Slow Sunday…and Mundane Monday

As I sit on my bed with puffy eyes and tousled hair on a Sunday, I can’t help writing a post. After having absolute blast for the fresher’s party yesterday I’m back to my normal listless life again. Now, before moving on, a piece of advice. Don’t sleep for ten hours straight. Your body aches, eyes look puffy and you lose almost half of a new day. And that is not something that you may reclaim.

                                                                   

Sunday is that day of the week, when you have loads of plans,but do not intend to execute them in any way. For me it is synonymous with a sleep that lasts right up to lunch passing breakfast on its way. Then my attention shifts towards my deteriorating personal hygiene which reminds me to at least wash my face before having anything. Somehow the night passes and Monday takes over. Monday is the day when everything goes wrong right from the start. As you sleep till lunch on a Sunday, you forget that this respite is quite short lived, as in the very next day you’ve to be there in your electronics lab by 7 in the morning without any fail to face a viva. Although you know that you’re going to be screwed, having the panel in fits of laughter at your answers, you can’t avoid giving answers as it looks even dumber if you remain silent. After 5 long hours of pure agony, the “monday” lunch is something you don’t really look forward to. Add to that the misery of writing practicals and assignments and you can have some idea what hell looks like. And this is not the end, as rest of the day is spent worrying about the 6 continuous lectures the next day.  

 

Just two more weeks to go before my painful pre mid-sem classes comes to an end. Have my durgapuja vacations from 11^th which are purportedly the most important vacation of any bengali’s life. The exam schedule is out. 4^th is the D-day. Preparations are about to start. Hopefully, they will start before the exams. As I achieved a new level in IcyTower and completed new challenges in FIFA, my life rolls on towards a certainly uncertain future. Before I turn philosophical, I think I should wrap up this post. Also, I’ve to wash my formal shirts if I am to attend my labs tomorrow.

Lock n Load

It’s eighteen minutes past 3, and I can still hear the guns reloading and being fired in the two rooms next to me. It was not very long before when I too used to stay awake at this time engaged in that very business. Definitely it’s “Counter Strike” which is keeping all of them awake till now. And I bet that no time can be better for writing a blog about it.

I’d always heard about gaming over LAN and I finally managed to experience it last year and it was none other than the most widely played tactical first-person shooter game “Counter Strike” or simply CS. Finally a new task added to my daily routine. Late night CS became more of an addiction than an entertainment itself. In no time I acquired all shooting skills and in rare cases anyone survived once I’ve spotted them. My friends always admired my assaulting, stealth and other skills but kept on warning me about my lack of strategies. I never understood what they meant until one day an enemy ambushed me, that too with a knife. If you’ve ever played CS you’ll know that it is the most absolutely horrible thing that can happen to you in this game. I learnt watching my back from that incident. Soon my strategies started getting better and it really helped out my clan and me to win rounds. We “practiced” near about 10 hours daily in order to sharpen our game-play techniques. We won several matches against different clans and were on the top of the tree in no time. You know it’s really very exciting when you’re the only one left in your team and all of a sudden you win the round with three consecutive headshots that too with a DEAGLE.

Days passed, and this CS mania began to die out in me. Up until today I couldn’t really figure out the reason, was it academics or just me. Sometimes playing one or two rounds on my friend’s system feels awesome however I am no more interested in playing it for playing’s sake. Now every time the server re-spawns and the guns cock it feels like something is missing. CS is no more, it’s Locked n it can’t Load…

The FIRST GAME

Games n gaming had always been a very important aspect of my life. I love gaming in a different way. For me gaming is just for fun, nothing more than that, not the professional way. I take a little more time to adjust with any game than anyone else might be a drawback of me, but I’m crazier than that. Now leave it. Most of us always remember that game with which anyone starts gaming, the one in which we get maximum fun and the one in which we acquire maximum dexterity. You  know it gets really boring when you’ve played each map of counter strike a zillion times and tried every possible way in a stealth game on which you can lay your hands on..

I still remember very clearly the day when I enjoyed my first game. It was when I was in 4th standard.  We’re taken to a new place which everyone called a “computer lab”. I was pretty excited about what it would be like. That day was more of a demo class and we're taught about some stuff in MS Paint. Computers were the in thing back then. The class ended soon and all students were made to sit on one computer so that they could keep a good view of what we were up to. When everybody was busy discussing their painting, me & my friend were cracking jokes on the mouse and finally ended on a fight to get control over it. During the fight, mouse buttons clicked and the screen went black. By the time we’re blaming each other, the screen came to life once again with some photos of bikes and written below it was “ROAD RASH”.

 

 

 

As usual it grasped attention of other students and the teacher as well. The teacher came and made himself comfortable on a chair and before he could say anything I exclaimed, ” he did it“ , pointing a finger towards my friend. Teacher didn’t react to my statement and started telling us what actually happened. Then he started a new race. All of us were damn excited and everything going on there on the screen felt so real and challenging. As the accused one my friend was passed the control over the next course of the race. It was too hard for him to keep the bike on track. Despite being kicked and thwacked by opponents and falling down about 50 times off the bike he managed to end up second but last. Everyone wanted a chance to race but the class was over and they were promised the next class. Everyone went back happily talking about the race except me, who was left grunting for accusing him… I realized I missed my first chance to race. But that’s okay , it was The FIRST GAME of many to come…