11 PM the night of 6th January my phone rang. I answered the phone. It was the dreaded “CALL OF DUTY”. Yes, the time had come for me to put my life on the line. I had been challenged by the enemy to enter the battlefield. I was left with no other choice but to accept the challenge for the enemy was none other than my young cousin.
I put on my war gear. I knew it was going to be an uphill battle as I am not much of a gamer. The only game I like to play is procrastinating at school. Knowing my dim chances of survival I proceeded to write my final words. I instructed my best friend to publish it on my face book in case I don’t make it back. I then immediately, without caring for my life, turned the PlayStation 3 on. Tension in the room was high. The enemy had logged onto the PS3 servers and before you know we were locked in a shootout. I scavenged the map like a hungry lioness. I knew the enemy was in range. I could smell the blood. I was ready to engage in life threatening crossfire. My finger firmly placed on the trigger. Just then I felt a sting in my right arm. I thought to myself, “damn there mosquitoes here?” Little did I know it was a bullet shot with Scar-H assault rifle. At that point I knew death was imminent. I started to mentally prepare myself for death when a striking thought toddled across my mind. How could I give up? After all, my roots stretch out to the land of Bollywood. Over there, a hero struck by a bullet in his childhood could grow up, fall in love, run away with his lover, marry, defeat the enemies, produce and raise kids with the bullet still in his heart. Why was I acting so weak? Filled with confidence, passion and inspiration I got back up and…umm was hit again; in the leg this time. I desperately tried to locate the source of enemy fire but failed. Soon a third bullet entered by body, and my bollywood powers started to give up. It was time to bid final goodbye.
I am Kudi_Punjaban and I just died a slow humiliating death at the hands of my own cousin.
A thing called LIFE 