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Field Trip! Beach Party! What do I even call it?!

I’m extra extra, super cheesy topping with jalapeno sauce extra, late to writing this (once again) (who even is surprised at this point tbh?) but in my very strong defense: I had a Maths mock. Which did not go well, thanks for asking. Which is really, what tends to happen when you don’t study for an exam. Kind of like what I’m doing right now - I mean, I do have a physics exam coming up soon, but nooo, Murtaza would rather I write this blog. Well, okay, Murtaza - if I fail and end up ruining my life, it’s on you. Just so we’re clear.

When we were first told of the field trip, it honestly seemed too good to be true. Like. What. Really?! I didn’t even know they did field trips at Chapter in the first place. (They do.)

With the date being set to the 3rd of March, and the venue the notorious Turtle Beach, which… is somewhere.. in Karachi.. I think.., the students of PAF Chapter A Levels’ Section got ready to have the time of their lives, on a beach, 10 days before the mocks started. Classic. (Just a little heads up, by the way: I’ve been studying Physics for the last 4 hours.. so if I fail to make sense at any point here or use a word that may not be found in the standard Oxford English Language Dictionary™, excuse me. It’s the sun, all this brightness really takes a toll on my dark, dark soul.)

ANYWAY. The actual day finally finally arrives, with people coming into the school wearing all sorts of flowery dresses, or not, and taking about ten thousand selfies, or not. You’d take one look at the cluster of girls inside and all around all the three washrooms, and you’d think someone died in ther— I should really be doing Physics right now. Sir Amir will murder me if I fail.

Really.

The circular said we were supposed to leave the school at 9 am. I’ll tell you what I was doing at 9 am. Applying eyeliner. These circulars.. they lie better than any politician, let me tell you. I mean, I’m not even sure if the beach we went on was even Turtle Beach to begin with, but we’ll get on that later. Around 9:15, everyone was boarded in their respective buses, with various teachers and staff calling out names and making sure the student/van arrangement wasn’t being meddled with. Smh. “Student/van arrangement” what even is up with me. I could’ve finished the entire Quantum Physics by now.

Word has it, that someone from the A2s actually sneaked onto the buses without permission to go to the trip (they didn’t pay the money stuff on time, I believe). And you didn’t hear this from me, but that certain someone was none other than Mohammad Farhan, who once ran up for the position of Head Boy and ended up losing.. with the second least number of votes.. lol. The administration asked him to get off the bus several times, I think, calling him multiple times and whatnot - but boy, he did not budge from his damned seat. Something to be said about going through with whatever you start, man.

When we finally reached the beach, all of us (which were potentially more than 300 students) (I think) were stuffed into one hut, to the point of suffocation. And the hut was on fleek too, with a bent bed, broken sofa set, no mirrors in the washroom, and the room so beautifully stuffy; you could feel death and misery looming on you like a mist cloud. Assuming there is something known as a mist cloud - I really wouldn’t know. Practically, therefore, forced to be outside; we went and my God, it was lit. Camels, camels, and more camels; horses, horses, and more horses; people, people, and thankfully not even more people. The sun shined to it’s utmost capability, bent on tanning and potentially burning off anyone dumb enough to venture outside without sunscreen. (Me. It was me. I forgot to put on sunscreen.) There were cameras everywhere, people laughing and splashing their friends with bucket-loads of water, the seaweed getting stuck to everyone’s feet with the determination of never ever letting go of their freaking foot, which could only be rivaled by the camel walas’ determination to convince people to take a ride.

I’m saying this on the risk of someone, and by someone I mean everyone, telling me I’m lying and kissing $%& of the admin staff or what not, but. It was awesome. I’m sorry you didn’t come Ali, and chose to waste your life rotting away in your room with snapchat and your poor math skills, but. It really was awesome. I mean, admittedly, the songs played by the DJ could really have been better - but hey, who cares? There was volleyball and food and ugly songs and water water water and cameras and unicorns and sea horses and rainbows and potatoes and starfishes and I just really, really like Taylor Swift. What. I don’t even know. They didn’t play Taylor Swift. I think. Did they play Taylor Swift? What am I saying? I should be studying…

On a brighter note, I discovered one of my classmates was actually…

(A rat? No, I knew that already.)

(A secret ballerina? Nope.)

….AQUAMAN!!! *cue the fishy music* (Ha ha. Get it? Fish?)

People danced with their hearts out, threw water on each other with their hearts out, and our beloved Mohsin Mustafa decided making a video would be easier and lesser time-consuming than actually bothering to take pictures.. so.. he made a video. Smh. You can find it anywhere on his profile, he posted it like 57 times. RIP.

