I woke up on December 1st expecting a hazy morning from my cozy bed. Neither God nor I knew of how different December would be. With huge loads of unfinished works related to (and only to) my studies, I expected December to be a Debacle. Just as I feared, it indeed was!
On my birthday, I wanted to know how many of them remembered it. So, I went to school in my uniform. Most of my friends remembered it, some of them had called me the previous day to wish me. Yet, there was one special gift: My physics teacher came to my desk. He made a good remark in my notebook, "Write the problems of the 6th chapter twice! P.S. This is your b'day gift!" Dubious? Yes, December blues are!!
I was studying for my practicals exam when my school teacher ordered everyone to throw away their books and stop studying. In a fit of raw enthusiasm, I opened my book which had been closed for ages! The teacher saw me, and ordered me to be out of the class. He guffawed, "Hey you! You were the one studying know?" I accepted it, simply because I wanted to! "You were studying! So get out of the class!", said he. I accepted it gladly and made my way out of the class, with a smirk in my face! The result was thus: He ordered us not to attend the practicals! Disastrous? Yes, December blues are!!
Half-yearly exam was on. This meant I had to burn the midnight lamp, not only the midnight oil! I was having French exam on the day to follow. At 11 in the night, I was shocked with a revelation- My French Text was missing! Panic started gripping. I headed to Facebook and posted, "French Exam on tomorrow- French text missing!" I got replies to the post, but not the book. Two hours prior to the start of the exam, I rung my friend and he said thus: "Everything is marked in the book. I checked it and I'm not surprised, it's your book!" He scored well, thanks to my book! I slept well in the exam hall. Dramatic? Yes, December blues are!!
A spectator, no more
Fantasy might create an illusion.
Reality may leave me disillusioned.
Ecstasy can lead us to places sans description.
Fallacy might lead to false decisions
And I'm standing, just as a Spectator!
Toil, that is done always
While the fruit's of one's toil
Lies somewhere neither known nor heralded.
Victory, there is a faint glimpse of it
And I'm struggling, just as a Spectator!
The sun shines bright, with its light
While the wind traverses when at my grind
The moonlight mesmerizes as a subtle sight.
There am I, watching it unfold
And I'm furious, just as a Spectator!
Let me be the sun, let me be the moon.
Let victory come my way, experience empower my way!
Let me toil and let me see the fruit.
I will make my way through with a will!
With a hope for more as 'I'm a Spectator no more'!
Reality may leave me disillusioned.
Ecstasy can lead us to places sans description.
Fallacy might lead to false decisions
And I'm standing, just as a Spectator!
Toil, that is done always
While the fruit's of one's toil
Lies somewhere neither known nor heralded.
Victory, there is a faint glimpse of it
And I'm struggling, just as a Spectator!
The sun shines bright, with its light
While the wind traverses when at my grind
The moonlight mesmerizes as a subtle sight.
There am I, watching it unfold
And I'm furious, just as a Spectator!
Let me be the sun, let me be the moon.
Let victory come my way, experience empower my way!
Let me toil and let me see the fruit.
I will make my way through with a will!
With a hope for more as 'I'm a Spectator no more'!
-Gopsay!
Statistics suggest that today is officially the last day at office for me as a '15 year old'! Tomorrow never comes, but many of them have already convinced me that I'll be 16 tomorrow! I wanted to torture the keyboard (not copyrighted) one last time as a '15 year old kid' ! And yes, I've done that!! :)
Obvious!
"Obviously, yes! It tasted better than ever!"
There was I, visibly depressed after losing something I craved for, when she told me, "Better luck next time" (again with an irreplaceable, soothing smile)! When I came the next day, having won what I craved for, she was there with me again, with the same, "I knew you'll get it!" Did she like seeing me win?
"Obviously, yes! She liked it more than how much I did!"
Whenever I feel good or bad, whenever a victory comes my way, or a bitter loss comes my way, I don't feel I'm tackling or experiencing it alone. I have the feeling that someone, somewhere is waiting patiently to see me taste success & experience failures with a level head and that is none other than my mom. Does she help me bringing out the best in me?
"Obviously, yes! She is my best well-wisher & I'm gifted!"
She scolds me (more often than not), she advises me, but more than all this, she is there with me! What else can I expect? None can admire me, love me, care for me, be with me than my mom did, does and will do! She is there for me as the 'pole star' makes its mark in the clear sky! Never is the sky clouded, never does the pole star's light ebb. And finally, can anyone on earth replace my mom and her love?
"Obviously, no! I love her so much (but not more than how much she loves me)! That's because she's OBVIOUSLY my MOM!"
-Gopsay
Peter and the Pauper
In distress and disbelief Peter lay,
Engulfed in a maze, he couldn't gaze;
Wondering, without anything to ponder about.
Time and again, someone passed by,
Without a word, without a look!
A man in his Volkswagen stopped by,
To see his state, his wretched fate.
He offered Peter money, just money
And went away, out of no haste
Without a word, without a look!
Depressed and disillusioned Peter lay
When a pauper with blistered feet came his way.
The pauper saw his state, felt for his fate
And showered him with care and love, not money,
Without any hesitancy, without any discrepancy!
Years rolled on, Peter depressed no more
The man of riches died, he heard,
But feigning tears and sorrow, how long could he?
The pauper was dead, he heard
Without any momentary lapse of reason, he cried!
'Money makes a mare go' is a familiar saying which is proved wrong, so often, so easily! So in the festive season, if you can't afford someone you know anything, just 'smile' at them. 'Smile' is irreplaceable!
- Gopsay.
Photo Credits: @ngel from He@ven.. (Thank you!)
Photo Credits: @ngel from He@ven.. (Thank you!)
A Tryst with < >
Aboard a train, there was I, seated in a corner. The day was sultry, but I was embroiled in my own eccentric thoughts. A look outside the window gave a perfect picture of the Countryside which never ceased to entertain or fascinate me. The majestic meadow, the tranquil pond, the lonely tree in the middle of the field; everything was a delight to watch. The daylight was ebbing and the sun was threatening to make its mark on the other side of the horizon, leaving behind the bright land that stared at me in darkness.
As time passed, I wondered whether I'll have something to do. No sooner than later, the door to my coach was flung open and there was one beautiful lass who made her way, err, into the coach for the moment. "Is anyone going to occupy this place?" she asked me, pointing to the unoccupied seat. "Oh, none is coming. You can have that seat" said I. Without any lapse of time, any lease of reason, there was a trail of thoughts coming my way to inhibit me! The display in my memory screen read thus: "Have I found Gorgeousness and Glitter at the right place, with the right person? How on earth did I miss her all this while?" A smile can straighten a lot of things, I remembered, again out of no particular reason. I was yearning to start a conversation!" Well, I just wanna say you something...."
