Peace prevailed. I used to get my daily share of food and fresh water. Life was more than smooth, what with the daily afternoon naps and interminable hours of doing nothing. An occasional break from sleep was sought whenever the need to do something more constructive/destructive arose. But fate it seems had scripted a life, far more terrible and several folds quicker, for me. Without warning, one beautiful lazy day, like the flooding of an absolutely dry river, cometh the affliction, COUNTER STRIKE, its name.
Cries of “Fire in the Hole”, through the crackle of static, and the incessant staccato of machine guns, amidst the ineffectual calls for help from fellow teammates, barged into my brain… and life. Hours of doing nothing, effectively transfigured into hours of doing something very much equivalent to nothing. Food, academics, music, sleep and bandwidth were sacrificed for a graphic 20 minutes of a vividly embellished, graphical world. The simple joys of life were thrown aside and replaced by a materialistic, yet immaterial feeling of accomplishment, which in coarse language can be aptly termed, “Cheap Thrill”. Quite unbelievably, the simple virtual ness of a highly complex bundle of code, could keep me away from everything and anything for hours together. I was both disgusted and fascinated at the same time. A recently upgraded computer, a final year engineering student, the ability to fight guilt valiantly and a bunch of like-minded friends, made the perfect recipe to cook a worthless broth that smelt strongly of wasted time and procrastination. Eventually, realization dawned, and by the time I had recovered, first internals had passed by, many of my answer scripts promising to be not much longer than the sheets carrying the godforsaken questions.
A Sniper lurks round the corner, as a fearless warrior stands against the fire.
Walking the path of redemption… yours humbly,
The Counter Struck.
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