Khushi dekho zara.. it's like they've never been to a beach before.

Probably safe to say everyone loved this beach field trip. I mean, judging from almost 40+ posts on the blog.. and the never-ending statuses.. one would call it a major heart-wrenching success. Around 3:20 pm, everyone was yelled at and dragged from the beach/hut into the vans once again, and finally, finally, finally, we went off back to school, a satisfying ending to perhaps the highlight of this entire school year.

white girl: *points to pants* white girl: *laughs*

Thank you to Anoosha and Murtaza for working so hard for this trip, as well as to Ismail and Hoorulain. Thank you to the entire administration and the staff for organizing and managing the event so well. Thank you to Osama Thara for absolutely nothing; oh, wait. Thank you Osama for constantly asking me to mention you in a blog. Attention seeker, much? You’re welcome.

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Dear Vibrance,

You know that Vibrant thingy that was supposed to happen? Well, it actually did happen.  And let us tell you how lucky you are, for not having attended it.

After months of preparation, postponing, advertising, marketing and promises of #EmpoweringYouth and #ChallengingMisconceptions, The City School PAF Chapter finally - FINALLY - brought to you Vibrance.

And I’ll tell you the one good thing that came out of it - it's finally over.

（´☣౪☣) You wake up way earlier in the morning than you normally would, hoping to be #Empowered and your #MisconceptionsToBeChallenged, you reach school expecting preparations to be in full swing, and then – drumroll, please - you’re told that the opening ceremony is to be held in the resource room… *insert a silent pause of deep confusion* ....

And as the participants start to trickle in you realize why. There seem to be more Directors than the Participants themselves. Yet they're eager and prepared, to be #Empowered and to have their #MisconceptionsChallenged. And well, they are. They are #Empowered with the knowledge that their #Concept of Vibrance was totally, completely, brutally amiss.

The first round of photography begins. The #Challenge is to photograph the cover for a magazine. And what magazine might that be? Cosmopolitan. No, we’re not joking. Yes, it was Cosmo-freaking-politan. (“HUM KIS KE KAPREY UTTARWAEN??” one of them bursts out, in utter desperation.)

A while after this, the #Misconception of the above #Challenge was realized and the magazine was changed to National Geographic. The participants went off, trying to find something worthy of capturing within the red brick walls.

Meanwhile, the directors are confused as to what they are supposed to do and when Sir Adnan asks one of the directors what her duty is, she says, "mein bags check kar rahi hoon".  After a few hours of loitering around, their confusion clears up; they come up with a “brilliant” idea for a way to make this event go by. They line up to make a video of themselves dancing to Shakar Wandaan in the sun, shrieking with anguish when it's not perfect and then doing it all over again.

Oye Hoye,

*

Being bored of even this, they begin speculating over going to some Tea Festival. But basically all they do is sit around in the shade, wondering why fate decided to teach them the true definition of boredom today of all days.

The participants are forgotten and at one point one of them goes up to the Director General and asks, "yaar aap ne ye kiya hum ko jungle mein akele chor diya”.

Out of the only two people who registered for Graphic Designing, one of them decides to opt out of it and instead compete in the photography challenge since they are allowed to take part in only one component. And YAYYYY, so fortunate for the other guy who gets to go home with the winning shield; he didn’t have to do anything at all.

After what seemed like decades (and Mohsin himself saying, “end karo is chuss program ko”), the winners are announced followed by a warm speech by Mr. Simon Classy.

The relief that the end of the whole “chuss” event was euphoric. Thank you very much.

And oh, some very greasy rolls and juice-boxes were also handed to only the volunteers; the second good thing about the event.

BUT, everything put aside, the efforts of the directors cannot be gone unnoticed since they worked tirelessly for the event regardless of how it turned out to take place even after being canceled THREE-freaking-TIMES. I applaud you. 

Oh, and a special mention to Salar Siddiqui!! (only because of your puppy eyes)

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Theaterics, theaterics, theaterics!

They used to say Picture abhe baqi ha mere dost and I used to think about what a lame picture it’d be to begin with. Theaterics 2016 finally, finally, finally happened on the 9th of February 2016 and we have finally, finally, finally gotten around to write about it. Tssk. In my defence, I had a physics test. Which I’m pretty sure I failed anyway, but whatever.

