waiting outside with the chicken and the wild boar. Then another friend of mine, let’s call her ‘S’ was outside too. It had been a while since we had met. I told my friends (the animals) to wait and I went up to her. About after 10 minutes, I came back to the animals.

The wild boar

I don’t exactly know why I named this guy, the wild boar. I just thought it would suit him. This guy had a problem with me talking with girls. For one, they never seemed to talk to him or any of the members of my group. Two, he was least interested in them.

Coming back to the story, the wild boar was now slowly boiling up. The bear was still waiting for his parents in the office. I was still waiting for ‘P’. We were all desperately hungry. The wild boar’s IQ level had also seemed to have gone down. Finally, being the animal that he was, he gave up waiting and sped off with his vehicle. I and the chicken watched helplessly as he went.


Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore, neither could the chicken. We decided to go into the building again. I told him to check on the bear while I decided to look out for ‘P’. When I finally found her, I for no reason, lost my mood to talk about it. It was probably the hunger. So when she looked, I just smiled and waved goodbye. Then I went up to the office to the bear and the chicken. The bear then sadly told that it would take a lot more time. He just said he would catch at the restaurant later.

So I and the chicken took off to my house so that I could get some money (my house is the closest to the college, so I never bothered to bring a rupee).  Then as we went, I called the wild boar with my phone which I had picked up at my house,  about where had he been. He had gone home and had had 2 plates of egg rice on his way home. The neanderthal! The wild boar was a perfect name for him alright. He also informed that the restaurant to which we had planned to go, was closed.

‘It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas’

So I told the chicken about a restaurant I had once been to. We arrived there. As we were about to order, the bear called me up. I told him the restaurant’s name which he didn’t recognise. There is a reason why he got the name bear and you probably guessed it, but he rode his bike like a maniac so he would arrive in no time. The chicken told me to mention the street and that he would stand on the road for him to recognise. I thought I understood him. But he literally went and stood on the road where anyone could hit him. This gave me the idea to name him “the chicken”

Soon the bear came in. We all had a great meal, the ketchup was ultimate….. (the chicken hated the burger he had ordered, the bear found the base of his pizza way too hard, the ketchup was just red water…if you saw some cavemen eating whatever they found recently, that was us).

The end

So that is the story, of how our sweet get-together became… sweeter. The irony of this is that the idea of writing about this was by the wild boar. Anyway, thank you for your time. I guess I am more interested in storytelling now. Story…story…story  … Anyway, click on the bell icon (That’s a new feature I added recently…pretty cool, right?) on the left to keep hearing more motivational stories. Until next time, Adios amigo! 


Hi there! I'm an 18-year-old dude who loves to travel. Well, still too young for that, but I travel around whenever I get a chance- and I never miss out writing on any of 'em! Being experienced in the writing world, I also write reviews of writing agencies and companies.

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