Somewhere along the way, a tradition emerged. Whenever someone drops their tiffin box loudly in the corridor, the entire class claps. Instantly. Automatically. Regardless of how minor or catastrophic the actual spill turns out to be.
Nobody remembers who started this or when exactly it became a rule. It just exists now, fully established, applied consistently across every single tiffin-related incident.
Everyone participates without exception, every single time, no debate, no hesitation. It has quietly become one of the few universally agreed-upon traditions our entire class actually shares, born entirely from shared secondhand embarrassment and collective comic timing.