FoX HunT

My nerves are strung out, to their ends and I feel the tension up my fingers. I am not sure whether I'll be able to move them when needed. I can feel the sweat on my palms, which I quickly wipe on my trousers. I notice that my eyebrows are twitching uncontrollably. Must be the tension. I try my best to shake away my fears and concentrate on the job at hand. Crouching I thread slowly over the gravel, trying to make as little noise as possible, inspecting each dark corner, expecting an ambush. I find a spot between the rubble walls, hiding myself as much as possible. And then I set out for the wait. It is agonizing, with an attack possible from any direction. Where is he?? I have to get him this time. Atleast. I see movement, in the form of white camoflage specks in brown military plans. Fox came into vision, between those bogies, between the coned wheels. I feel the pressure of the trigger against my finger, and I carefully measuringly ease out two rounds into the enemy's body. Fox is quick to recover, with his AK47, he ducks out of the way of the remaining rounds of my M4A1 Carbine, a couple of them striking the armour. Then he moves quickly and pumps measured breaks of two bullets at me. I feel the slugs hitting me, my aim hard to maintain. Who would win out? Suddenly I feel the blood in my throat. He got me. The damn bastard got me. I'm gonna kill him, next time. And darkness falls upon me.

So this is what has been going on in my night life for the last one week or more. Fever, it is. Counter-Strike has struck me again, this time severe, more powerful, and ever so more exciting. Shifting to ADL has paid off. CSing has become part of my daily routine. 10:30 -12:30 is when we sit in front of our PC's and try to get the better off our opponents, out manouvere them, out witted them, or bloody well send their asses all to hell. The game takes it toll. Everyone is stricken with it. Fox more than others. We take each other on, terrorist versus anti-terrorists on the A-long of de_dust2 or among the bogies of the de_train and even on the well known corridors of de_dust. I see nothing, except for the nooks and crannies where they might be and when they come into view I see the crosshair and try my best to get it to their heads when i press the mouse button. Getting a head shot is something, with the opponent flying backwards, bloodspilling, all with a rag-doll effect. You feel the power of the M4, the AK and the Mp5. You feel the texture of the AK. The guns are never the same. You can feel the difference. You can feel the sexy surfaces of the M4. You can feel it exploding in your hands. You can feel it come back into control after a 3-burst. I hold the mouse with different pressure for each gun.


The practise we are getting now must count to something. Next time we go to a tournament we need tactics. We need practise as a team. Basically we need a clan.

I cant wait to try out my talents in another group. Maybe when i get to Kollam I'll try my luck at the arcades there. Can't wait..!!!

Poochaye Pidichu

So we went on a psuedo picnic. That was what CAT 2005 was. Calicut turned out to be a charming place, surprising mag. The people were extremely helpful and I personally found the place to be quite peaceful and did not have the depressing factor many towns have, like Kollam for instance. Me and Madhavan roamed the city streets, checking out the test centres and all the young gals who were all around. By the end of that day both of us knew most of the routes around the city by heart. Money was a problem. Atleast spending too much of it was. My idiotic reliance temporary stand-in phone was the major culprit. It ate up about 500 bucks and gave me as little talk time as the laws permit.

The next day was D-day. The CATs. Me and Divyasree ( cool gal ) went to our centre and saw 100s of other hopeful faces lining the streets. Some were burying their self respect and studying right on the road sides, sitting on the pavements. CETians for a change were a happy lot. No one seemed tense. Even SM was jovial. My hopes to meet a beautiful chick sitting next to me for the test were shattered with only 3 gals in the room. The tests went fine ( to most of the serious candidates ), with me just trying my hand at math and failing miserably, surpirising more in DI. Verbal was tough they said. But I am no judge because I never tried an AIMCAT. After the test lunch was with Shruti's gang ( hmmm....!!). I had a feeling she was holding back a big "yipeeeeeeeee", the whole time. Maybe I was wrong( was I shrutz? ). That wrapped up a CAT season.

The train trip back was no where as evenful as the one up there. Guys all around were gawking at Vidya who was looking too sexy in her tight low waists and tight black Ts ( guys stop imagining ). So overall it was a great trip. Had fun . Met atleast two new gals ( ;) ).
Overall rating : 8

P.s: i gotta find out the name of one of the girls i met !!!!!

Arms Swing Wide

Moto GP is something that me and my friends follow on a moderate scale. And Valentino Rossi is a name that has almost become synonymous with the sport. Some might even say he has grown more than the sport itself, which according to me is not true. Anyway, watching a race pumps up adrenaline and a urge to just burn rubber overtakes us all. Lately it has been affecting me pretty much completely and my riding has turned lethal. After a day of hard riding ( tvm to kollam in about 45 mins ) and back half the way in even shorter time, I caught up with my cousin and saw her off at the Trivandrum airport.

At night even though it was raining we decided to go for our customary weekly shanghumugham trip. So JJ was riding his old CBZ in front of me with Suni behind him. It ofcourse had no headlights. So anyway to cut a long story short he crashed into a cyclist at, say 80 kmph ( on a max 30 kmph road ). Luckily no one was seriously hurt. We took them to the hospital to get the cuts and bruises dressed. Grim we should have been, but grim we were not. I've been riding slow today.