End of the fucking world.

If you're a kid that had grown up with friends who love rumours and you love it to an extent too, you'd remember December 21, 2012.

I was in school hostel (as punishment ) that had everything except peace. So when the rumours ran wild, I should say I was very excited. The world was gonna end and me with it too. This meant that the hostel mates who made my life would end too. So that day me and my small close knit group of five friends decided to celebrate and break rules. Because if the world would end tomorrow, we wouldn't be punished.

So there is this huge common room, where we study and a very large dining hall. Adjacent to it is the movie theatre screen where they'd screen a movie every Saturday night. We also got to see half an hour of music channels after dinner every night (the remote was with the seniors and we had to watch whatever they decided to play). Generally, thinking back now, I think it must have been a very comfortable almost luxurious life there. Except for one nice lady, my headmistress. She took a dislike to me, for no reason and made sure that my then best friend wouldn't talk to me (she was a teacher's daughter).

We decided to break into her room to tear it down and break the stuff because my friends wanted to. They were sure that the world would end and no matter how much I convinced them that it wouldn't, the still wanted to. Then I decided to go ahead because if we were going to get caught tomorrow if the world doesn't end, then atleast we all will be punished together.

The next agenda was to spray paint the hostel entrance (that didn't happen) then break into kitchen to steal the entire cake that they kept for the next day's dinner and eat it ourselves. Then finally, enter the movie room and watch a movie if our choice because if it was the last day at least we should watch a movie we liked to.

After dinner, by 9 we slowly made our way to the other end of the school. It was a rainy night and all the lights were off. There was the school public swimming pool on the way that had a ghost story attached to it. We screamed as we crossed seeing some movement (damn that was just light reflected in water), waking up the security uncle. So we turned left, running down the grounds, through the senior block ( school had three blocks, senior, middle and primary ). When we finally did reach that lady was sitting there with a professor who we thought she liked. We just giggled and left because we thought she was doing it because that was the last day (we dumb stupid).

Making fun of her and that much hated couple, we made it back to hostel hoping for at least cake and a movie. Because that night, somehow that was the last wishes (well talking to my then crush could have been an last wish, but I thought 'why die embarrassed?').

Kitchen keys were always at the warden's room and her room was like mid distance between the boys and girls hostel. I wish we had phones back then, could have called someone in boys hostel to steal the keys. Now, since getting the keys wasn't an option, we had to enter through the store area. Life was lit back then in a way, no fear. So we enter the pitch dark room with a small torch (it's a mandatory item to keep with us in school during rainy nights).

It was a very narrow passage and a friend got stuck, she couldn't enter. We told her we'd bring back some cake for her. Now, as I reached to the cake in the large fridge, I find found that there was barely a piece. The stock hadn't come yet.

Dejected, mortally dejected I walk sadly out. The last, last wish was that movie and we make our way there. The room is soundproofed but then as I tried to boot the projector, I came to know for the first time that there was nothing to project from. They had always projected from a laptop in warden's room. Such a boring twist and an end to a seemingly boring last wishes.

The clock was ticking down to 12 and we were in one of the girls bathrooms ( it was the only lighted up place in the night ). Now all I have to do is laugh at my friends who were waiting for the boom to come. Now they had to find new last wishes and we're thinking hard. They hadn't thought so hard even in the day before's exam. Me, all I could wish for was a better half yearly holiday. That night we all went back to our dorms, a little sad that the world hadn't ended perhaps?

Now that the social media fiction script writers spin the tales that tomorrow June 21, 2020 was really that date, I suddenly remember that night and wonder what I'd have done if I were with them. A part of wants to go back to that night. But all I have is tonight. Let's see, grandma says I shouldn't eat or even drink water tomorrow and she made us shut all the windows because apparently the Ray's are harmful it seems.

So, I decide that todaaaay night Iam going to watch the Lord of the rings, eat the panneer Butter masala Ma said she'd make tonight and wait for the end of the world to come. Just so I can laugh in the morning. Maybe life would have been better if only I had kept in touch with those friends from my old school in my old town. My sister says she'll watch twilight (I roll my eyes). How come every time the world is about to end, it's a fucking boring ending. The end of the fucking world is boring.

Just kidding, as if this would ever happen.