An Exam Trip That Taught Me Absolutely Nothing (Except Life Isn’t Fair)
This was supposed to be a simple trip to Chikkamagaluru. The plan was simple: my best friend and two of his friends had an exam there, I didn’t but somehow, I ended up going along anyway. And oh, what a journey it was.
We booked an auto to the railway station, all confident and on time. Halfway through the ride, the driver suddenly stopped and said he was confused. Before we could even process what was happening, he dropped us… right back at the starting point. Same spot, same confusion, different level of panic. By the time we took another auto to a different station, our original train was long gone. That’s how our “exam trip” officially began—by already going wrong.
Once we finally got on a train, everything felt fine again. We talked nonstop, shared food, laughed at random things, and completely forgot that this trip involved responsibility. It felt like one of those rare moments where nothing matters except the people you’re with. From there, we took a bus and reached our stay. The second we entered the room, exhaustion hit us like a wave, no unpacking, no drama, just straight sleep.
That night, I decided to help my best friend study but bro had other plans. He was drunk, sleepy, and deeply committed to doing absolutely nothing. I kept telling, “Just 15 minutes, please.” He kept saying, “Relax… you also sleep.” I would explain something, he would listen with his eyes closed and ask me to repeat it, then fall asleep again. Eventually, I gave up and questioned all my life choices. The next morning he still went and wrote the exam.
Once the exam was done, we headed to a food street. Good food fixes everything, stress, disappointment, and exhaustion. We ate, talked, and laughed like the exam never existed. The next day, we returned to college, carrying tired bodies and memories that already felt nostalgic.
A month later, the results were out. And somehow somehow the guy who barely studied, slept through explanations, and told me to chill… scored more than me. I stared at the result for a solid minute. Then laughed. Because at that point, what else could I do?
The trip didn’t teach me anything academic. But it gave me stories I’ll never stop telling. What was meant to be an exam trip turned into a reminder that plans rarely go as expected—and sometimes, the most chaotic journeys become the best memories.
And yes, I’m still slightly bitter about the results.