Battle of Thermopylae

Battle of Thermopylae

The fierce battle of Thermopylae. 300 Spartans vs an entire Persian empire. Leonidas Vs. Xerxes. The fierce battle fought for 3 days. Spartans, a valiant fight, a deadly comeback, a war to remember.

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3 days of intense, fierce war. 30 students. only 12 get a higher rank. Only 2 get to win. A 'hunger games' scenario. Well it was another day of quizzing. This quiz needed something else. Aptitude, presence of mind, thinking capacity with agility. 

A series of questions, conquered. There came a time when it was tense. Everything was tense. 15 seconds demanded an answer. War cries echoed in my mind and with a quite audible voice, I remember shouting at my friend. "Shut up!". 8 seconds demanded the same answer. "3.6!" I blurted. Approval and points were all i got. It was not done. Needed more fight in it. Needed more bloodshed. The battle grew tenser as we seemed to have approached the end of the day. The last chance to strike was ours. We needed to strike and strike at the right time, in the right spot. There was no use otherwise. ~Sherlock mode on!!~ There came the quest "Established in 1908, leading car-manufacturer.... turned aero-based manufacturer....which company?" 15 seconds demanded it. Boeing fogged my thoughts. I knew it was not the answer. I was running around memory lanes. Finally caught it. "ROLLS ROYCE" shot out before I was able to think why. The answer followed "Rolls-Royce: engine manufacturer: Boeing and Airbus". It was the right strike. We managed to qualify. The whole Rolls-Royce incident felt like Sherlock cracking 'Van Buuren's Supernova." First battle: Conquered. 

Second one followed the next day. This was one I had to win. Win this, my name would be echoing and glory would accompany the sound. Prelims sounded the war horn, we emerged victorious. A 21 kill count. The most number of kills for the prelim. We qualified. One step closer to eternal glory. As is reached the pinacle of this hill, I saw in front of me, enemy ships delivering armies and weapons. The job seemed tough. But who was I? A person quigically fit!. Who was with me? My partner. What could I become? Sherlock Mode ON! And there started the kill streak. One by one, as me and my partner cut each question into mince, there sounded the horn of victory. A kill count of 195. A 70 count margin. We emerged victorious. Back at home, Felicitation had an air of glory and honour. The path to war veteran was laid in green, accompanied by words of praise, shouts of cheer, screams of happiness and all-in-all, there I laid for myself and possibly for my comrade, a path of glory. It was a wonderful feeling. This was not all. One battle remained.

This was on foreign soil. Home ground advantage: zero. Support: zero. On our own: completely. 

It was ambush. I saw my health deteriorate. I saw my army dwindle. I saw a definite loss. I had to do something. With what I had left, with whatever sherlockness i had left in me, I stood up, Threw my guard down, I was vulnerable to anything. But risk was needed. Adrenaline accompanied my voice, mics were redundant. 4 quick buzzer answers laid our path to 4th position from a state of -5 to a state of +25. It was worth a run. It was a run, Leonidas, and finally, I threw my spear at Xerxes. It took a major part of his chunky body. I lost that battle, The Persian Army moved on. I don't know, nor do I think i care about it now. 

But today, I'm a new warrior, renewed, replenished, upgraded and bettered. Today I'm ten times of what I was before the Battle of Thermopylae. Tomorrow when another battle arrives and when my country calls for help, I will answer and I will lead to victory. Because when one falls, he rises up to be someone better than who he was.