A Personal Analysis

*This may not be much of value to you, but it does contain facts about my writing style, and my certain desire to step-out in a unique way to expand my knowledge on this very subject*

It has come to my concern that almost every essay of mine begins with the consult of a background behind the particular topic. I don’t see how I won’t be doing the same this time, but I have to keep in mind a critical approach to whatever I write, as it will voluntary convey to a reader who probably doesn’t have a clue of my writing style. By my description of my covert habits which may include an astounding amount of positive and negative comments, the reader could moodily conclude on their opinion on how most of my essays go and whether they shall continue to long for more variations from me. From the time I first learned the alphabets till now, I have progressed a lot in terms of my literal work which may include many of the essays which have been written for the sake of school work, or as a hobby to pass time. To relocate and proclaim the respect for my text I have come up with different ways to influence my audience (mainly the teacher) to feel for what I had written through the use of the well known literacy devices in order to offer an ideal polished essay. I personally see myself as an ideal writer for an individual of my age, but yet again, who am I to judge.

I would like to introduce a character named Jordan to talk about why parts of my essays are considered to obey the laws of literature. By parts I mean, he’ll be talking about all the best elements which make these essays worth reading. His appearance won’t matter much to you, ah who am I kidding? It most probably will. He looks just like me, when I’m all ready to go to a party. The clean me. Jordan is…

Ahem (Jordan clears his throats), I must take over from here now. No time for any introduction for myself as I have a task to complete and I wouldn’t like to entertain you with the boredom of my inexistent life. I love reading essays or any kind of literacy work and my only hobby is also based on them. I like finding out the best an author could provide from an essay. Ramandeep, just like any other human being who has written an essay for an audience, indulges in following a trend which comprises the youth to follow the techniques of famous writers, or a teachers’ guide in order to assemble an essay in a way to form a good structure. His use of characters to support an appealing storyline is greatly executed and he uses dialogues to keep a smooth flow of events dismissing the content to the audience. He conveniently completes his essay in honor of the restriction, such as the word limit provided. He has a sense of how the whole essay should be depending on his theme and does do a good enough job to satisfy not only himself but the reader too who has an exact idea of the topic Ramandeep speaks about. He ideally controls his vocabulary and grammar in accordance to what the reader would expect, and I appreciate that the most. He handles both the active and passive voices in a smooth way. His sense of where he is heading in his essay does suggest that he is pretty much aware of the mistakes he makes and does his best to avoid them.  He often prefers the genre type of science fictions or dramatic or even sports as he implies to use other resources in order to provide a presentable essay which remarkably justifies the storyline based on that theme. The tone is varying throughout the essay many a time, as he prefers using multiple tones to resemble the seriousness for each event. I wish I had more polite words or more good to talk about, but I guess I just can’t make up my own fictional compliments for Ramandeep. I would like to hand over the narrative authority back to the main subject here.

Hi, it’s me again! It’s good to know what best attributes I represent in the way of my writing. Jordan has somewhat made me sentimental, and I must agree with all the good he found from my essays. But I must be neutral here, even if this whole essay has a purpose based to evaluate my deeds for writing, and I am an author for this too, I must try and avoid being biased. Suzzane is a colleague of Jordan’s and quite surprisingly has the opposite appearance and approach towards any written passage. Let’s just say that she looks like the untidy me, messed up in every sense including her clothing filled with stains all over. She is eagerly waiting to take over some space to justify some of her points emerged on the basis of her opinions and criticisms towards my writing style.

Hi, I’m Suzzane. I have this soft side of me which is truly dedicated for reading and reading only. As much as I love reading essays I can’t stop criticizing and pointing out the faults in what I read. It’s a problem I have and I hope it does help the author improve for a better future in whatever he writes. Let’s not get too carried away. I am going to be completely straightforward.

When I first read an essay on dreams by Ramandeep, I was immensely confused on where the story was heading to. I feel like he doesn’t seem to have the control to construct his essays to prolong its way in a flow. It’s just not his control which worries me, but his inability to sometimes begin with new paragraphs, as many of his essays are very compressed, which of course doesn’t leave a good impression on the reader. He struggles in comprehending the proper use of FOS’s in his essays, mainly because he doesn’t seem to have an idea on where and when to place that particular sentence containing one of the FOS. He struggles with metaphors, similes, and in his effort for writing a sarcastic comment, or statement. His handwriting is something which I would recommend him to work on.