But all of a sudden, there was someone giving me a pat. Before I could realize and react any further, there was a dialogue uttered, "Here's the coffee. Good morning!" Subsequently, I was left with enough time to think. "Who's going to call me and offer me a coffee in a train? What's happening?" Waiting no further, I opened my eyes and there I was. The Coffee Cup was perched on the table and my mom wore a smile on her face to continue, "Good morning". A sip of the coffee and an afterthought followed, "Not a bad start to the day!" It was a tryst that was never supposed to be! ;)
As time passed, I wondered whether I'll have something to do. No sooner than later, the door to my coach was flung open and there was one beautiful lass who made her way, err, into the coach for the moment. "Is anyone going to occupy this place?" she asked me, pointing to the unoccupied seat. "Oh, none is coming. You can have that seat" said I. Without any lapse of time, any lease of reason, there was a trail of thoughts coming my way to inhibit me! The display in my memory screen read thus: "Have I found Gorgeousness and Glitter at the right place, with the right person? How on earth did I miss her all this while?" A smile can straighten a lot of things, I remembered, again out of no particular reason. I was yearning to start a conversation!" Well, I just wanna say you something...."
But all of a sudden, there was someone giving me a pat. Before I could realize and react any further, there was a dialogue uttered, "Here's the coffee. Good morning!" Subsequently, I was left with enough time to think. "Who's going to call me and offer me a coffee in a train? What's happening?" Waiting no further, I opened my eyes and there I was. The Coffee Cup was perched on the table and my mom wore a smile on her face to continue, "Good morning". A sip of the coffee and an afterthought followed, "Not a bad start to the day!" It was a tryst that was never supposed to be! ;)
- Pretty perfect exaggeration of the untold commotion and I have another post ready to be served! This is a fiction as well (poor that it's only a fiction). But that also means that I'm waiting for the train and the rain of thoughts to follow it up. :)
Gopsay!
Morning of Mayhem
How long would you see the river flowing in the same dreary way! Just get it flooded and see how different the whole setup is! In some cases, trying out the same thing again and again, expecting different things will be pleasant. "Beep, beep. It's time to get going!" sung the alarm on my phone at 5:30 in the morning. With Physics class first up, I was never in the mood of waking up in such unearthly hours. During these times SNOOZE option definitely helps, but certainly not after the clock goes past 8. With the zest, zeal, vibe and dynamism, I checked out of the house at 8:40, exactly 10 minutes after the school would have all, but started. The bike was in good condition (not as in the case of Morning Blues). Silently and steadily I hit the road and was giving Armstrong a run for his money.
Amidst all this, somewhere in the middle of the road, there was a nail that was waiting, vaguely to retrieve the money I had taken off Armstrong [:-D]. I didn't notice this notorious nail, but it certainly didn't leave my cycle untouched. Touche!I was already late. The bike was slowing, deliberately slowing, dubiously slowing. The zest and zeal, notwithstanding, I was in the middle of another botched up affair; not for the first time. With a minute to go for the gates to be locked and 100 odd metres to cover my condition was very similar to Usain Bolt running with his legs tied. The tire of my bike was flat, to say in the least. In an unspectacular way, the tire came of the bike. It eerily gave a big picture of things to come. Somehow, I made it to the school. The bike was sidelined in a corner of the road. My biggest hope was that none would steal a bike with a flat tire. My perception paid off, as I saw the bike stranded in the same place.
I was off, to get the bike repaired. Already sweating and tired after playing Basketball for hours together, I never thought things would be that bad as it was all, but a flat tire. But who knows what Lady Luck always has for me? The person at the garage tired to get it fixed. But the tire was in pieces. Not even a Ferrari engineer could've found a way to tackle the situation. At the fag end of the day, I was left paying more than what I had taken off Armstrong when I gave him a run for his money! It just happens![:-D] If there's a bike, it should get punctured.
- Gopsay (on it.. again)
Amidst all this, somewhere in the middle of the road, there was a nail that was waiting, vaguely to retrieve the money I had taken off Armstrong [:-D]. I didn't notice this notorious nail, but it certainly didn't leave my cycle untouched. Touche!I was already late. The bike was slowing, deliberately slowing, dubiously slowing. The zest and zeal, notwithstanding, I was in the middle of another botched up affair; not for the first time. With a minute to go for the gates to be locked and 100 odd metres to cover my condition was very similar to Usain Bolt running with his legs tied. The tire of my bike was flat, to say in the least. In an unspectacular way, the tire came of the bike. It eerily gave a big picture of things to come. Somehow, I made it to the school. The bike was sidelined in a corner of the road. My biggest hope was that none would steal a bike with a flat tire. My perception paid off, as I saw the bike stranded in the same place.
I was off, to get the bike repaired. Already sweating and tired after playing Basketball for hours together, I never thought things would be that bad as it was all, but a flat tire. But who knows what Lady Luck always has for me? The person at the garage tired to get it fixed. But the tire was in pieces. Not even a Ferrari engineer could've found a way to tackle the situation. At the fag end of the day, I was left paying more than what I had taken off Armstrong when I gave him a run for his money! It just happens![:-D] If there's a bike, it should get punctured.
- Gopsay (on it.. again)
Dodging the dogs
When everything is going good, why do we need a change? That's why I was expecting everything to stay simpler and better for me. All's well, but did that end well? The good day lead me to an improbable, unimaginable, inconceivable evening. After having spent hours talking in orkut, I decided to check out with my friend.
"Swine flu's in the wind! Be careful!" said my mom which fell in my deaf ears (but it got heard when I was writing this post). When I was on my way to the restaurant, I decided to take a lonely road. I wouldn't have taken this route on any other day yet, the improbable evening made sure I did take this route. My mobile, which was (again improbably) without charge started it all, "Excuse me, Boss! You have a text message!" Barely had I finished reading it when I spotted a stray dog. The mobile was in my hand and I was riding the vehicle haphazardly (my normal way).
I couldn't make a guess of the dog's idea. It may have mistaken the mobile to be a biscuit. Slowly, but stealthily it started following me. It started barking and he was joined by his mates. Soon, my grave fear turned true. There were 2 dogs on either side of me, chasing, barking, fighting with each other for the food (Geeves, it was my Mobile) I had in my hand. But how on earth could I be rendered with a situation like this. I've fought my way past numerous dogs, but certainly not a pack of dogs. The lonely road had just started and not a single person could I spot. It was not until 5 minutes that I found a person while the dogs kept chasing me as if I was their owner (which, I would never be).
