Friday, May 8, 2020

Video game - Part 1

"Ok, the game is pretty simple. Go in and find the girl who looks like a chimpanzee. Once everyone sees her, the game is over" said Rob the leader over the headset.
"What are we waiting for? Let's go and get this party started. Chimpanzee girl, here we come, get ready to die." came another voice over the headset. It must be Mark, He was the only one who was crazy excited about the game, the rest of us had joined because it was his birthday and as we cannot celebrate it together under this lockdown, this was the one way we could be together.
"Listen, Mark, I don't want any of my men killed out there. If I am going to be leading this I want everyone to be on the same page here. No shooting anyone unless absolutely necessary. The game is pretty simple, we have three scenarios in which we need to find this girl, first is an abandoned military base, second an abandoned theatre, third is a house."
"Must be a pretty big house to be on level three. Any plans on how we are going to approach each building ?" said Sanjay always the voice of reason. I could almost hear his brain ticking coming up with all possible ways to approach each level.
For a bunch of 15-year-olds, we were a pretty neat group. We had our leader Rob, topper of the class, closely followed by Sanjay and Hari. You would think the competition would make them enemies but you could not find any closer friends. The only reason I was in this group was because I was new to our class this year and the teacher had asked Sanjay to help me with getting familiar with the curriculum. Mark was there because he was Rob's best friend since kindergarten. The reason he passed any tests was because Rob tutored him. But he brought in the much needed lightness and also crazy online video games to our group.
"So, shall we start ?" I asked, trying hard to sound enthusiastic. No one needs to know my absolute terror over having to play this game. It was just a game. I remembered the one time I paid paintball and survived till the end because I hid behind a hay bale and came out holding a white flag. I was the last surviving member of our team. I did not shoot anyone and no one shot me. My only thought in mind going in this game was the same don't shoot and don't get shot. If anyone could have foreseen the horrible turn of events, everyone would have gone in with the same thought, even Mark, especially Mark.
"Okay Anil, ready, here we go. Keep close people, it looks to be darker than expected. Move forward carefully and slowly." said Rob.
After almost 10 minutes of going through corridors after corridors and Mark losing us points by shooting at a broken table and some chairs, "Hey, can anyone hear that music, where do you think it is coming from ?" said Hari, talking for the first time since everyone logged in to the game.
"I hear it too. Maybe we can go down this corridor and see if the volume increases," said Sanjay beside an extremely excited person who could only be Mark. He was hopping around while everyone was walking.
"Let's shoot some mad looking suckers out there while we are at it. Let's go, woohoo." The fact that everyone was somber did nothing to dampen Mark's enthusiasm.
"Yes, the music seems to be coming from that door marked Cafeteria. Should we go in?" I said. "I read all of the instructions and there was no mention anywhere of following the music, but it looks like that is the only remaining way, I am tired of roaming around." said Rob "Kick down the door Anil, you are nearer." With my heart in my throat, I kick down the door to find around 20 people dancing with disco lights on. And everyone saw the chimpanzee girl dancing. She had the head of a chimp, but the body of a very curvaceous girl. She was dancing along with a guy who had the head of a lion.
Suddenly all the walls disappeared and huge letters came up in front of us saying "Level 2 - Unlocked", with a score a hundred points fewer thanks to Mark who was still hopping around enthusiastically.

... to be continued

Thursday, May 7, 2020

Dear diary

How do I fit you into a box?
How do I categorize you based on your likes and your dislikes if you keep changing them every day?
Sometimes I think you are a psychopath, but you seem so nice.
But aren't psychopaths supposed to be nice people? People who imitate being emphatic and nice.
Your answer to "What would you wish for if you had three wishes ?" was "Nothing".
Nothing? Really? Not even "Eat anything without gaining weight?" or "Lifetime supply of the most delicious chocolates and ice creams?"
Maybe you are just a really smooth talker and a very closed person.
But aren't these qualities of a psychopath?
...
I was reading the diary entry I made on the day I met you.
I cannot believe I thought that you might be a psychopath.
What did I even know of psychopaths really?
Now that I understand you better and like you and love you and cannot imagine my life without you.
There I said it, I cannot imagine my life without you. You.
You, I like. You, I love. You, I cannot live without.
Look at what you have done to my sentences. I am barely making sense anymore.
You.
...
I need to keep telling myself this. So, I am writing it down.
What happened was an accident. It was not intentional.
It was a prank gone wrong and nothing else.
What happened was an accident. It was not intentional.
It was a prank gone wrong and nothing else.
What happened was an accident. It was not intentional.
It was a prank gone wrong and nothing else.
...
Things have transpired which could have been stopped.
Bad things have happened which should have been stopped.
Whose fault was it? Who should be blamed?
...
Life will not be the same without you.
Look at what you made me do.
Your body a shadow of your former self, your eyes closed, you could just be sleeping.
But we knew it was hopeless all along, dint we?
Even though you insisted otherwise, I knew.
Look where we are now,
Me standing near your coffin, thinking about all your pleas to not do it.
Look what you made me do.

P.S: Needless to say this is fictional people.

Thursday, June 7, 2018

Every time I want to write something.

I end up not writing anything.

So this is me not trying to write.

Not making any sense and not even thinking too much about what words I put here.

Just typing.

Not here to get comments on my posts or increase page view of my blog.

This is just a shout into the loud chaos that is the internet.

Squeezing in five minutes from a hectic life which mostly consists of hitting the keyboard repeatedly trying to make sense of things and things of sense.

Just searching and wondering where it all went. The passion, the get-me-a-pen-and-paper-I-just-thought-of-a-world-changing-blog-post writedness (Not even trying to make sense right now)

So, hi there. If anyone is still listening or reading.

If you have read till here know that I already love you.

Tuesday, July 4, 2017

Why settle ?

Why would you settle?

When your eyes still dream of skies.
When your heart still beats for more.
When every nerve in your body still craves for highs.

Why should you settle?

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Try

One foot in front of the other,
One word after another.

Places reached, sentences written.