Hey friends, what’s up on your part? All fine here. This month is full of excitement. Our last internal is going on and then the semester is on its way but what keep us charged is the Counter Strike extravaganza.
Yes, that is the only addiction I might be having (Where I mean I and friends). Be it a Friday night or any holiday eve, C.S. Session has to be there. We don’t give a damn to the leagues like I.P.L but when it comes to counter strike, it’s like our religion. Saying all this doesn’t mean that I am a mavin of counter strike. Sigh. I wish I were.
Last session started with a bet between the counter terrorist and the terrorist. The bet, I bet, pumps out the adrenaline out of your body. I was of the counter terrorist (as always) with two more friends of mine ( Apoorv and Aditya). In the opponent there were two friends and a bot as terrorist (Pawan and Pranay). So it started. Started with vows of blowing and chopping heads, killing or I shall say assassinating brutally, mercilessly, pathetically, and scornfully and it happened.
The bet was of fifty set of games and terrorist were leading always. It way around thirty five games when we outclassed them, it was our forty-ninth game when victory was a step away. There was nothing but the sounds of shotguns, mavericks, snipers and as our senses confirmed that what they heard was ‘counter terrorist win’, we were on cloud nine. Winning the bet and shouting and honking and somersaulting and insulting and whatsoever we could think of. That victory had a major role of Apoorv. He was the top scorer.
But this was not the end. There was more to come and it came. We challenged them for another set of game and they accepted it. There is an old saying that never under estimate the opponent and we never did. We all started again and with the same team. We three and they were two and one bot. Bot was supposed to be of hard level. As the game started it was the bot versus us. He alone was efficient to kill all three of us but we did not lose hope and it fought back. There was blood, marks, laugh, slaying and dokha. Score was on level at every moment. As we entered in the league of forty our hands were quivering, concentration was distracting and we were moving towards target with equal scores. It was the forty-eight game when the score were level. Approx hundred rupees were at stake. Apoorv and Aditya took the charge on shotgun and sniper respectively and I was with maverick, things went in our favour and we won that and now the score was forty-nine to forty-eight. They again bounced back and levelled the score. Last game, spirits high, hands shivering, money at stake and Apoorv was at his best. Game started, we relying on Apoorv and suddenly there was a sound of bullet and it showed Apoorv is dead. This reminded me the World cup Final of 2003 when Sachin got out when we needed him the most (Motherfucker Mcgrath). Ahh. Anyway Aditya was the next one to get slaughtered after killing one and it was I versus two. Two were together, one last attempt, one of them dead and other made the system say ‘Terrorist win’.
It was all silent for us. I couldn’t hear what they retaliated verbally or by actions, it was all but sad. The suspense unfolded when we disconnected the game and found that the bot was of expert level instead of hard. A technical fault led us cost another defeat. Never mind, this is life. You win and you lose and it continues. Apart of winning and losing, we had great fun and that is what you carve for and care for at the end of the day.
So, guys this is it. Time for signing off and see you all later.
Do comment and let me know how it was.
It was Kunal Lakhwani with touch corby and yellow back, who inspired me to write this. So if you people did not like this, go bang his head.
Condone my mistakes.
Love.