It wasn't fear that gripped me through this arduous, strenuous exercise. I was a novice to this superficial circumstance which made it even more interesting and surprising. They weren't in any mood of letting me go until the road came to an end until the pack of dogs found another person with a biscuit in hand :)
"Swine flu's in the wind! Be careful!" said my mom which fell in my deaf ears (but it got heard when I was writing this post). When I was on my way to the restaurant, I decided to take a lonely road. I wouldn't have taken this route on any other day yet, the improbable evening made sure I did take this route. My mobile, which was (again improbably) without charge started it all, "Excuse me, Boss! You have a text message!" Barely had I finished reading it when I spotted a stray dog. The mobile was in my hand and I was riding the vehicle haphazardly (my normal way).
I couldn't make a guess of the dog's idea. It may have mistaken the mobile to be a biscuit. Slowly, but stealthily it started following me. It started barking and he was joined by his mates. Soon, my grave fear turned true. There were 2 dogs on either side of me, chasing, barking, fighting with each other for the food (Geeves, it was my Mobile) I had in my hand. But how on earth could I be rendered with a situation like this. I've fought my way past numerous dogs, but certainly not a pack of dogs. The lonely road had just started and not a single person could I spot. It was not until 5 minutes that I found a person while the dogs kept chasing me as if I was their owner (which, I would never be).
It wasn't fear that gripped me through this arduous, strenuous exercise. I was a novice to this superficial circumstance which made it even more interesting and surprising. They weren't in any mood of letting me go until the road came to an end until the pack of dogs found another person with a biscuit in hand :)
A delightful summer day showed me the way
To a nefarious night, to test my might
Only to see me tread back with a glee
Unscathed and unmatched to have another day!
To a nefarious night, to test my might
Only to see me tread back with a glee
Unscathed and unmatched to have another day!
Another day! Another event! Another post! That's how my journey called blogging is moving across the unknown realms.
- Gopsay.
- Gopsay.
July... at its very best!
A handful of people agree that I remember the past quite a lot. I too agree with them, but the only exception I find myself with is remembering the long, boring theoretical stuff that my school texts render me with. Perhaps, that is why I had no other option but to copy during the Boards. (Oh my Gosh! I'm going away from the topic.)
July brings to me some fond memories. It is in July that I search sincerely for my texts. This is because the first set of exams for the year commence by this time. I confess that I was (and I maintain that I was) a student dedicated to studying three years ago. Then, as nature is, things changed and I've become a perfectly and flawlessly spoiled brat. This is how my nostalgia goes:
It was a perfect Monday at my school in 2007. The climate was beautifully poised to welcome whatever I got as my marks for the first exams of the year. But will I be convinced with whatever I got? "No', is the only honest answer that I could afford then (and even now). One by one, every answer sheet was distributed. Three more papers were all that were left undistributed. Two of my friends and I were having the same total. Finally we got the three papers. Sandeep, one of my best friends, was leading me by 7 marks in the grand total while Sarath's total was 1 mark short of mine.....
Just then, the 'eureka' moment arrived. I had cut down a 10 mark question which was correct. Without the knowledge of anyone, I slowly made my way to the last bench of the class and got the sum written again in the same paper. Wearing a look of innocence, I went to the teacher and said, "Good morning, ma'am. It seems you didn't offer me marks for the 10 mark sum!" The math teacher believed me and gave me 8 marks, not the 10. While all this happened, Sarath too was left with the same state as I was. Sarath and I eked out a deal which made it a point that he'll make some changes in his answer sheet, but he won't get more than 8 marks for his sum. I too agreed with the deal. Unfortunately, the math teacher gave him all the 10 marks which, in turn meant I was 1 mark short of him in the total.
With a good deal of raw enthusiasm and fight for non-existent justice, I called for a 2 mark decrease in his marks so that I would be getting more marks than him. Math teacher tactically convinced me that he got what he'd deserved (but then, was it what he 'deserved' for cheating her in a better way than I did?) .
But wait!!! Spare a thought for one more person in the picture. There was one big loser at the bottom. It was my pal, Sandeep. While two cheated and got the first and second position, this unfortunate fellow was left with cursing his hard luck. He was the original topper among us yet he ended up being the last. The math teacher scolded him, "See others! Why didn't you write the exam well?" The question should have been, " Why didn't you cheat me as they did?"
July brings to me some fond memories. It is in July that I search sincerely for my texts. This is because the first set of exams for the year commence by this time. I confess that I was (and I maintain that I was) a student dedicated to studying three years ago. Then, as nature is, things changed and I've become a perfectly and flawlessly spoiled brat. This is how my nostalgia goes:
It was a perfect Monday at my school in 2007. The climate was beautifully poised to welcome whatever I got as my marks for the first exams of the year. But will I be convinced with whatever I got? "No', is the only honest answer that I could afford then (and even now). One by one, every answer sheet was distributed. Three more papers were all that were left undistributed. Two of my friends and I were having the same total. Finally we got the three papers. Sandeep, one of my best friends, was leading me by 7 marks in the grand total while Sarath's total was 1 mark short of mine.....
Just then, the 'eureka' moment arrived. I had cut down a 10 mark question which was correct. Without the knowledge of anyone, I slowly made my way to the last bench of the class and got the sum written again in the same paper. Wearing a look of innocence, I went to the teacher and said, "Good morning, ma'am. It seems you didn't offer me marks for the 10 mark sum!" The math teacher believed me and gave me 8 marks, not the 10. While all this happened, Sarath too was left with the same state as I was. Sarath and I eked out a deal which made it a point that he'll make some changes in his answer sheet, but he won't get more than 8 marks for his sum. I too agreed with the deal. Unfortunately, the math teacher gave him all the 10 marks which, in turn meant I was 1 mark short of him in the total.
With a good deal of raw enthusiasm and fight for non-existent justice, I called for a 2 mark decrease in his marks so that I would be getting more marks than him. Math teacher tactically convinced me that he got what he'd deserved (but then, was it what he 'deserved' for cheating her in a better way than I did?) .
But wait!!! Spare a thought for one more person in the picture. There was one big loser at the bottom. It was my pal, Sandeep. While two cheated and got the first and second position, this unfortunate fellow was left with cursing his hard luck. He was the original topper among us yet he ended up being the last. The math teacher scolded him, "See others! Why didn't you write the exam well?" The question should have been, " Why didn't you cheat me as they did?"
