Monthly Archives: December 2013

To: 2013, 2014; cc: Readers

Dear 2013,

Had an awesome time with you for a year and now it’s time to bid farewell forever. Initially it was slow, struggling and painful with you. You made me fall again and again, you gave losses and hurts which are beyond repair. I must have cursed you countless times for giving such a hard time.

Think I should stop complaining and thank you for all the pleasant moments. Every time I fell down It’s you who gave tons of hope, strength and motivations to stand up and running. Every time when I get hurt it’s you who sent some one to heal. You pointed how significant are  some to me and I’m to them, you also introduced many to get inspired. It’s with you I finished my 1st half marathon and also start blogging actively. It’s you who taught some important lessons of life. Thanks again and your memories will be evergreen in me.

Hi 2014,

Happy to welcome you, Have no clue how you are going to be, Have not much expectations either, But do have some plans with you, hope plans come together. Spread peace, harmony and happiness to all of us. Looking forward to spend some adventurous time with you.

-Gokoulane Ravi

Friends, Laughs and Forgotten Worries

 © 2009 Warner Bros. Entertainment Inc.

© 2009 Warner Bros. Entertainment Inc.

It’s around 8 in the morning and he boarded in the train which just arrived at the Beach Station, the compartment wasn’t that crowded, so he managed to get his favorite window seat so that he could feel the cool breeze and simply watch out. Hearing the announcements that train would start in few minutes , he plugged his headphones into his ears and started listening to his favorite tracks as usual and watch passengers walk here and there to while up the time.

He saw a group of 4 school going girls chatting standing near the window, though they wore uniform, it’s the drafter and t-scale in their hands which confused him, he concluded himself that they must be polytechnic college students. He noticed a girl in that group who seemed downhearted and crying for some reason. Though he couldn’t hear anything, he watched as if he is watching a mime play. Other 3 girls in the group where trying to comfort her by holding her hands and her shoulder, but she didn’t stop weeping. One more girl joined the group lately, he saw her come in with a nice smile, he didn’t fail to observe an instant change of expression on her face as she saw one of her friends crying and others trying to comfort. She seems to be enquiring with her friends about what’s happening and said something which made everyone laugh, including the girl who was crying. Seeing this bought a big smile on his face, he felt happy seeing the girl who cried, laugh and hug her friend holding back her tears. The train started to move, his eyes slowly unfocused the laughing group of freinds and his thoughts moved on to his friends who made him smile and laugh in his tough times. He wiped the tear drops trying to peep out of his eyes and he smiled with in.

The above narrated incident is a real one and that “He” is me. There are two types of friends, first are the ones who say soothing and motivating words which would comfort you and the other purposefully speaks some thing stupid or funny which would make you laugh and forget your worries for a while.

This post is dedicated to my awesome dear friends.

Did the title and the image deceived you initially, connection between the title and image is also true to an extent. There were times when I used to watch FRIENDS episodes, forget my worries and laughing out loud. Even now I watch some of my favorite episodes then and there to de-stress  myself. It’s one of my most favorite TV series.

The One Who Is Immature Small Boy

I’m writing this post out of frustration and confusion which is in me for quite sometime. What made me so frustrated and confused is many calling me “Immature” and “small boy”, it’s okay when people older than me call me a small boy, but it’s frustrating when people in your age range do so. Most of the time I stand alone because of this “Small boy” and “good boy” tag on me. But some are frank and true, they tell me why they put that tag on me, the following are some of the reasons they gave me.

Being Chocoholic
I wonder why people have stereotypical thoughts when it comes to chocolates, that its only kids and women who love it. Who bothers about all those, my love towards chocolates didn’t even diminish a bit since my childhood and it will not in future. So if you think I’m a kid cos I love chocolates and candies, I don’t mind. I would also recommend you to watch Dairy Milk adds, How many of them show just kids and women.

Being Non-Alcoholic
Again many stereotype that having matured drink is a sign of maturity. I have been frequently asked  “Don’t you booze, even beer?”. Many even try to convince me that it is not a harm for health, but for me it’s not its healthy or not, but whether I like it or not and I don’t. Several times I have been with my friends while they booze, I simply while up time sipping down some soft drinks, patiently listening to their sad stories, and finish off the side dishes 😀 . So if you don’t booze, male colleagues will put a “small boy” tag on you and women colleagues will contribute their part by giving you a “good boy” tag. What I can’t understand is how one becomes “good” if he doesn’t drink, or a “bummer” if he does.

Being Non-Gossiper
It’s not like I’m not interested in gossiping, what I am not interested is the topics which you gossip. A boy talking with a girl doesn’t amuse me at all, probably I’m broadminded than some of you. Though I have likes and dislikes about people around, I prefer to keep it myself and avoid talking about them behind their back. No one likes people who they trust talking wrong behind their back right.

Being Smiley Face
I almost smile for everything, even if some one say things that offends me. I would give an inert reaction with a smile though its fuming inside. Usually why I don’t react is not that I don’t understand what is being spoke, but it’s either I don’t like the subject or I’m not interested it. But I usually find my reaction, smile and silence misunderstood as innocence,  “You are a small kid, you don’t understand these things” are the words which I would be hearing next. My past experiences had taught me big lessons, Firstly I have no control of words when I shout out of anger and at times the damage done are beyond repair, Then shout out of anger at some is mere waste of energy. So it gradually increased my patience as well as my silence, now some don’t even believe that I’m short tempered. Yet there is always a threshold.

I am a misfit piece in a jigsaw puzzle which doesn’t fit any where but still part of the game, it’s like every one likes you and most don’t wants you. I do learn from my mistakes and experiences, constantly shape myself, but in my own phase and perceptions. Whether I fit or not let the time decides. Why to blame them all, being a misfit is neither their mistake nor mine. This post is just an outcome of my frustrations. There were several occasions I felt pain being hurt by some one or being ignored, but very rarely  felt guilty for hurting some one. In that way I am happy being that “small boy”, I am happy being that misfit.