Storm in a teacup

By Sidra Rizvi

It all started with a simple question; "does everyone in your group have equal number of blog posts?" Then the dark clouds gathered. Lightening struck, and the thunder was heard as far as the chair person’s office. 

Another usual class of ‘Media in the Modern World’ had begun. Tempers flew high, fingers were pointed, some tears were shed and of course careless giggling was audible.

The storm had officially hit the classroom. Tea spilt everywhere. The famous symbolic teabag was seen flying in the air.

Questions about who should do what, and who should accept responsibility were circling around. The importance of every single mark was discussed. The need to work as a team was stressed upon. Comparisons between everyday instances and experiences during the blog assignment were made.

Everyone was busy sharing their opinions. It was then the Chooran Candy bloggers began feeling left out. They were missing the entire action. Some were busy messaging, some were yawning wildly while some were looking hungrily at the contenders, wondering if they too will get a slice of the wedding cake or a sip of the tea rather.

As more dark clouds assembled, claims of controversial unposted blogs were made. Not wanting to miss the tea party, a student plunged into the cup head first. He did not make it out unscathed however. A link between him and the previous plunger was tried to be established, and all efforts failed.

The questioned asked above was still left unanswered while many more sprang up. "Is it important for everyone to submit an entry on their appointed day?" was the new question. "What would happen if he/she failed to do so?" was part ‘b’.

An example of an empty seat on a bus and its competitors was given, which satisfied some. Others merely grunted, some laughed since they had nothing else to do.

 While the deprived candy bloggers still unable to take part, decided that they must come up with something to fight about in the next class. Whispering quietly to each other they scheduled an audition and rehearsal later in the day to determine who can play what role.

Amidst the heated discussion and the erupting ashes from Mount Etna promising the forthcoming lava, the creaky door opened. The teacher for the next class peeped in. Time stopped. An eerie silence overtook the class. As if with a spoon, the storm in the teacup was stirred away, and preparations for the mid term began.