To be frank, whenever an exam result is out, we three of them have always been in the middle of some nail-biting results. Now, one of them has moved to a different school. Inspite of that, I always give my other friend a run for his money.
-Gopsay.
What's that sound? Version 2.0
It was late in the night.
Arvind was working with the various assignments given to him at school . Meanwhile, he was having my earphones on and was entangled in the sound of music. Then, getting bored of more and more music, he switched off his gadget. Eerily, he started hearing a sound, an uniform sound. "Was it the sound of wind whizzing past my house?", he thought. Then an afterthought struck him, 'does wind blow uniformly?' Scolding himself for some absurd, eccentric thinking, he never gave food for that thought. But his ears couldn't escape that sound, that uniform, enchanting sound which had suddenly become the centre of his curiosity.
He couldn't avoid guessing what it would be. (Is it a burglar making his way in stealthily? Oops, He's not Sherlock Holmes and this is not the Red-Headed League) Is it the sound of water gushing out of the taps left open? Being busy doing nothing, he tried to guess some others. But, he had to finally consider that this one was the only guess of some sense. Lazily, he stood up, searched all the rooms to see whether any taps were open. Nope! He couldn't find any of the taps open. Just then, he had a sudden thought of the Adventures of Sherlock Holmes. Another afterthought again, he said to himself, "Haha! Trying to be a detective or what? You're fit enough only to read those books, bloke!"
But he certainly couldn't avoid that sound. Where was it from?What does it have to do at this time of the night? He searched his house, all over again. But again- same result- nothing of importance. He wandered around the house, probably a little disappointed and aimless as well. It was a test to his endurance and skill (if he had anything remaining!). With all hopes sent packed in the wind, he was walking slowly to retire to bed.
Suddenly, his eyes were fixed on the window sill. He could see droplets of water hanging on it.
There, it dawned on him, the real reason behind the sound. He went to the balcony and viewed it for himself. It was the rain, the belligerent rain, hustling and bustling through the thin air, and pouring out like never before...
His mind had another afterthought, "How the hell did you miss guessing this out?"
- Mind it! This is just an imagination. I wanted to summarize it by rendering a lively feeling to my thought through my words. Do send in your comments on this topic.
Gopsay a.k.a. Gopalakrishnan. :)
Arvind was working with the various assignments given to him at school . Meanwhile, he was having my earphones on and was entangled in the sound of music. Then, getting bored of more and more music, he switched off his gadget. Eerily, he started hearing a sound, an uniform sound. "Was it the sound of wind whizzing past my house?", he thought. Then an afterthought struck him, 'does wind blow uniformly?' Scolding himself for some absurd, eccentric thinking, he never gave food for that thought. But his ears couldn't escape that sound, that uniform, enchanting sound which had suddenly become the centre of his curiosity.
He couldn't avoid guessing what it would be. (Is it a burglar making his way in stealthily? Oops, He's not Sherlock Holmes and this is not the Red-Headed League) Is it the sound of water gushing out of the taps left open? Being busy doing nothing, he tried to guess some others. But, he had to finally consider that this one was the only guess of some sense. Lazily, he stood up, searched all the rooms to see whether any taps were open. Nope! He couldn't find any of the taps open. Just then, he had a sudden thought of the Adventures of Sherlock Holmes. Another afterthought again, he said to himself, "Haha! Trying to be a detective or what? You're fit enough only to read those books, bloke!"
But he certainly couldn't avoid that sound. Where was it from?What does it have to do at this time of the night? He searched his house, all over again. But again- same result- nothing of importance. He wandered around the house, probably a little disappointed and aimless as well. It was a test to his endurance and skill (if he had anything remaining!). With all hopes sent packed in the wind, he was walking slowly to retire to bed.
Suddenly, his eyes were fixed on the window sill. He could see droplets of water hanging on it.
There, it dawned on him, the real reason behind the sound. He went to the balcony and viewed it for himself. It was the rain, the belligerent rain, hustling and bustling through the thin air, and pouring out like never before...
His mind had another afterthought, "How the hell did you miss guessing this out?"
- Mind it! This is just an imagination. I wanted to summarize it by rendering a lively feeling to my thought through my words. Do send in your comments on this topic.
Gopsay a.k.a. Gopalakrishnan. :)
The D-Day
One month into the holidays, it was partying and stuff that consumed the days. Slowly, the days rolled on and it was time for some reality check coming my way. As announced, the results were one week away. I was spending the whole lot of time chatting on how much I'd score with my friends. "I'd get above 460!" said one. "I'm darn scared. How much will I get", said the other. Who asked for the results? The name, ending with the result section indicating PASS was all that I needed. In fact, everyone wanted the same, except some queer cases who were on the prowl to get the 'state first' and all that. Everything was going fine for a fitting finale. But whenever I propose a way for myself, it always happens the other way round. It was a thumping Thursday. I had just finished playing online. Just then, everything went from bad to worse. Here goes the conversation.
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Sridhar: Hiya! Our results will be out on Saturday.
Gopsay: Stop kidding yaar. I know it's only after a week.
Sridhar: I too thought the same. But the flash news in TV has changed it all.
Gopsay: (Surprised.. Then shocked. Now trembling)
I can't believe this! Let me check out myself
Sridhar: Anyway, the news won't change. Have a look. :)
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The news never changed. "Results on Saturday", was the only news displayed. Now in tatters, I phoned all of my friends and got them into an unknown, untraveled, unraveled phase of time. They too were as scared as I was. Slowly I found my way back to Gtalk. There was a message from another friend of mine, "Results on Saturday! Enjoy!" Touche. Close Gtalk. And rewind to the past:
Lots of questions.
The day was over. It was a Frenzied Friday. I was not happy with the 'Flash News matter'. "How can I visit umpteen temples within a day?" The job was tough. A bit of badminton was never going to be bad. Now that was done. A long walk to the library (just 2 kms) only to find it locked (terrible even on the eve of the results?). Slowly the day fizzled out. A bit of chatting, and the day fizzled out. The D-Day came; came at last. Only two of them were online. The results were to be published at 9:30 am. A bit of guessing and I cracked the website at 8:45 am only to see my results. (What I eked out is another story :D)
For the next week or so, my Orkut profile had this name: Gopalakrishnan.. Overwhelmed! I had ended up with 93% in my boards.
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Sridhar: Hiya! Our results will be out on Saturday.
Gopsay: Stop kidding yaar. I know it's only after a week.
Sridhar: I too thought the same. But the flash news in TV has changed it all.
