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…