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happy

Each and every person has his or her own set of experiences of life. Some people find it hard to
talk about their past experiences; while others find pleasure in telling people about the
unforgettable moments in their childhood that have had an impact in lives they live today. As for
me, I felt that my childhood memories and experiences were some of the most exciting but at the
same time challenging events in my whole life. Like a butterfly, I felt that my life was filled with
potentials, and I needed to fly out there and explore them. As a child, I felt like a little bee
yearning to get out of the beehive to explore the world and what it had to offer. Every person
tends to have fear for something that makes them paralyzed on the spot when they are in the
presence of that thing. I happen to have fear for heights. This is story of my childhood that has
impacted my life up to date.
I remember one time when I was playing with my childhood best friend, Anita in my bedroom
which was on the first floor of our house. Besides the house, there was a very big mango tree that
was in season, and it had many big mangoes, that I always wished I could pick from my
bedroom. Whenever I was seated on my bedroom window, I was just a few inches away from the
fruits. I remember asking my mom who was resting below the mango tree if I could jump from
the window to the mango tree to pick the fruits; I did not want to go through the hustle of going
down stairs then climbing the tree for me to get the fruits. My mum, with her stern but loving
voice, warned me not to try jumping through the window, to the top of the mango tree. She said,
Listen to me; you will only get hurt by jumping through the window. Although I knew I had
this fear of heights, my friends teases made me want to have the courage to overcome the fear.
My best friend kept on telling me that it would be fun jumping on a mango tree like a monkey. I
visualized myself as a monkey jumping on top of a tree; it sounded funny and I had this urge to
try, especially to prove to my friends that I was not afraid anymore.
Like any other spoilt child who is determined to do the forbidden, I disregarded my moms
advice. Seeing that her attention was not on us, I made a deal with my friend, to go out and stand
below the mango tree to hold me incase I would miss it. She quickly ran out, and as soon as she
was right below the tree, I jumped. Guess what happened; I missed the tree very narrowly and
landed right on top of my friends head, and we both fell down. We were lucky that we did not
get serious injuries. Can you imagine what would have happened if no one was available to
support me, I would really have sustained serious injuries, even a dislocation? Now, that is what
you call the consequence of not obeying your parents. You can imagine the reaction of my mum,
she was yelling when she saw me; she though that I might be injured so badly that I may not
walk again. She came right where we fell and held me tight, I could tell that she was sobbing, but
at the same time happy that nothing serious had happened to me. I swore never to disobey my
parents again.

Soon it was summer holidays and my friends asked me to go and swim with them. I remembered
that I feared heights, and I did not want to go climbing into the river to swim just because I
wanted to please them. I quickly remembered how I almost got injured while trying to jump from
my bedroom window to the top of the mango tree. Again, my friend Anita, convinced me to go,
since she was also going, and I needed to prove to my friends that I no longer feared jumping
from higher heights. Children forget really fast; I do not imagine how I agreed to do something
like that. I told my mum that I was going swimming with my friends, but she adamantly refused.
She knew my fear of jumping from higher heights; her greatest fear was that I might get injured.
Imagining the adventure that was awaiting us, I could not hold myself back. I escaped with my
friends, and once again I disobeyed my mum.
On arrival, I was amazed by the spectacular scenes in the area. The place was breathtaking; the
rocky cliff from which we were to jump from, was covered all over with smooth green grass, and
beneath the cliff, was the water, deep and blue in color, splashing against the base of the cliff.
The scene was just amazing. We saw other divers jumping into the water from the cliff, and it
seemed like they were enjoying themselves. I was encouraged to try, after all what was the
essence of disobeying my mom to come all the way to the river, only to retract at the last minute?
I was determined to do the impossible.
Soon we started changing into swim suits, since we were wearing normal clothes when we came.
Anita asked me if I wanted to jump into the water first. She knew that I feared heights and she
wanted to see my reaction. I told her that I was not ready yet, with a courageous face, so that she
could detect that I was already trembling. One of my other friends named Mark, decided to jump
into the water, since it seemed that everyone had suddenly feared jumping. As soon as he was in
the water, he shouted that I was next. It seemed that there was a plot, because to my surprise,
everyone unanimously agreed that I be the second to follow. I went to the edge of the cliff to see
where I was going to jump. Little did I know that my friends had planned to push me into the
water. Before I realized it, I had lost my balance. I was screaming at the top of my voice, and my
body thrashed. Things happened so fast, I had jumped straight at the base of the cliff. I hit my
head on the rocks underneath and you can imagine what happened.
The next thing I know is that I was in the hospital with bandages all over my head, with my mum
crying beside me. I had seriously injuries on my head that lead to internal bleeding in the brain. I
was lucky that the surgery was a success. I remember the doctors telling me that it was a miracle
that I survived; they did not expect the surgery to be successful owing to its delicate nature. From
my childhood experience, one thing is certain, that children should always obey their parents.
2.happy
Is life really about the 'money', the 'cash', who has the biggest gold chain or who
drives the shiniest or fastest car, who sells the most albums or who has the most
respect? Today happiness is viewed in many different ways. Everyone defines