Gopsay: (Surprised.. Then shocked. Now trembling)
I can't believe this! Let me check out myself
Sridhar: Anyway, the news won't change. Have a look. :)
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The news never changed. "Results on Saturday", was the only news displayed. Now in tatters, I phoned all of my friends and got them into an unknown, untraveled, unraveled phase of time. They too were as scared as I was. Slowly I found my way back to Gtalk. There was a message from another friend of mine, "Results on Saturday! Enjoy!" Touche. Close Gtalk. And rewind to the past:
Lots of questions.
- Why did I write a poem on the day when I had Bio exam?
- Why was I online before my Math exam? (I was online before all the exams!)
- How many 'tutorial colleges' have I Found so far? :)
The day was over. It was a Frenzied Friday. I was not happy with the 'Flash News matter'. "How can I visit umpteen temples within a day?" The job was tough. A bit of badminton was never going to be bad. Now that was done. A long walk to the library (just 2 kms) only to find it locked (terrible even on the eve of the results?). Slowly the day fizzled out. A bit of chatting, and the day fizzled out. The D-Day came; came at last. Only two of them were online. The results were to be published at 9:30 am. A bit of guessing and I cracked the website at 8:45 am only to see my results. (What I eked out is another story :D)
For the next week or so, my Orkut profile had this name: Gopalakrishnan.. Overwhelmed! I had ended up with 93% in my boards.
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Lost in the Night Sky!
It was pitch black all over
And the eyes saw
Everything but nothing.
And the eyes saw
Everything but nothing.
It was a boulevard of dreams
Which remained unscathed just as
An unrehearsed, untouched bunch.
Slowly, the pitch black came into light
For me to visualize the dreams.
Turning round and round, I could
See the cluster of twinkling dreams,
Scattered all across the realms of my eyes
When the soothing effect of-
The mesmerizing moonlight, that dazzled
Was matched by none. But then,
The subtle lights suddenly brightened
And the twinkling dreams... dwindled away.
- In the modern world, catching a glimpse of the Night Sky is a rare phenomenon. So, let with a bunch of similes/metaphors, I've given a brief account of the night sky as it is. I'll be back with more. :)
Cheers,
Gopsay
Which remained unscathed just as
An unrehearsed, untouched bunch.
Slowly, the pitch black came into light
For me to visualize the dreams.
Turning round and round, I could
See the cluster of twinkling dreams,
Scattered all across the realms of my eyes
When the soothing effect of-
The mesmerizing moonlight, that dazzled
Was matched by none. But then,
The subtle lights suddenly brightened
And the twinkling dreams... dwindled away.
- In the modern world, catching a glimpse of the Night Sky is a rare phenomenon. So, let with a bunch of similes/metaphors, I've given a brief account of the night sky as it is. I'll be back with more. :)
Cheers,
Gopsay
The Epitome of Melee
It was erstwhile Madras (and the current Chennai), where this happened. Madras was (and is) known for its splendid shopping centers. It was a sunny Sunday and the family was caught in what seemed to them an unfamiliar melee as they shopped in Madras. The time was 4 pm. They knew that they had their train at 7.30 pm. Yet, they appeared to be in no mood to curb their shopping. The time passed and the money as well, passed hands. At last, they ended their shopping session, just as the clock struck 5.30 pm. A visit to the restaurant notwithstanding, they were quite optimistic about catching up with the train. The time now was well above 6 pm. They slowly felt they were on the other side of the clock and had to hurry. With umpteen suitcases to be carried, it was never a surprise that they hired an auto to reach the railway station. "Do you think we'll reach the train?" asked the youngest of them. No one had the answer. Little did they know that it was the Melee of Madrasian Traffic that had the final say. The junction was a fair distance away from where they started, around 14 kms. Slowly they made their way through the traffic. "What if we get stuck in all the signals?" the usually brisk granny thought. Three signals had been crossed by then and to their misfortune, everytime they reached for it, the only light that flickered was red!
The family constituted of people of all ages, from a boy of 6 to a grandmom of 65. They had to juggle between speed and safety. At one point of time everyone felt sure that they would miss the train. It was Madras Mayhem for them. They had to stop at every signal. They couldn't do anything else. A helicopter could've airlifted them to the station, they could've started early. They hoped the train would start late. If that happened, would they still be able to catch up with the train? The answer to it was blowing away in the wind, without an answer to its rescue.
They had caught a glimpse of the Raliway Station, a few metres away. But, they weren't helped in even a single way as the road signal flashed the 'red' light. "Let's hope the same 'red' signal flashes for the train as well", said another. They finally made their way into the station and the platform as well. Where was the train? It was slowly gaining it's speed. The grandma had to run like anything and slowly the drama unfolded. To their greatest agony, the suitcases outnumbered the family. Grandma made her way in the first and slowly the others crept in before it was too late. It was a thrilling experience for the youngest of them all, the 6year old (because all he did was look & lament at others' helplessness).
They decided not repeat it once again. When they had to catch the 7.30 pm train the next time round, they were at the Station well before the clock on top of the building had struck 4 pm. :)
The family constituted of people of all ages, from a boy of 6 to a grandmom of 65. They had to juggle between speed and safety. At one point of time everyone felt sure that they would miss the train. It was Madras Mayhem for them. They had to stop at every signal. They couldn't do anything else. A helicopter could've airlifted them to the station, they could've started early. They hoped the train would start late. If that happened, would they still be able to catch up with the train? The answer to it was blowing away in the wind, without an answer to its rescue.
They had caught a glimpse of the Raliway Station, a few metres away. But, they weren't helped in even a single way as the road signal flashed the 'red' light. "Let's hope the same 'red' signal flashes for the train as well", said another. They finally made their way into the station and the platform as well. Where was the train? It was slowly gaining it's speed. The grandma had to run like anything and slowly the drama unfolded. To their greatest agony, the suitcases outnumbered the family. Grandma made her way in the first and slowly the others crept in before it was too late. It was a thrilling experience for the youngest of them all, the 6year old (because all he did was look & lament at others' helplessness).
They decided not repeat it once again. When they had to catch the 7.30 pm train the next time round, they were at the Station well before the clock on top of the building had struck 4 pm. :)
- This happened in reality too. I was a 6 year old then. So, all I had to do was to wait and watch as the things unfolded. Now, I have the luxury so as to wait and watch how the reactions to this short story (or rather a shorter long story) are.
The Curse of God? 1
Three friends decided to give the quiz competition to be organized a try. Jayson, John and Sam were the friends. Jayson and John had already won several competitions while Sam was an inevitable addition to the group. The competition was to start at 2 pm. They sat on the edge of their seats.