Those were some truly harsh but honest statements that Suzzane made. Jordan and Suzzane both were just two characters, and though they may not be considered any worth outside this text, but they did a great job in saving me a great deal of time by judging something which I never could do. In order to compliment their opinions I would try to adjust some new techniques to fit the lot of a genuine writer.

In the most recent project of mine, where I wrote a short story about an apocalypse, I tried to minimize the pathos side of it, and considered to give more importance in the verse of a proper storyline. Emotions were still high, but with that I wanted to be logically accurate in the sense of a science fiction story. I usually like to read novels which are based on teen life, or which comprise genres like romantic, comedic, sports, science fiction, or even factual sciences. It has got me thinking to do something different, to try out different genres, as this way I will be well versed to write an essay of completely different topics. I would like to shift gears and experiment with genres when I have been given a task to write. I would do this to prove to the reader or my teacher my ability to adapt to changes.  I would like to harmonize the style of my essay by increasing my knowledge spectrum when it comes to the type of words I select. I must learn from the mistakes I’ve made, and try to make amendments so that I may not repeat them in the approaching future. I would continue following the positive remarks I’ve got from Jordan and try to completely shock Suzzane by diminishing all the negative virtues. I would set a goal, stay determined, and attain the goal.

Regards from the very own, Ramandeep Singh. 

R.S.

Best Things in Life are Indeed FREE!

Free-beauty... (A singular chapter- essay)

The best things in life are free. If you keep an open mind about this statement, then yes it’s true. As far as I know; for me it is, and I have certain reasons which would help back my opinion up. I see life as a daunting representation of a regular story which has been plotted down by our creator, and all that we have to do is enjoy and proclaim the faith we were intended to conquer. I do believe that everyone lives their lives similarly, and for this I don’t take into account any financial part. It doesn't matter what definition we give to the wordings- “best part of life”- as it’s all in the hands of us beings to surrogate a life, a sublime life.

Various emotions and memories drag along a tag of good times in life. Feeling good is right about the next thing on showcase of the best things in life. We don’t need money to exemplify our emotions. They are spontaneous and may be a by-product of any event we consume through our very senses. It doesn't really matter if you feel happy to convey a best part of life, although this emotion could also be enlightened by the little things in life. Like seeing the sunrise and sunset, these are two beautiful scenery, and to the human eye; they are a source of a delightful motivation. Memories are built on the basis of fun, sad, weary, and delightful moments, and are free of costs to re-proclaim. So in such cases money doesn't have to harbor the impeccable spotlight of feeling good in life, it’s just a “feeling”. Money could buy you your desired needs and wants, but those would never make you feel fully great about life, as in life there are many other things to do to feel good.

Comfort is what people derive to when they talk about money, but this comfort doesn't really revolve around the need of luxury objects to make a person feel better. Some may argue of this even being part of constituting under this topic, but comfort is the reason why we may have the obscure intention of down-rooting tiredness. A person has the ability to adapt to any situation and eventually having the resources for comfort doesn't really matter. As a man sleeping in a king side bed, and a man sleeping on the side of the road, will have similar dreams. Dreams are free of cost, and most certainly the integral part of a person’s desire. A person just has to have a right attitude towards life and this may be a jackpot for their passion to result in them working hard to achieve a goal, and to achieve that goal finance is just a mere thing compared to the experiences. These experiences are free, the passionate feeling to conquer your goals are free, and a man’s motivation is quite certainly free in their right to sacrifice time, which is FREE, and time is pretty when it passes by and undresses a present which is FREE! That’s how our creator repays us, by time, and not by finance.

I value relationships, and I am pretty sure having people around always does conclude in me having a great time. Relationships aren't made on the basis of a person’s financial status. A true relationship, whether it be between two lovers, or a child to their parents, or that of a beautiful friendship, are never built on the pillars of money, but just on the affection these people have for each other. Affection of course is also free.