happiness according to their personal perpectives. Each individual describes their

inner feelings in a way that you can't compare with another.Happiness originally and
logically means the inner state of well being or a pleasurable or satisfying
experience. It enables you to profit from your highest: thoughts, wisdom,
intelligence, common sense, emotions, health, and spiritual values in your life. What
makes you happy and what makes me happy are different things. Whatever it is
that gives you warm fuzzes is determined by you, and only you. This difference is
what makes the world interesting.
Most of the happiness that we experience comes from the feeling of love. So many
people look to their love relationships,especially marriage to give them the
happiness that they cannot find on their own. Love is not enough to provide
happiness, then there must be many frustrated lovers in the world. The belief that
love gurantess happiness is left over from the ideology of romantic love that tells us
we will live happily ever after if we can only find the right person with whom to
spend our life with. If we realize that love by itself will not bring happiness, then
hopefully we will be more tolerant of the imperfections of those we love. If our
relatioships have their problems and if those we love do not always meet our
expectations it doesn't mean that we have lost our chance for happiness. When we
do not expect love to give us the happiness we seen, there will be more room for
forgiveness of the imperfections and problems that always accompany love.
What makes us happy is so varied. To be happy is a fleeting thing, which we enjoy
so much and often want it back as soon as possible .The things that make me happy
in my life can seem boring to others.My happiness is my health,my success and my
marriage. My happiness is to have a shoulder to lean on when my days are going
bad. Marriage has helped me look forward for my future. It opened my heart and my
mind to the true existing world. It's not like I wasn't happy before I got
married.Actaully I was happy a s a single college student, living with both of my
parents,two brothers and two sisters in California. I was getting my education living
normal healthy life but I knew something was missing and that was a person to
share my life and heart with. The lack of love that I had at that time made me
rethink and askmyself , if I would be happier if I was in love? Of course I couldn't
answer to my own question at that moment. I remember when I graduated from
highschool, if only I can express the feeling of comfort that I felt on that day. I
honestly can't express it because it's an inner feeling and
touch that only the individual itself understands it and feels it. Another thing that I
can defiantly consider to be a happy experience is birth.
Giving birth to a child is an ultimate feeling. I've never had a baby but I would
positively love when that day comes. One day I asked my dear friend that's very
close to me if she's happy in her life and I told her to be completly honest with me.
She said," Zain, I would love to answer your question, if only I knew what happiness
is." I immediatly turned my head towards her newborn baby boy and looked back at

her, then I said, " The child that's laompletly honest with me. She said," Zain, I
would love to answer your question, if only I knew what tively t with. The lack of
love that I had at that time made me rethink and askmyself , if I would be happier if
I was in love? Of course I couldn't answer to my own question at that moment
happiness is." I immediatly turned my head towards her newborn baby boy and
looked back at her, then I said, " The child that's laompletly honest with me. She
said," Zain, I would love to answer your question, happiness is." I immediatly turned
my head towards her newborn baby boy and looked back at her, then I said, " The
child that's laompletly honest with me. She said," Zain, I would love to answer you".
This is how I can still sit with my grandfather (who died recently), together again on
a high mountain, with the wind in our hair, the valley stretched out before us, and
sing with the happiness we shared. We all, I think, want to be happy. Or at least we
wish to have some memory of happiness that we carry in
our hearts.
A complex thing it is, this happiness. If we had to ask each person to rate their
happiness on a scale from 1-10, how people do you think would even be half way?I
don't think that many.
Everybody in this world has the right to happiness. However, I don?t think we should
seek our happiness by all means. I don?t agree that people should be selfish in
order to get whatever they want. Of course, I?m not saying that there aren?t any
selfish people in this world, but some people are more selfish than others .So we
need to have some balance in what we want and what would make us happy. Also
we need to make sure that we don?t burden our selves in the sake of others'
happiness.
Happiness to me is complete love and understanding of the being that you are, and
the soul that you have. When a person understands the purpose of their life, they
are content, and therefore, happy.
1.sad

