"Pass.. Pass.. Pass!!" somebody shouts, as my player makes his way down the flank. "Hit square, cross it..!" somebody else yells. Everyone's eyes are glued to the TV as my player flicks the ball to Rooney who's standing close to the goal. Ball's almost there, hovering above him and now everyone in the room sits silent, waiting for me to tap the right button. This is FIFA.
Hours go by, and we're still there, staring at the screen, tapping the buttons hard, swerving ourselves as our player makes a run along the pitch. Girlfriends, wives, uncles and dogs wonder how long more until we look away from the screen to give the rest of the world some attention. Though it just carries on with one word at the end of every game, "Rematch".
There's never that feeling of guilt for having played too much, never a time that's inappropriate for playing football. But then again, you would find yourself in conflict with non players. They wouldn't understand.
Look at what I've turned into. This game seemed pretty harmless when I used to play with friends in school and college. It was just one of those titles sitting on my shelf until I felt it had been long since I played football. It was hardly competitive, and even if it was- I'd put the game back in it's case and give time to games like "Mafia" "Mortal Kombat" or "Prince of Persia".
So I come to Bangalore and I'm doing my bit with exploring this city and it's people. I make a few friends, and we're sitting at Jimmy's café. Good times, good conversations. One of them casually asked if I like playing FIFA. I nod in agreement "Yep, and I'm pretty good at it too" and smile to myself thinking about all those hours I played back at home. That's the end of that topic, I thought.
"Really? How about we play some at your place after this beer?" says this newly found friend. I didn't see that coming. What was concerning was that grin on his face, the "just you wait and watch" kinds.
Never even done that before. I mean, don't get me wrong- I've hung out with friends outside and met up for a beer. But inviting someone I barely know to play FIFA with me in my living room just one on one? This was like taking things to a new level.
"Sure, let's do this" had to be said. And an hour later, we find ourselves with a controller in our hands, and in front of the TV.
"Who the hell does this guy think he is?" I want to make this quick and show him where he belongs, outside.
This is my living room, my Playstation and MY domain: That's what I am talking about.
He selects a familiar team, and I go with my all time favourite 'Manchester United'.
Game time: Not like I knew the players by name, nor had I ever even seen them play on TV, but this was the team I would always use back at home and show my friends how ruthlessly I score.
But hold on, this dude's doing something different here. In a few minutes, I feel like I've seen stuff that I never thought existed in FIFA. And in a minute after that, he scores.
Silence. The only words I could find to say were "How.. how did you do that?"
Along the course of the match, I found my players running around like headless chickens, like the start of the movie Lagaan. But this guy was quick, accurate and had a plan. I kept asking him the same question again and again "How did you do that" and he only kept smiling. That same Jimmy's café grin. How the fuck did I get myself into this.
"Rematch" happened, and another one after that. Same result.
More than the scorelines, what I found really embarrassing was when he would pause the game to give me advise. "Dude, you should build your game play. Use more of through balls".
I pretend to understand, but I'm thinking to myself : "What the fuck are through balls?!"
There had to be an explanation to this madness. In a few games, I felt robbed off all the credit that I gave myself for being a good player. This felt was worse than Dexter going back to the drawing board. Atleast, I didn't have an annoying DeeDee to laugh at me- Thank god for that.
This was not over. I sucked it up, and kept in touch with this guy who showed me that FIFA was not just a game, it was an identity in itself that you need to learn, understand and live with.
The next morning, I messaged him over Whatsapp. "Hey there. Need to ask you something. What's a through ball?"
Girls, if you think the best way to impress a guy is through cooking, or a fancy dress- think again. I'm sure most guys would agree to this one code of life:
Too much work for such a simple thing. The process involved of making it, lighting it up, smoking it, and showing the people around you that it's "working", arrghh. Too much work. And i'm sure you must be raising your eyebrow and your mouse pointer's already hovering around the "X" to close this page, but wait. Before I lose you, let me explain myself.
I'm a novice, and the seasoned ones would argue that I have no idea what i'm talking about. But don't we need stuff for us beginners too? Like a manual of some sort, or initial training. You guys expect us to stand around with you, watch you roll it, wait for our turn - and get down to it like we own the joint in our hands, and we know exactly what we're doing.
There are just so many terms for the same act of smoking up. WHY?
