the struggle of education is bitter, the outcome is sweet !

" I quit" was written in a suicide note. Lucy a brilliant student from a premier engineering college had just ended his life. The pressure of living-up to his family's expectations got him. 
    
  Today's education system with its emphasis on marks rather than actual learning..... the cut throat competition to secure admission in so called good schools and colleges is where the bitterness brews. but there is an addition to the bitterness pill. 
       
    lets take the example of john who washes utensils at peoples homes to collect sufficient money to afford a good school. there are thousands of Johns who are toiling like adults and are unable to access quality education on social, economic and geographical grounds. the common thread in all the cases is STRUGGLE- the struggle to perform beyond ability and the struggle to aspire beyond affordability. this is the bitter part of education. with no immediate benefit in sight the school students prefer television to trigonometry and entertainment to English grammar.  it is BITTER INDEED !!
  
As education is an ongoing process there comes a time when students start en-cashing the time... reaping and picking up the fruits. And these fruits are sweeter than expected for the struggle that went into acquiring the education. For example : a MBA  student starts off and progresses better in his career than others; that is the time time when one realizes that all the years of hard-work and toil has transformed into unbelievable offers from the top notch companies. That is not the end of it. The better part of it is reflected in the social good too. Education imparts this quality also.

 We must brace ourselves for the elements that will discourage us and rather concentrate on the sweet end. Educationists and Governments across the globe are trying various methods to make the bitter part sweeter by reaching out to large number of disadvantaged people and making the learning process fun and interesting. 

As someone rightly said "if you want to enjoy the view, you have to climb the mountain first!"

THE LONGING ARGUMENT- ARE VIDEO GAMES AN ART?

VIDEO GAMES - AN ART?
No one has ever able to cite a game worthy of comparison with the great poets. film makers, novelists, composers, and painters. the concept of video games as an art form, is a controversial topic in the entertainment industry . 
the problem is the fact that videos games represent a very new medium and conform you traditional notions of the game as a toy children and are dismissed as non-artistic. that a game can aspire to artistic importance as a visual experience is accepted but games are a loss of those precious hours we have available to make ourselves more creative, cultured, civilized, and concerned. 
one obvious  difference between art and games is that you can win a game . it has rules, points, objectives, and an outcome; a story, a novel. a play, dance, a film are things which  you cannot win you can only experience.
hence games can never be art. their rules and goal-based interactivity dont explore the meaning of being human; for example the idea of versions of SHAKSPEARE plays that would allow for an optional happy ending would weaken the artistic expression of the original.......
the future fire rages are on and may change the very definition of art. 
SO WHICH SIDE ARE YOU ON?

the doll still laughs

THE DOLL STILL LAUGHS

To talk about the moon; it had the face of a wet weekend. Its rays were hitting down on earth; badly bruised full of disappointment. Though few reached safely, sensing and sniffing elation. Distress was writ large over its face, seemingly helpless. It was vehemently ragging about what looked like a challenge to the sun. The streets lay all clear accompanied by the frog eating into human vision. In the time when aspiration grew about the memories that were recounted. There was a dark side too; the nightmare and the demons arose too;

THE NIGHT OF THE DEAD!!

Amidst the squealing, screeching, shrieking bats, the dead call you to join their dinner party. The spread is lavish-bones, skulls, and blood soup. You are the delicacy. They fish you out for a grand dinner night. Strange voices honked the presence of what was lingering in the vile climate outside, the air particles dragging the noises into John’s ears. The fresco painting modified the looks of the pale walls, and hung titled. Zooming through the window pane the black clouds hid the moon; perhaps its anger would disturb the earth. An abandoned church, the graveyard and tombstones added to the morbid ambience. It was midnight when the handprints coated with blood slithered down the window pane. The windows battered, doors screeched. There was an evidence John had to believe!!

The lights flickered in sync with the laughing of the doll. It grew in decibel to be the highest note of symphony orchestra. The lights went off. she appeared and then she was gone. She reappeared and vanished in thin air. John froze. Goosebumps justified his fear. He slowly opened the door….

  A rocking chair was moving vigorously and there sat the doll, laughing. She stood up, crackled, and came closer….. John’s corpse was lying on the wooden flooring. Every night the chair rocks and the doll continue to laugh.