While Jayson and John were busy showing Sam the guys to whom they had lost to in previous attempts, Sam was busy goggling the cake he had. None of them had any thought of having their hand on the prize that was to be given, a brand new Mp3 player. Instead, each one had their own insane thoughts and schedules. Jayson was eager to see the premiere of his favorite film on TV at 5 pm. While Jayson thought so, John, who used to top the class more often than others wanted to have a luncheon. Sam had promised his friend of turning up for a cricket match at 4 pm. The three musketeers had mustered various ideas except the idea of winning the prize.
The competition started. There were 500 teams and John quipped, "Never on earth are we going to win this! If we win it, it'll be due to The Curse of God, for sure!" The 20 questions were like 20 wars and they were happy to give their sheets away. The result was to be announced after 30 minutes. When the 30 minutes were over, it seemed for them that they were 30 erstwhile years. Everyone was curious to know the result. The three friends were sure that they were to be shown the door. Of the 6 teams to be selected, two of them were revealed. While all this was happening, the three dudes are happy to be just clapping. Then, the third finalist was slowly revealed.
"Jayson", said the quiz master. Jayson was cool enough to say, "There are many Jaysons here!" "John", said the quiz master. Still, they were quite sure they were not the ones. Finally, the person said, "Sam!" On hearing these words, they jumped of their chairs just like a baby that was falling off the cradle. Just as the sounds of applause roared, they walked majestically to the dais. Sam still couldn't believe it. He punched his fists against the wall, felt the pain and concluded that the events weren't a dream. Suddenly an afterthought clouded Sam's mind, "Is this The Curse of God?"
While Jayson and John were busy showing Sam the guys to whom they had lost to in previous attempts, Sam was busy goggling the cake he had. None of them had any thought of having their hand on the prize that was to be given, a brand new Mp3 player. Instead, each one had their own insane thoughts and schedules. Jayson was eager to see the premiere of his favorite film on TV at 5 pm. While Jayson thought so, John, who used to top the class more often than others wanted to have a luncheon. Sam had promised his friend of turning up for a cricket match at 4 pm. The three musketeers had mustered various ideas except the idea of winning the prize.
The competition started. There were 500 teams and John quipped, "Never on earth are we going to win this! If we win it, it'll be due to The Curse of God, for sure!" The 20 questions were like 20 wars and they were happy to give their sheets away. The result was to be announced after 30 minutes. When the 30 minutes were over, it seemed for them that they were 30 erstwhile years. Everyone was curious to know the result. The three friends were sure that they were to be shown the door. Of the 6 teams to be selected, two of them were revealed. While all this was happening, the three dudes are happy to be just clapping. Then, the third finalist was slowly revealed.
"Jayson", said the quiz master. Jayson was cool enough to say, "There are many Jaysons here!" "John", said the quiz master. Still, they were quite sure they were not the ones. Finally, the person said, "Sam!" On hearing these words, they jumped of their chairs just like a baby that was falling off the cradle. Just as the sounds of applause roared, they walked majestically to the dais. Sam still couldn't believe it. He punched his fists against the wall, felt the pain and concluded that the events weren't a dream. Suddenly an afterthought clouded Sam's mind, "Is this The Curse of God?"
- Alright! I got this insane idea scripted in my mind when I was writing my Physics board exam paper. I gave food for this thought and yes, this is where it's ended up! :)
Gopsay.
Gopsay.
True Lies!
When he says that he's good
And insists that he lacks bad blood,
I say he's playing in a pond of lies.
He quips that he isn't sad
And tips that I am mad.
But I say he's pondering over a pool of lies.
He ensures that he is a couch potato
And emphasizes on leaving others untouched.
Yet I say he's lying in a lake of lies.
And insists that he lacks bad blood,
I say he's playing in a pond of lies.
He quips that he isn't sad
And tips that I am mad.
But I say he's pondering over a pool of lies.
He ensures that he is a couch potato
And emphasizes on leaving others untouched.
Yet I say he's lying in a lake of lies.
He jumps with joy on seeing a dame
And loses the clock yearning for fame.
Still, I say he's floating in a ocean of lies.
But when he says he's none other than myself,
In a lighter vein, with injured pride,
I would say, "There lies the truth!"
- My board exams aren't over as yet. I took time off to ensure that I still ended up writing excessive scraps of articles and poems under the title, 'Parts and Parcels of Life'. I took 20 minutes for penning this down and now, I've left it for others to see. Have a nice time reading it! It's more than just an interim relief for me!
Cheers,
Gopsay
Rousing resolutions!
As March has arrived with a bang (or well, has it?), I'm working day in and day out to discover every nook and corner of my academic books. I sit driveling and sniveling over what I am doing next. The taunts come from one side asking me to study while on the other side of it all, there come the chants from my mom praying to the Almighty to get me hooked up to studying. Simply said, I do neither. I ride on the confidence that exams are going to be on only till the gravest hour past noon on April 8. When the hour gets over, I will be a caged bird unlocked to unleash whatever is at stake. But that comes in with a problem. The bird doesn't know what, when or where to unleash anything and everything. Just as the day passes on the pretty thought of life after the Great Revolution of 2009, my Board exams, the incoming outburst to prepare for the revision exams the next day sets in (I'm actually on course to accomplish writing not my first, not second, but my fourth revision exams). My cousin, when he came to know about this, gasped with horror.
The very thought of the days after the exams ricochet in my mind more often than the definition for projectile motion I have in my Physics text. In the deepest horizons of my mind, I've already set about enjoying those days. It's just a matter of time that will decide how early it's going to set in. I've got some resolutions by the way. Let me pinpoint them one by one!
* Stop my extreme abstinence from turning up for films to gratify myself.
* Become gratified once again.
* Try something quirky enough to pass off the days.
* Attempt to ride a bike (which, to the greatest of my sorrows, I've never done before)
* Do my profession, sleeping, with precision
* And last, but nevertheless the least, essay the blog posts sensibly!
No, I'm not going to resort to the last resolution! Within minutes of echoing my resolution, I've had one broken. As the doomed days finally lead to gloom, these rousing resolutions turn out to be blatant lies. :D
- Gopsay!
The very thought of the days after the exams ricochet in my mind more often than the definition for projectile motion I have in my Physics text. In the deepest horizons of my mind, I've already set about enjoying those days. It's just a matter of time that will decide how early it's going to set in. I've got some resolutions by the way. Let me pinpoint them one by one!