I hereby conclude my essay with a statement to voice my opinion to all those who are in agreement with me, “It doesn't matter if you have money or not, all you need to do to entertain yourself is to have a buddy right next to you, who you could rely on, and together you could attend events which later would be strongly imprinted in your memory. You will feel at the peak of the world, even if you really aren't that money oriented, as you have people around you, who like what you do.”

R.S.

A Party; Before and After

Before

It was my first time going to a party here in Auckland’s main city hall, where everyone will make their way to the party, and together we all are bound to celebrate the opening of the new park. I have come here for vacations, and thought that it would be a great opportunity to enjoy with many other people on my trip, and this party was sure a great way to build up my momentum to delightful-ness.  The party had 3 hours before the proceedings began, and I was already all dressed up with my sleek tuxedo, and a shinny pair of shoes, in which I could see the reflection of my face, and the dark colour of my outfit fruitfully evoked a classy side of me. I left the house early, as my parents were taking their own ample time to get ready, and to my surprise was the earliest one to enter the city hall. I was nervous on the entrance, but soon adjusted to the surroundings, as I was still the only one there for about an hour. I usually don’t prefer coming early, but today it was something special. It was a national event, and the place was quite neatly represented, with no sign of any stain anywhere. The room was filled with chairs, to obey the pattern and topped by great mattresses placed beneath which signified the colours of the nations flag. The DJ was all ready with his mix tapes, and the whole room had extensions to the mirrors with coloured flakes, to eventually add a disco feel. My tuxedo will be put to good use, as I am all jolted in position to freely dance. It was that mood, at that instance, that I wanted to grab all the workers to the stage (huge and mildly decorated with lightings) and ask the DJ to hit it. I was eager for it all to begin soon, as now people started rushing in to occupy their respective seats, and the CEO was at the podium to deliver his shaking speech. I am nervous. I am excited. 

After 

It’s over; I was impatient, a long night indeed. People didn’t seem as friendly as I thought they would, but who am I to keep high expectations. The DJ went on to play that same repeated mix tape over and over again, and I couldn’t verbally tackle my feelings as I had to deliver a peaceful emotion to not upset the event organizer, as he passed by each individual delivering his token of respect for them to show up in such an auspicious opening ceremony. I dreaded this feeling, as I moved out of the room to catch a breath of fresh air. The room had this weird smell floating all around, quite likely of that of booze, and I just couldn’t stand it. I was the youngest one around. I felt really out of place, as my parents showed up only towards the end, which somewhat comforted my disgust towards this certain dish I was served. I kept meddling with the prawn in my soup as people slowly moved out of the room in a flock. I am tired. I am down. The only peak of this whole party was that speech, and the park will surely be a nice place to hang out other than this monument of broodiness. The beautiful mattress was covered with food stains and liquor floated along its path. The rooms lighting gave me a headache, but I sure did enjoy the disco feel the little mascot encouraged everyone to be in. He was still there, passing his mascot cap to anyone interest, which was nobody except me. I walked to him and thanked him to keep me motivated through a night which I would never like to recount back later. I don’t know whether it was real or not but I was elated on my prospective to once again see this room empty. It always looked so fine with not so many people in it. I guess I would change my mind and stay for some time. I am awestruck. I am in full appreciation.

R.S.

The Spontaneous Resolution

Chapter 1: A Beautiful Morning

This village I live in is called Merberry, which is, as the name implies not a popular town, known by little. It happens to just start its bounds in the outskirts of Southampton, and many times is mistaken to be a part of it. Many believe that the only reason people moved in here was due to the lack of space, or the higher rents for houses in Southampton. I personally came here for its moist and independent environment.

It was a beautiful autumn day here. The birds were fluttering their way through the blissfully scented air. The flowers blossomed in Mr. Yerkin’s garden in the heavy dew, like beds of glittering jewels. The road was clean, the grass mowed and everything around me resembled neatness. There was a lot of work going on in this town, and yet everyone here maintained a bright smile across their faces. The whole atmosphere was uplifting. It was my first day as a tour guide, and I wore the best attire for bringing on a good impression on my tourist colleague. My mom made sure I wasn't harboring the constituency of my precious time in just total aweness, as I had a job to conjure for not only myself, but for a family I shall support. As I was intending to, I walked out the room blowing a kiss to my mom, suggesting that today will surely be a day I may endure to remember. I could feel it. 