I honestly don’t even know where to begin, but I’ll take the time out to say this: Whatever negative, or condescending, thing I have EVER said about Theaterics.. I take it all back. Every bit of it, every little microscopic part. To be honest: to say the event went really well is somewhat of an understatement.

The day started with someone telling me to reach the Habib University at 12 pm sharp, only to make me roam around the same place again.. and again.. and again. For you know, 3 hours. Only. Because of course I’d love to go round and round on the same spot for 3 hours - no biggie. Around 3pm, people finally started filling in, from the volunteers to the ADs to the participants, some taking selfies, to some taking even more selfies, to some who literally couldn’t stop taking selfies. And then we had some participants who very well couldn’t stop freaking out about! having! to! perform! on! the! freaking! stage! in! front! of! every! freaking! body! Honestly, though, there were around 200 people. Who wouldn’t be nervous?

We had Aysal Mehmood, Rida Siddiqui and Iman Sohail sitting on the front desk: where Iman was jotting down participants’ names and their play timings while simultaneously blessing everyone with her smile. Seriously. Iman Sohail smiling, as frequent as it is, is like getting to watch a rainbow up close. Sigh. Going inside the very, very, very huge (and very maze-like) (also, very confusing) building, we were ushered into the auditorium. Volunteers were posted on different doors and points, some doing their work a little too efficiently: sources have it one volunteer didn’t let Faraz himself pass through a doorway because “I’m under orders to not allow anyone to go through here”. Wow. Talk about dedication.

The ACTUAL event then initiated, with all the auditorium seats getting gradually filled up, with Dua Hamid and Arhum Soleja taking the stage and making various announcements. Hamza Ali was called upon for the Qur'anic recitation, and apparently he liked being onstage so much, he kept on coming back there throughout the entire event and waving his hands around like a lunatic. Really, Hamza: what were you even trying to do?! And, after all, of this meagre drama, we come to the main highlight of the event:

The PLAYS! Duh. What did you think it was gonna be? It’s a drama competition, man.

We had an amazing performance by some underprivileged kids from the Darul-Sukoon, which was amazingly presented and may or may not have made majority of the audience cry. Well. at least I did. It was so well-organized and the message, heart wrenching. (Don’t ask me what the message actually was. I’ve forgotten. But it was gr8.)

Going on, we had a number of plays from different teams, a prominent one was: Heer Ranjha which highlighted the tragic backstory of two lovers doomed by society and circumstances. Then we had a one on domestic abuse, how it happens and what it results in: it was definitely very, very emotional and may have made me cry like an absolute loser in front of like 58,584 people. (And it was written by Sara Tariq, from AS!) (I don’t know about you, but well done, man. It was so perfectly thought out and described!!)

Then came on a series of plays, from comedy to solemn; most of them with the most talented actors and amazing plotlines! Like, I’m honestly in awe here. Wow. Actual-freaking-wow. And you know what? Like 98% of my astonishment doesn’t even come from the plays being astonishing. It’s all from our beloved headboy Ismail Vohra choosing to sit next to me and updating me about all his controversial beliefs. I mean, I’m obviously not going to mention them here but… who.. made this guy head boy…. why… He had an opinion on every SINGLE thing that happened in every SINGLE play, pointing out the bad acting at times, to how he himself wanted to act out in a play but couldn’t. He also mentioned how girls are oh-so-hard to understand, and how he’d rather never be with a girl.. well Ismail, at least you still have Vinay.. right..?

.

And from where I stand, Vinay isn’t a bad choice for you at all, Ismail. Nope, not bad at all.

COMING BACK to the topic at hand (I’m sorry for the diversion but Ismail REALLY wanted to be mentioned here.. or something..), let’s talk about the biggest bestest highlight of this event that ANY event has ever seen. If you haven’t guessed yet, you must really have the brain capacity of a goldfish. YES, hello, I’m talking about the play ADAM & EVE over here.

With the participants from PAF Chapter itself, the play comprised of a beautiful story about Adam and Eve being created and Eve being led astray by the Devil via the seven cardinal sins. It went on to Adam fighting the demons and helping Eve finally overcome her transgressions.

To put it nicely: I don’t even have the words to describe how perfect it was. I can’t. （ ´థ౪థ）

And no, I’m not being biased because they’re my friends and I want a treat (but really, I do want a treat, guys).. but really.. their play was all the good things in life, it was a blessing by the god of the underworld himself, that play. I watched the whole thing unfold with my own eyes, and all I can say is: suddenly, my vision is clear, my acne is gone, my crops have flourished, I can hear colors, the poor are now rich, and the rich are now richer. Like, I can’t even believe I know these people in real life.