* Stop my extreme abstinence from turning up for films to gratify myself.
* Become gratified once again.
* Try something quirky enough to pass off the days.
* Attempt to ride a bike (which, to the greatest of my sorrows, I've never done before)
* Do my profession, sleeping, with precision
* And last, but nevertheless the least, essay the blog posts sensibly!
No, I'm not going to resort to the last resolution! Within minutes of echoing my resolution, I've had one broken. As the doomed days finally lead to gloom, these rousing resolutions turn out to be blatant lies. :D
- Gopsay!
Locked with the Block
The clock on the wall ticked,
The flock of birds sped past,
But the block of his never ceased.
He waged a lonely battle, with himself
Being caged, dearth of subtle thoughts.
The times were trying; his cries, feeble.
His mind was entangled in a spider's web;
His words were mangled at a low ebb
As he sat still, locked with the block.
His soul was in a state of peril.
The mind seemed to possess a lock
Which was, to his sorrow, a writer's block!
- Looks like I'm in a block too. I could'nt get the poem to exceed more than 4 paragraphs. Touche'! This, I think will be my last for the month. I'll come back with more words of wisdom (???) in April. Till then, wish you people good luck.
Crazy world!
With a handful of assignments everyday, exams on all seven days a week, the times may look gloomy. But, it isn't so! Whenever exams come, thrill comes in with them. Everyday, somehow, someone reminds me of the imminent danger that's lurking around the corner, THE BOARD EXAMS! I've received umpteen advices to stop using computer and concentrate on what I'm supposed to do, studying. I follow them barely. Some months ago, I realized that it was high time I stopped it. Is it an obsession or an addiction? Even I am not able to whip the code and find out what it really is.
When I am at school, one classmate or the other would come to me and say, "Oh, buddy! You've really started studying for the exams. You are not talking as much as you used to do previously!" Back home, my parents now take the turn to say what they feel ( oh, they actually yell) , "Hey! Look at your friends. They've started concentrating on their studies. I'm really worried what you are going to do! You do all sort of things other than studying and those things are just humbugging you." Crazy world! Crazy world!
I was determined to stop spending time in Orkut, chatting and blogging when I stepped into this academic year. By then, I used to be using up some 2 hours everyday. As it turned out, the two hours reduced to 1 hour. Dad would say, "Come on, give up this one hour and use that for studying." I too did it with little success. Now, with March 18th firmly instilled in my mind, I'm here in internet for roughly 6 hours a day, a drastic improvement of the statistics, but vice-versa on my count.
The Board exams for me are supposed to start from March 18th and end on April 8th. As one of my best advisers, my Dad quips, "Have you forgotten that your Board exams are gonna start on the 18th of March?" Little does he know my approach to the exams. I reply him back, "Dad, the exams are going to end on the 8th of April." Crazy world! Crazy world!
Three years ago, I declared, "Dude, you look so obese. You would take a hundred years to get slim and look fit!" after seeing me oversized when I broke my leg. Now, on seeing me fit again, I wonder, "Hey, I know that you can become fit only after 100 years. But you've done that in 3 years!" Crazy world! Crazy world!
After having done all this, I just wonder whether its the world that's crazy or is it, well, is it me! :) A reality check's ahead!
- Gopsay
HAVE A NICE DAY!
When I am at school, one classmate or the other would come to me and say, "Oh, buddy! You've really started studying for the exams. You are not talking as much as you used to do previously!" Back home, my parents now take the turn to say what they feel ( oh, they actually yell) , "Hey! Look at your friends. They've started concentrating on their studies. I'm really worried what you are going to do! You do all sort of things other than studying and those things are just humbugging you." Crazy world! Crazy world!
I was determined to stop spending time in Orkut, chatting and blogging when I stepped into this academic year. By then, I used to be using up some 2 hours everyday. As it turned out, the two hours reduced to 1 hour. Dad would say, "Come on, give up this one hour and use that for studying." I too did it with little success. Now, with March 18th firmly instilled in my mind, I'm here in internet for roughly 6 hours a day, a drastic improvement of the statistics, but vice-versa on my count.
The Board exams for me are supposed to start from March 18th and end on April 8th. As one of my best advisers, my Dad quips, "Have you forgotten that your Board exams are gonna start on the 18th of March?" Little does he know my approach to the exams. I reply him back, "Dad, the exams are going to end on the 8th of April." Crazy world! Crazy world!
Three years ago, I declared, "Dude, you look so obese. You would take a hundred years to get slim and look fit!" after seeing me oversized when I broke my leg. Now, on seeing me fit again, I wonder, "Hey, I know that you can become fit only after 100 years. But you've done that in 3 years!" Crazy world! Crazy world!
After having done all this, I just wonder whether its the world that's crazy or is it, well, is it me! :) A reality check's ahead!
- Gopsay
HAVE A NICE DAY!
Our mindboggling mindsets
People react in various ways when they are at varied positions. Sometimes things may go from bad to worse. But mostly, the very context of how we think is the one to blame (and sometimes to praise) for whatever that happens around us. I have classified people as those who are Optimistic, those who are Realistic and those who are Pessimistic. Philosophers, right from the past have pointed out that Optimistic are the ones who succeed the most and the people who are Pessimistic are those deemed to fetch failure after failure. I have a different concept:
When we are realistic, we understand what we have fetched and what is left to be etched. This, as I feel, is the most centralized mind. We know our pros and cons and we know our shortcomings too. To be precise, we can know our capability. When we have this mindset, we have to take cue from our achievement and use the same in our shortcomings to bring out the best in us.
Finally, when we are pessimistic, we are short of the confidence and belief in our strengths. Making people come out of this painful feeling is quite tough. A pessimistic person, after viewing is debacle must not lose his heart and conclude, "Well, I have failed now. I am a loser." This will lead to continuation of failures. Success consists of going from failure to failure without loss of enthusiasm.
We have to analyze where we've went wrong and make sure, he same mistakes aren't repeated the next time. That shows the difference between a level headed man and others. We have to show that we are people of substance and those who can achieve glory in whatever matter focus upon.
I'm a 15 year old and this is what I know from all my past experiences. The world is still novice to me when I'm compared to the people around me. If my work has any shortcomings, you can tell me about it and I will move on with whatever mindset I have to make sure the loopholes get filled up. Have a nice day!
Cheers,
'Gopsay' Gopalakrishnan.
P.S. Not all philosophers have beards. :)
When we are optimistic we fell something like this: "Right, I can do this!" If we move on with the same attitude, without any doubt, we are trudging in the path of success. When we are optimistic, we have to make sure the budding confidence of optimism shouldn't grow into over-confidence. Too much of anything is good for nothing.