Kolkata is a very busy town. Particularly at the bus- stop, a large number of persons roam. The
place is too crowded. Thousands of people travel by every day. One has to wait for a bus here for
hours toggled. Even if a bus arrives in time, it is difficult to board it. There is a lot of pushing and
jostling.
One day I had to travel by a bus from Kolkata to Barrackpore. I reached the bus stop at about
5.30 A.M. Many passengers were waiting for bus. There was no queue. After sometime my bus
arrived. It stopped at a distance of about twenty yards from the stop proper. As soon as the bus
stopped, the waiting passengers made a mad rush. Somehow, I pushed my way through the
crowd and succeeded in boarding the bus. In the meantime the conductor whistled and the bus
started.

The bus was packed to capacity. There was hardly any room to stand. Two or three well dressed
young men were hanging on the foot board. Inside the bus, I felt suffocated. I could not move
even. I found my balance in unstable state. To make the thing worse, the driver applied the brake
every now and then and the standing passengers were thrown of their feet. The conductor was
taking delight in the plight of the passengers.
At the way-side stops, the driver seldom stopped the bus at the appointed places. He would
knowingly stop a few yards away from the stop proper. Poor men, women and children who
stood waiting sit the stop, had at run a good distance to catch the bus. But very often the
conductor had signaled the bus to move before anyone could Board it. At some stops hot words
were exchanged between the conductor and passengers.
At last the bus reached Barrackpore. As soon as it stopped the crowd of waiting passengers
blocked the door. It was after a lot of pushing that I could get down the bus. My dresses were
spoiled. The dresses of other passengers were spoiled too. It was a difficult journey by bus.
The experience is still afresh in my memory. When I go to any place by bus, that sad experience
in past come to my mind and begin to trouble.
2.sad

Introduction
It is very pleasant to recollect my school days. I was admitted to class III. I passed long eight
years in the same school. This long period was associated with pleasant memories of various
kinds.
My experience
During this long period of eight years I had come in contact with many students of my own age. I
mixed with them freely. I had intimacy with many students. Some became my bosom friends. I
will never forget them in life. I was good student at school. I had keen competition with another
boy. Either he or I stood first in the examination. This continued till I left school.
I had come in contact with many teachers. I liked most of them. They mixed freely with us. They
treated us as their sons or younger brothers. Some teachers were rather grave. They did not mix
so freely with us. Perhaps they thought that if they mixed freely, we would not show respect to
them properly. I feel this was a wrong notion. We respected all teachers. We had a good relation
with them. I was a good boy at school. So all teachers loved me. They helped me in learning my
lessons if I had any difficulty. I am proud to say that I had never been beaten or scolded by any
teacher in my school life. I always behaved well. I always said my lessons well. So they had no
occasion to beat or scold me. I had great respect for our revered Headmaster. He loved us all as

his sons. He mixed freely with us. I think this is the reason why he had great hold on the
students. He was an ideal teacher. His influence in shaping my character was great. I am really
grateful to him for this.
I was fond of playing football. We had a big play-ground in front of our school. In the afternoon
we played there. Some young teachers also played with us. This free mixing had a good effect on
us.
When I was senior student, I took great interest in the school debating club, in the Saraswati Puja
festival, in the annual prize giving ceremony, and in the annual sports. I took part in the dramatic
performances and in recitation. Once there was an essay competition. The subject was, The duty
of students in modern India. Many students competed. I was lucky enough to get the first prize.
Our teachers were interested in our welfare. Encouraged by them we started a Poor Fund. Many
students contributed to this fund. Poor boys of the school were helped to buy books or to pay
school fees or examination fees. Our teachers encouraged us to start a manuscript magazine, i.e.,
a magazine written by hand. One year I was its editor. I contributed several articles to it.
We had annual outings and excursion. Some teachers accompanied us. We then passed the days
very happily. I remember with pleasure those happy days outside the class room.
Conclusion
In short, I am glad to say that I passed my school days very happily. Scarcely I had any sad
experience.