Dancing? Check. Co-ordination? Check. Amazing cast? Check. On-point music? Check. The best damned plot? Check. I wish I could drag them, but honestly I don’t even know what to drag them on. Let’s just take a moment of silence for them, their ingenuity (even though I’m pretty sure they stole the idea from somewhere) and their utter incapability of giving treats! It’s been a month and I’m still freaking waiting. Bhai, de bhi dooo..

The last performance was also from a team from our school: it was a serious drama about the very Purpose of Life. Some intended puns here and there in the play caused the audience to laugh out loud but by this time, everyone had left and the auditorium (which was already half empty) was reduced to only few patient PAFians. A speech by our Principal in his purest British accent gave the cue that the event was about to conclude. Next up, was our respected headmaster and Miss Naureen, whose remarks about how the event was successful enough not to be cancelled earned applause from all of the PAFians.

The three judges from NAPA were called next. And if you think you can call in some experts to judge and then expect them to appreciate your efforts, then you are very wrong. They criticized and criticized. From the handling of the mikes to the delivery of dialogues, everything was given a harsh judgment. The management team was scolded for not removing their ugly faces from the stage when the plays were going on. (Tssk, tssk Hamza). The puppet show in the start was termed not to be too puppet-ty. Mohammad Anas Bhaiyat (who later won the best actor) was criticized for clapping too much during his performance, which apparently distracted the judges. The drama on Shadi Ka Rona received the most backlash as it was ditto copied from one of Umar Sharif’s play (and they thought they could run away with that hmm!). The Heer from the Heer Ranjha was asked to stand up. She probably thought this to be her Oscar moment as her friend patted her on the back and she stood up proudly - instead it turned out to be the Miss Universe moment where instead of what was expected, she was snubbed big time. How dare she run around the stage when the play had started?!

“Yeh stage ki tauheen hoti hai.”

She slinked back in her seat and will probably never go within a 5 mile radius of a stage ever again. Sigh. Next the character from the last play “wo shalwar kameez main jo mullah tha!” had to suffer the wrath of the judge. Despite giving one the strongest performance in the play he was snubbed as being a “Sorryass!” (Quoting his exact words. I mean, seriously.).

Next the prestigious award of the Best Play was given to Adam and Eve (they deserved it for sure!),

...the Best actor to Mohammad Anas ,

..aaand the Best Actress to Ayesha Ibrahim (who started jumping frantically and hugged every other person she could find in her vicinity).

I'm so proud of you Ash, *lowkey has tears in eyes*

Then at the very end the whole management team, the volunteers and the actors were called on the stage for the mandatory photo session which was followed by the slogans of “Chepter Chepter”, “Cancel cancel”, and Chapter’s very own anthem “ale lo la ale lo la”.

We’d like to thank Faraz Haider for organizing such a wonderful event, like. You could SEE his hard work paying off with every second the event went on, and for me personally: I’m so happy it did! If anyone deserved such a glo-rious event, it’s probably him. SO. Thank you Faraz for all the dedication, thank you the entire Theaterics directorate and THANK YOU to our school management for helping in making this imagination become reality.

And, with that, Chapter’s very first successful event with all its months long hype, finally came to an end.

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Introducing Theaterics..

"All the world's a stage and Theaterics is the best of stages." — Faraz Haider, President Theaterics

Theaterics, theaterics, theaterics. Yes, they spelt the event name wrong. Yes, most of their posts have so many grammatical errors, a part of you dies each time someone shares it. Yes, it’s that same event that a certain society head and a particular captain of the football team seem incapable of well enough leaving it alone. But, on a basic level, what is Theaterics really? If you ask Iman Sohail, you’ll find that “It’s a drama thingy.” If you ask anyone in the directorate, you’ll probably get the same response - with many big and varied words thrown about, just to convince you about how big of a deal Theaterics really is.

All jokes aside though, Theaterics is the one event that’s actually gonna be hella lit. You’ll have actual plays brought to life right in front of you, with the actors and writers coming from several acclaimed and prestigious institutions of our country. There’s going to be, like, at least 10 plays - all ranging from various topics, like (hopefully) (I’m honestly making wild guesses here) a household comedy, to a play about Adam and Eve and their encounter with the Seven Cardinal Sins. If anything, you know you can count on these plays to be hilarious. If nothing, you could in the very least, have a great laugh about the awful acting and the weak plotlines. Eitherway, it’s confirmed to be very entertaining, what with all the hype surrounding the event.