It doesn't matter whether we are Optimistic, Pessimistic or Realistic.
It is the way we proceed with our ideology that decides what we are going to achieve!
When we are realistic, we understand what we have fetched and what is left to be etched. This, as I feel, is the most centralized mind. We know our pros and cons and we know our shortcomings too. To be precise, we can know our capability. When we have this mindset, we have to take cue from our achievement and use the same in our shortcomings to bring out the best in us.
Finally, when we are pessimistic, we are short of the confidence and belief in our strengths. Making people come out of this painful feeling is quite tough. A pessimistic person, after viewing is debacle must not lose his heart and conclude, "Well, I have failed now. I am a loser." This will lead to continuation of failures. Success consists of going from failure to failure without loss of enthusiasm.
We have to analyze where we've went wrong and make sure, he same mistakes aren't repeated the next time. That shows the difference between a level headed man and others. We have to show that we are people of substance and those who can achieve glory in whatever matter focus upon.
I'm a 15 year old and this is what I know from all my past experiences. The world is still novice to me when I'm compared to the people around me. If my work has any shortcomings, you can tell me about it and I will move on with whatever mindset I have to make sure the loopholes get filled up. Have a nice day!
Cheers,
'Gopsay' Gopalakrishnan.
P.S. Not all philosophers have beards. :)
Morning blues...
On the eve of my Math exam, I was busy writing my diary (authentic diary). Having slept off at 3 am in morning (literally early in the morning), waking up for the exam in the morning was rather tough. The clock struck 7. I was busy dreaming. At last, after encountering some scolding from Dad (Words of wisdom), I woke up early morning as the clock read 8.15 a.m. There was nothing unusual in the fact that the exam was to start at 8.50 a.m. I would've woken up much later had the exam not been there. But anyway, I had to.
I was ready to go to school by 8.40. My cycle had been trying to do various things during the course of the week that was over. The pedal was bent up like a crow's beak that had been hit with a hammer. Nothing could be done at that point of time. I had to leave to school. At the maximum I had to reach the school before the exam started (now, this was getting highly unlikely was the time passed). I started off from my house with the elan of Armstrong on his bicycle. This was never going to help. On my way to school, the cycle began to pull up some ominous tantrums as I overtook a car (I really did).
Till that moment, I was really concentrated on the exam that I was to appear in. Then, I noticed a group of girls (probably of my age) cycling in front of me. It was natural that I wanted to overtake them and get some eyes to have a good look at me (the look always looks good and we know why. :-D) Then it happened! As I was increasing my speed, my cycle pulled up the most comic tantrum. The pedal came off and hit the ground and my cycle moved eerily before hitting the ground to a stop. The girls went without noticing my bravado. I was left without overtaking them. Even the car that I overtook now overtook me. I went back to take the pedal and to fit it back. But where could I put it back? The pedal was broken off completely.
The most unfortunate fact was that this happened when I was exactly half way between my school and my home. I remembered something. I was to get to my school to write my exam. Badly running out of time, with no time to panic, I started again cycling like an oarsman on one side and cycling on the other. This was never going to help the course of matters. With people on the roadside thinking that I was going crazy, I rode without any other options. On reaching the school, I was happy to be exactly on time. But, at the cost my pedal (Thank God the girls didn't see my state). The question paper was given. Fortunately I completed my exam with an expectation of a percentile of 95 or above (that was never going to be bad).
Touche'! That was an eventful morning though nothing went in my favor. After this debacle, I fitted my cycle with the best parts available to make sure I overtake the next time around though I'm sure another part of my cycle is going to rip off when I do it the next time.
- Gopsay!
Joy and Pleasure
The world can be compared to the universe. The universe contains numerous stars which are different from each other. Similarly, the earth has people, each person unique in their own aspects. The people are known in their society primarily based on their economic class (sadly, that is not the case when it comes to nation as a whole).
Pleasures are known to be better than joy at times. It has succeeded in making people enjoy in their life. Pleasures are not born easily. . It is born when people enjoy something the most (be it anything). That is what has got them such a position. They must have initially been poor in the level of enjoyment too. Now, they may seem to be giving a person some really good enjoyment.
Joy is what is natural. A person doesn't need something to making him enjoy the joy. The joy will spontaneously get him to be happy. This is pure and happens naturally. Joy is up there for a purist to be happy with. If we are going to be happy with something around us, what else do we want?
Pleasure is something that will make you enjoy. It is not what you enjoy yourself, but what you are induced to enjoy. Joy is like a déjà vu with happiness. Pleasure wants everyone to enjoy. It is not what is enjoyed within the self. It wants the people, the strangers to enjoy with it. This isn't genuine. Joy is what props up in our soul. The inner mind experiences it with utmost happiness. It doesn't take care whether anyone around it enjoys. All it wants is happiness entangled with satisfaction for having it.
- This was what I felt as a difference between joy and pleasure. As the first paragraph points out, every person's opinion differs as people are unique. So, make sure what you feel is reflected as well because this is all about the various opinions. Also, do comment on this article
Cheers,
'Gopsay' Gopalakrishnan.
Pleasures are known to be better than joy at times. It has succeeded in making people enjoy in their life. Pleasures are not born easily. . It is born when people enjoy something the most (be it anything). That is what has got them such a position. They must have initially been poor in the level of enjoyment too. Now, they may seem to be giving a person some really good enjoyment.
Joy is what is natural. A person doesn't need something to making him enjoy the joy. The joy will spontaneously get him to be happy. This is pure and happens naturally. Joy is up there for a purist to be happy with. If we are going to be happy with something around us, what else do we want?
Pleasure is something that will make you enjoy. It is not what you enjoy yourself, but what you are induced to enjoy. Joy is like a déjà vu with happiness. Pleasure wants everyone to enjoy. It is not what is enjoyed within the self. It wants the people, the strangers to enjoy with it. This isn't genuine. Joy is what props up in our soul. The inner mind experiences it with utmost happiness. It doesn't take care whether anyone around it enjoys. All it wants is happiness entangled with satisfaction for having it.
Pleasure is Instantaneous Happiness.
Joy is Eternal Happiness.
Now we can choose between Joy and Pleasure!
- This was what I felt as a difference between joy and pleasure. As the first paragraph points out, every person's opinion differs as people are unique. So, make sure what you feel is reflected as well because this is all about the various opinions. Also, do comment on this article
Cheers,
'Gopsay' Gopalakrishnan.
