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Flashmob, Fort & Fake Studying – A Saturday Saga

 Yesterday was one rollercoaster of a Saturday.


So our toxicology sir had told us earlier that we’d be doing a flashmob for Anti-Tobacco Day. Yes, you read that right — a flashmob. In public. Dancing. Us. Lol


Practice started the day before the actual event. Very on brand for us. Thankfully, heavy rain gifted us a leave on Friday — bless the skies. We aren't professional dancers or anything, but we’ve got one thing in common: the willpower to pull off whatever chaos we sign up for.


Our rehearsals were basically just us roasting each other, laughing at wrong steps, and doing the signature “wait, what comes after this move?” head tilt.


Come Saturday morning — 9 AM sharp — we reached Fort. There were police officers, excise officers, and students from another institute, all geared up and lined up neatly with placards. We stood with our banners, acting all serious for a minute. Then came the speeches.


But the real chaos? When they suddenly announced “Now, the flashmob!”


BROOO. Panic mode: activated.

Every step we rehearsed just left our brain. Like poof. Gone! And there we were — dancing in front of officers and strangers, forgetting steps, missing beats — basically becoming the entertainment section of the program. But hey, we did it. Somehow. It ended faster than we thought, thank God.


Then came the marathon. (Not us, don’t worry.) The other institute’s students ran all the way to the civil station while we… gracefully walked there as part of the rally. Classic us. At the civil station, we got our pics clicked and were treated to tea and snacks. 7/10 for hospitality. 


Now here comes the twist: since it was a Saturday, we had class till 12:30 PM. 

BUT this programme was our golden ticket to bunk. Sir said that if we return before 12:30, we’d have to attend class and that's what our principal mam told him. And THAT, my friend, is when the unity of our batch shined like a diamond.  Everyone pleaded with sir to stretch the time just a bit more. He agreed to give us attendance till 11:30 — and that’s all he could do. He’s honestly a cool sir. Knows us too well.


To kill time, sir said he wanted to buy some pots (??), so we followed him like little confused ducklings. He bought the pots (yes, actual plant pots), and then… we were back to class by 11:30. Still one more hour to survive.


None of us had our books. Not a single soul. We all walked painfully slow to waste time. The vibes? Unmotivated but united.


At 11.50, our mam entered the class, looked at us bookless zombies, and did the most iconic thing ever — she just sat and let us chill. People were watching reels in front of the teacher, and she acted like we were invisible. Legend.


Then at 12:30, she left the class without teaching a thing. Peak teacher behavior. We love her for that.


Post lunch, we clicked a few pics and made dance reels on a narrow road near college. Sir passed by, saw us dancing again (this time for reels not awareness), and stood there watching and laughing at us like an amused parent.


Honestly, the whole day was weirdly wonderful. Way different from the usual boring college days. Full of unexpected moments, embarrassing flashbacks, and wholesome chaos.



Sometimes, it’s the messy, unplanned days that give the most memories. No matter how cringe we felt dancing in public, or how unserious we looked in class, it all stitched together into a perfect little memory. And that's what college is all about, right?

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