All jokes LITERALLY aside though, Theaterics is a drama event (yes, it really is!) which is being hosted by the Dramatics Society of PAF Chapter - and since none of us actually know who’s in the Drama Society, let’s just consider it to be Faraz Haider, for all intents and purposes. The event comprises of many colleges and universities participating on one platform, and bringing out their acting and directing (oh, and don’t forget writing) skills to build up to several awesome plays. And you know the best part? The institutions include Hamdard University (and maybe even IBA, too)!! There's a couple of private teams too, and 3 teams from our students at Chapter itself, have applied, so far! The participants will perform on the stage, one by one; and then we’ll have judges who’ll.. well.. judge the event.. because… they’re judges.. okay, I didn’t know how else to put it.

The awards include “The Best Play”, “The Best Actor: Male” and “The Best Actor: Female” — and you know what? If you can’t win an Oscar, you might as well win something in Theaterics. I mean, even Leonardo DiCaprio couldn’t win shit in the Oscars.

One of the best features of Theaterics is that there’s going to be a dance performance by the Darul-Sukoon organization, which will be included in the opening ceremony. The sequence will be performed by under-privileged children, and there will be a spiritual message contained within. The venue for this event, as many know, is Habib University’s auditorium which is quite the spacious and aesthetic spot for hosting such an event. It has a capacity of about 300+ people, which is awesome. 300 people. What more could you ask for. All these people breathing around you, taking in your entitled oxygen, their dead skin cells floating everywhere. I love life.

Kidding. If you’re wondering who’s gonna be judging the event, and who will be the chief guest, I have some news for you. It’s…….. a SURPRISE!! They’re famous, I can tell you that much, and they’re awesome, I can guarantee you that too. They’re probably the very people you’ve always fantasized about meeting, from our media industry, and seeing them there, judging YOU.. will probably have some very adverse effects.. I mean, you’ll probably lose your mind and forget your lines and may even blow up your entire performance.. but.. atleast.. messing up that bad means they’ll never forget you (and tell all of their friends what a massive failure at life you are) so, really.. it’s all good, right?

Coming to basic facts, it’s gonna be held on the 9th of February, which is basically speaking, this Tuesday (I get to bunk Physics class! Yay me!) and the tickets for the audience seats are already being sold out. There’s like only 150 seats available, by the way, so go get your ticket from the Admin Office as soon as you can! (You could try running to the school in pouring rain, barefoot, with mascara running down your face, if you really wanted to — it’s a drama event after all. I think they’d appreciate the sentiments.)

If you’re inspired by acting, arts and culture, Theaterics is the best place for you to be. (I mean that as an honest unbiased opinion, not one coming from the AD of Theaterics Marketing Department side of me.) (Really.) It’s a place for you to get started, a place where you can act out and be who you want to be, a place for your stories to be realised. It’s a place where you can literally have your imagination come to life. Your play can be about anything, it can be about the hassles of your life as an student, to the late-night physiological theories you have and how they affect this world and everyone in it. It just needs to be socially and ethically acceptable, and yes, I know that crosses out like half of your ideas... but, still. Get creative, take out your notebooks and the back of your chemistry registers where you’ve doodled all your thoughts. Team up with your friends. Believe me, this is the one event you wouldn’t want to miss. If nothing, it will be something you’ll always remember; with all the entertainment and the laughter.

Come to Theaterics, it’s gonna be awesome! Bring out the dramatic skills in you.. if no one else, I believe you have what it takes to leave the judges stunted.

Whoops, sorry, I meant stunned*.

Or did I?

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The Bake Sale 2016

Written By: Hamna Fatima and Mahad Tariq

Oh, you wanted PAFMUN?

We’ll give you something better!

The sweet smell of overpriced french fries, wails of little kids and people strolling hand in hand, what does all this remind us of? You guessed it: Disneyland CHAPTER’S BAKE SALE. (Although, we do fail to see why it’s called a Bake Sale.) (There’s no baking.) (And there damn straight isn’t ANY kind of sale.) On the 21st of January 2016, the A-levels section finally finally FINALLY (did I mention finally?) had its very own event (of sorts), organized by the Inhouse Society 2015-16 of PAF Chapter.

It was an awesome event; everyone had fun (hopefully) even though a lot of people were heard whining about the fact that the O-level Section’s Bake Sale was far better than ours. We tried making it a bit different than the previous one. We changed the venue and moved it closer to the B Block to avoid having the feeling of walking in a sandstorm. We removed the hair spraying part because that’s too childish for us, and we added a photo booth because we love taking pictures with our friends and their friends and random strangers.

