In today’s media class, Sir Zia threw us into a classic chit-picking challenge—aka the “make a plot in six minutes and pray it’s not a disaster” game. The rules were simple: draw a chit for character, location, and object, and then come up with a story that doesn’t make you question your existence. Easy, right? Wrong.
We, the fearless squad of four (Anmol, Anaya, Zaina, and me), got to work. First up, Anmol picked our character: Comic Relief. Not bad, we thought—could be fun. Then Anaya pulled the location chit, and bam! Library. Still manageable, we told ourselves. Then it was my turn, and guess what object I pulled out of that hat of doom? A cardboard.
Silence.
We stared at our chits in disbelief. Comic relief? In a library? With cardboard?! This was either the worst combination ever or an opportunity for pure brilliance—honestly, it could’ve gone either way.
The timer was ticking, and with four minutes left (yes, we wasted two minutes staring at each other like deer caught in headlights), I had a brainwave. “What if,” I said, “there’s a guy hiding inside a cardboard box?” “And he’s dressed as a clown to surprise his friend?” Anmol added.
Cue Anmol’s wide-eyed stare. At first, I thought that she is being sarcastic and she was about to reject the idea, but instead, she said, “Wait... that’s actually not bad.”
We all started laughing (probably from panic), and then, just like that, the story fell into place. The guy dressed as a clown, hiding in a cardboard box to prank his friend, somehow ends up in a library. He pops out, expecting applause, but the library is completely empty, dark, and eerie. Suddenly, what was supposed to be a funny surprise turns into a creepy mystery.
Just as we wrapped up the story, we remembered the most important part: Anmol had to present it to Sir Zia. The brave soul that she is, she walked up and explained our “masterpiece.” And then came the moment of truth. Sir Zia, in his usual calm yet terrifying way, asked, “Is this the story you want to go with?”
Anmol froze. “Uh... let us think about it, Sir,” she muttered and quickly sat back down. First thing she said? “Guys help, we need a better story!”
(this was our vision, yes, we also felt like clowns after narrating this story)
And that, my friends, is the story of how our six-minute challenge didn’t quite go as planned. But hey, we got a laugh out of it.
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