The Era of Mindless Games that You Can't Win

I often hear my dad, uncles and their peers talk about the games that they used to play when they were kids. "Apart from hockey, cricket, volleyball, badminton among others", they said; "there were marbles, carrom, business, lotto", they added. Then, I said - "Blah!". I also remember my own eight-years-aged days, when the only agenda after school used to be "completing Stage 8 after defeating the master ship in Stage 7". Yes, that was the era of video games. But now the interests have changed drastically. It's the era of totally new generations of games which, no matter how hard you try, you can't win. Reason? - 'cause they are not meant for winning. Long gone are the days when a Game either resulted in a Victory or a Defeat. Today, a new mutant species of totally mindless games has overtook the minds of the present day generation.

"What good is a game where there is no chance of winning or loosing?", I once happened to ask one of my friends (who is also under the siege of these brain-sucking alien assasin warfares). "It's the Strategies!", he replied. "Balls!", I hurled at his teeth, almost spontaneously. Infact, most people who are addicted to these completely waste-of-time idiotic games often try to provide very promising excuses for their lame acts. Strategies, Brain-storming, Clean-fun, Thrill, say some. I could, however, find only One word for them - Gay.

I find it extremely disgusting how people go mad because their cherries wilted or because they forgot to turn the stove off and their food burnt. Fucking shit! Did they ever care to think about the 'Real' plants in their lawns or ever bothered to check how the stove in their kitchens works? One of the most surprising incident I came across till date was when I saw one of my colleagues sitting at work on a weekend, and on my enquiry of the reason of his visit to the office on an off-day was - "I planted some brinjals yesterday. And had I not harvested them today, they would have died." For once I felt like banging his head in the computer screen. "Die asshole! Die!!". But I had to restrict my emotions then. But I swear to God, if only I could do it, I would have burnt his farms and killed his cattle that day.

The condition is worse than it looks superficially. Until last year, when I used to stand up at my cubical at work, I could see people, mostly working, some stumbling on social websites, and a small fraction of them racing or usually in combat. But now the scene is different. I see most people busy ploughing their farms, some feeding their fishes, and other struggling to make their mark as a Mafia. Needless to say, it's affecting work - big time. And with new lame games coming in everyday, the worst is certainly yet to come.

It is really surprising to see that these so-called Farmers and Mafias are so proud of this descent of the Human Civilization. They feel as if they are doing a service to humanity by growing their farms and rearing more fishes. I cannot forget the shine on one of my ex-colleague's face when she bought a new Sheep. For once, it reminded me of my ex-ex-neighbour's five-year-old daughter when she got her first 'Kitchen-set'. These assholes might as well be happier on adopting a new Goldfish than on hitting a jackpot. For them, their farm/aquarium/cafe is the world. The most amazing thing is these people are always very anxious and enthusiastic to invite more members to their flock. No wonder, each one of us have minimum 50 pending Gay-games' requests on our dashboard, everyday. The other day, someone exclaimed "Hey bro! Do ya (you; I must admit he sucked at his English too) own a Farm up here?". Trying to be as composite as I could, I replied "No!", although with clenched teeth. "Wait! I'll send ya an invite right away", he continued with double the eagerness. "No need moron, I am Straight!", I had to burst out. Honestly, I would prefer playing Solitaire or scratching my balls and jerking off at my computer screen than submitting myself to these vampires.

The saddest part of the story is that this is just the beginning. With the not-so-anticipated, yet inestimable success of such blasphemous endeavours, websites have started breeding their clones. Parking Wars, Ferns & Farms and others are siblings of our already-featrured pain-in-the-ass products. And with the series of Gay-awards and acceptance coming in, the possibilities for them are endless. After all, when there is the entire world to screw, Why Play Akele?