Why?? Isn't that one term cool enough? Or is that term so overused that we need to keep coming up with newer ones? Not only does the act itself has so many phrases, but even the objects used to "get us there" have different references.
"Give me a puff", "Do you have a joint?", "Ayye Sutta de na" and so many more.
Now what's my point to all of this talk? Nothing. Does there always have to be a point? Maybe NOW the ones who want to make better use of their time have clicked that bloody "X" on the upper right corner, closing the page and have gone back to Mark Zuckerberg's creation known as "Facebook". You know what? Let them leave. They'll only go back to their freakin' wall and admire the number of likes for that brilliant selfie which turned out so good only because they know what's the best angle to click from.
I'm sure you know what i'm talking about. Because we've all been there too.
So for those of you who are still here, "Hey what's up".
Back to the whole "give me my puff part". So I am a novice, and I am in no position to say how amazing or how useless it us, but I have tried it. And I still don't get the point of it. It gives me a headache, and it makes my throat hurt. But I'm always about following protocol and ensuring that others follow what I follow too.
So to help out the interns, I've come up with a list of rules that are silently followed by almost everyone at every random house party I've been to.
Rules of engagement:
1. Must be done in a circle: Whether you realize it or not, all your friends gather around in a circle, so that one joint is easily accessible by anyone.
2. The joint is passed around: Even if there are 5 to 8 people who usually smoke 15 cigarettes a day, there's just a single joint that's passed around and by the time it reaches you, it's that stub which you shouldn't even be smoking, but you do it anyway.
3. When you take a puff, everyone in the circle look away: they won't ever stare at you doing it (unless you tell them it's your "first time") but the moment you start coughing (if, that is) a few will give you advise starting with "I've been watching you the entire time, you not doing it right; you aren't taking it through your nose." Like they hold a certification for smoking up.
4. Either have slow rock, or no music at all: Anything else will be looked down upon, mocked, criticized, loathed and judged. I've been there. It does happen.
5. Guys with long hair and beards are suddenly taken way more seriously within that circle. Whatever they say is godly, period.
6. They all agree that the most awesome person alive today is: Batman.
It wouldn't ever be taken too well if my family read this, but I strongly encourage everyone to try it once in their life. Not smoking up in particular; but find a way of being accepted in that circle. Or at least think that way to feel awesome for that one evening.
Live this world, feed off the good times and share them..!
Its not everyday that i decide to do something different.
Most of them pass quickly staring at my phone, my desktop, my laptop, my TV or the ceiling. That's it. As boring as it may sound, those are the things that keep most of us going everyday. This is what we ARE..
Sure, we all want to disagree and try prove the world wrong by
taking those random, sudden leaps of faith. But eventually, we all get
here.. Back to staring at the ceiling, the TV or even an open balcony with a view.
The point to this site is not to preach, but to give you guys some time off and stare at something else for a change. You can use your mind if you like, or not. But it would help if you would since you'd probably learn a few more things about me.
I'm Nikhil, and i like my name, and i am 30 and I'm somewhat like you when it comes to deciding which ice cream flavour I want (except that I'm most of the times not afraid to tell people what's on my mind while in the process of eventually selecting chocolate).
I won't talk much about who I am and I want you to know me by what I write here. It's how every relationship works, a slow twisted process of finding our way into each other's lives. Let's keep it that way, and judge all you want.
My blogs are going to be about what I think, what i think people think and oh, I will entertain.
I won't lie, that I try too hard to impress. But sometimes, it actually works!!
This feels like I'm talking to myself. I don't like the idea of talking to myself;
I feel like I'm getting old, I feel lonely.. I'd rather say this in person to know what the others think.
I guess that's a good reason why they have a "comments" section below :-/
Just to let you know how much your comments mean to me- let me tell you that i'm that guy who'd watch a movie for the 15th time only to know how much you liked it.
Rocky, King Kong (the Peter Jackson one) and "Koi.. mil gaya" are a few of those which i'd watch a zillion times with you. Only just that while watching, i will NOT tolerate small talk that's not relevant to the movie.
Enough rambling. Now let the real rambling begin.. The ones that i am looking forward to are those
awkward moments I encounter and love talking about and to know what people think. So by all means, feel free to comment whenever you see the chance!