The event started off with the principal inaugurating the tent which we had already entered before (gotta love the co-ordination). Some of the highlights, are as follows:

Bake Sale means family and family means no one gets left out (or was it Ohana?). The whole enormity of Chapter’s population was seen today in the weenie tent on the school grounds. This included our very own gora principal (am I being racist?) John Proctor who was being escorted everywhere by Sir Adnan Rashid like he was the Queen of England. Also seen at the scene were little kids with weird sashes on their bodies claiming them to be Energy Savers, Mathletes, The Dark Lord’s Slaves and a whole bunch of other things with their teachers also enjoying and reminiscing their times of youth and some even silently crying about the bygone days. Ah well, not everyone can handle being in close proximity to a million other people releasing toxins and potentially dangerous bacteria with every b r e a t h  t h e y  t a k e. Well I certainly can’t.

What’s a Bake Sale without a fight, right? At the start of the whole event, when everyone was minding their own business (they weren’t at the end) two guys suddenly started fighting like cats (well they actually looked like cats to me but I have a history of weird hallucinations so never you mind). What were they fighting about? Girls? Answers to p3 problems? FOOD? No. They were fighting about freaking water balloons. WATER BALLOONS! Men, eh? I tell ya, the only thing more fragile than a man’s ego is.. well.. another man’s ego. .__.

The Pafineur Society was seen in action again at the Shawarma stall. You'd think they’d still be sore about the whole Entreship being cancelled thing and all but well, I guess they aren’t anymore (dammit). So does this mean that Abdullah Zahid doesn’t have a grudge against the Headmaster anymore? He was seen by sources to be having an amazing time too.

Well he certainly looks happy to me (while pointing at an innocent kid’s rear end but hey, who’s judging). Good for you, Abdullah. Good for you.

Ok so, I don’t want to sound like Obama is my dad or anything but can we all just agree on the fact that the SPEAKERS WERE THE MOST HORRIBLE SPEAKERS IN THE HISTORY OF SPEAKERS THAT HAVE EVER SPEAKERED IN THE ENTIRE SOLAR SYSTEM?? Because they were. I mean, Bake Sale is that ONE event of the year where you can tell all the people you hate the exact procedure of the way you’re planning their murder and them not being able to hear it over the sound of the music. Frankly, I for one, was very disappointed. Don’t even get me started on the song selecti— ***The content here is blocked due to inappropriate content. We apologize for any discomfort.***

The balloons stall! It was horrendous. How dare they make such pretty pretty balloons and then not give them out for free? I had to beg every other person I met to get me one! You could see balloons everywhere; little globes of reds and pinks and silvers floating about the tent and the campus too! We even saw one little red balloon float away to the sky and eventually explode into a thousand little plastic shards.. probably the saddest thing I’ve seen this year around. (Was I the only one praying everyone’s balloons would fly away… just to catch the look of pure and undiluted grief on their faces? …asking for a friend..).

THE FOOD!! The highlight of the event, the apple of my eye, my son, my firstborn child, the saviour of my tribe, that SLUSH was the best thing that’s ever happened to mankind, and you know it. Drinking the blue one was like finding Nirvana; suddenly my vision is clear, my acne is gone, my crops have flourished, I can hear colors, the poor are now rich and the rich are now richer! No lies!

Look at the happiness. True happiness. The kind that one comes with one, or two, giant glasses of SLUSH.

OTHER that that heavenly piece of heavenliness, we had food stalls of biryani, French fries, gola ganda and many other items! Everything was sold at a price everyone would have protested on the streets for, if we all weren’t in the bake sale spirit. There was also a jail made of overturned tables in which word has it, even the headmaster was captured for a while. The head of the Science Society organized a games booth — and it would be very appropriate to say he was one who got played in the end.

I guess that’s about it, though. I know, I know, there were a million other things; like video gaming, and —wait, WHERE WAS THE STALL PEOPLE KEPT ON GETTING CHOCOLATE-Y DRINKS FROM?? It took me 5 hours of continuous searching, and I STILL couldn’t find it. What is this sorcery? Did someone enchant that whole booth with invisibility against me? What actual fresh hell is this.

Jokes apart though, it was a very good event and absolutely everyone loved it. Isn’t that what we all want in life? (Except for, you know, an A* in Math) i.e a day without worries and WITH trampolines to jump on. Kudos to the Inhouse Society for such an amazing Bake Sale. It was cool. Thank you Vinay, Hamna, Rijja, Mahad and Jehanzeb.