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Sunday, November 20, 2011

The Sims Freak



I have always been a computer game freak. However I am different from others in that I am not a fan of computer games. Nonetheless, I am such a computer game freak who gets stuck to the screen once they start.  It is not that I am an excellent computer game player; it is just that I get hooked.  the case is that I don’t play well and when the game ends, I tell myself that I will play better this time and start the game again but the process goes into a vicious circle and my eyes get pasted on the computer screen to this extent that I won’t notice when the sun had risen or when it set.
Since last month I am occupied with an online social game on Facebook called “The Sims Social”. Before Sims came along, I was a loyal facebooker. But after I have Sims on my plate these days, I hardly ever scroll my homepage on Facebook!!!



The motto of The Sims Social is: Build a home. Build a relationship. Build a life....The game involves living a virtual social life. The virtual person that we must raise is called a Sim. The Sim lives in a virtual town called Little Havens. We must keep the sim happy, well-fed, clean and relaxed. At this point our sim is inspired and can earn more simoleons. Our house value goes up when we buy new stuff. We will be shifted to a better street of the town when we have higher house values.... OK.. lots of talk about the game.. this blog is not about the tutorial of the game.. so let’s focus on something that came on my mind.

Gwen Lewis (My Sim)
In comparison between “Gwen Lewis” ( my sim) and my real life form “Rashmee Silwal”(me ;) ), my sim is more successful in life. The real world involves a lot of turmoil, problems, mess and unnecessary stress. My real life form goes through hardships everyday but my sim has nothing to worry about when she is inspired. She works like a robot and earns like Bill Gates! She is a successful sim. She has a home with everything she wants in it. She has a lot of BFFs, a lot of close friends and even a few frenemies. She has a steady relationship. Overall she is a socialite. She is one lucky bastard who lives in a virtual heaven. To make my sim what she is, I have played my part well. I am not being witty but I have fed her even when I am hungry. I have kept her tidy even when I am being a slob in reality.

 The thing that makes every Sims player go on is because they want a larger house, better stuffs and want to have the best-Sims- life ever! This whim pushed me so far that my sim is the richest sim among my neighbours. In reality, I have become the Sims-guru for the newbie. LOL but it’s freaky. The only achievement my real life form acquired is a celestial new tag of “The Sims Freak”.

Being a sims-guru is a harder part to play. To be a player of that calibre, one must sacrifice food, water and sleep. It is an unholy Tapsaya in itself. Moreover, living two lives at once is conflicting. It’s like being Rajesh Hamal for one hour and being Rajnikant for another! Now, that’s a very conflicting part to play, isn’t it? If anyone can understand the situation, it is another sims freak or else Hannah Montana!!

Wrapping up, I only have to say that it’s just a game and every player will lose their loyalty at some point. I will too. May be after that I will be a loyal facebooker again, may be a different game patriot or may be an anti-gamer in all!!Whatever it is, if someone will ever ask me about a virtual life, I’ll always have that tinge of joy, the chill in my spine and the Sim’s loading music playing in my ears. It will be a game, a home  and a life that i always loved. And I will always remember that line:”Inspired. Earn more simoleons” it’s all the way from Sims to life.
Happy Sims Playing to all!..................

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Rustic Red


Rustic RED



Rustic RED; My blood surges.
Hot. Flowing. Pulsating in my veins.
Expressing. Colouring the whites of my eyes.
Ruling. Defining the rage in my soul.




Rustic. It is Rustic RED.



                When the red sun pops out in the morning sky,
I am birth. I am victory.

When the red wine pours out exotic bottles,
I am rich, I am lax; I live.

When the red blood stains Earth with scars,
I am death. I destroy. I end.


                                

  Flames of my fire Summon the winds. Come blow on the smoldering  Shame of my forlorn soul; That prayer full of breath you send my way...