Chapter 2: Oh boy!

I left with such a smile that even a bride of honor might be shy to admit that mine was conveniently more prettier, and I am not boasting around! I was about to meet Robert DeNiro, my tourist colleague, right outside the city's main marketplace. He was a charming man, on his mid 20s, and seemed like a classy person as his outfit was quite exquisite. He was tall, lean, and had blonde hair, as he was a true caucasian. Coming out from the main capital of the United States, he was an explorer, and always had a wish for discovering undiscovered places for his own convenience. This town was to be his first stop out of the many, and I was lucky enough to help him in the exploration of this heavenlike place in Earth. I sure do hope that this town achieves the popularity it deserves...

I was left speechless upon observing this beautiful scenery yet still confused. I pushed the town’s main coffee place’s door just to be welcomed by another kind gesture by the waitresses. Robert DeNiro, a tourist, and I (a guide) gently sat down to have a coffee along with a toast. Robert DeNiro had a weird look on his face as he sipped parts of his coffee. I grabbed my toast to fluctuate his attention and asked, “What’s up with that face you’re making?” He kept his cup down and said, “You had a lot of lovely things to say about this town, but why does it feel like you weren’t completely being honest with what you felt…this is really bugging me”. I replied, “I was already prepared for a question like this to pop out from you, but I’m afraid that I may not have any answers. The town has all the positives to reclaim its shriek to be known, but the town at dawn completely has an opposite feel, the streets are empty, and it’s all too dark… I really think something happens at that time about which I really don’t know”. Just right after I said this, it got all quiet around me. We were getting stares from all directions. Robert DeNiro broke the silence and said, “I thought you were a part of this town, you should know why…”, when I suddenly interrupted, “I have actually just moved in here a month ago, and have no clue why this is so.”

Robert DeNiro didn't seem quite satisfied with me being an aid for his journey, and had nothing more to say. While I was still trying to convince him that I still do know all the perks of this town, but it wouldn't help ofcourse. Why would an explorer want an inexperienced guide anyways! He probably skipped on my resume, but now he is stuck with me... so why not be a good sport and just go with the flow. Like I said, he was a nice man, and soon apologized for any harsh things he might've said. I was a easily forgiving one, and we both soon came into a total sublime agreement. 

Chapter 3: The myth?

An old man who was sitting 10 seats across our table came walking towards us, as due to something which I may have said. He began talking about some portal, and we both at first thought of just ignoring his mythical talking. BUT everyone seemed like they were devoted to his myth. Is it true, what he is saying...Is that the reason why this town resembles only quietness all night!? It bothered me. We both were suspicious, and relied on what this old man said to help us out in our miserable confusion. 

The Old Man's Story-

Around 120 years ago, a spiritual monk was fed up by how the society behaved towards their environment, and therefore put a curse on all humanity, that the nature will avenge itself.

That time had now approached and it all was bound to begin in this little town. I had the courage to ask, “What is it that happens at night? I don’t see any change physically yet…”, as the old man immediately replies with, “The nature has its own surprising ways to meddle with the beings, and this time a portal to a parallel world has beings like us who cross the boundaries and detonate or exhale the gases which severely vanishes away 25 years of life expectancy from the individuals of Earth. The funny thing is that the same backward reaction occurs for the doppelganger aliens from the other parallel world. This portal opens at dawn and shuts right before the sunrise. We have been avoiding them by staying indoors, but the portal keeps getting bigger and soon we’ll be facing it upfront. I wouldn't encourage you to be hanging out outdoors at such time. You may think of this as a myth, but there have been unexpected deaths of the youth, and healthier civilians, and all I must say is, this may even be the only reason behind such tragedy. 

Chapter 4: It's confirmed!

The year is 2015, the date is 16th May, and I mark this day as the beginning of a destruction  of our kind. What will we do to avoid such fate is all in the hands of luck! 

This is it. The nature is prompting mankind to fight against the likes of similar beings for the sake of survival. I for one knew that such a thing was bound to happen, but isn’t this a bit too soon? The weird thing was that the people of this town were too secretive of this, and didn’t bother about letting the higher authorities to know of it. We already know how they could react, and no, we are not ready for a nuclear war yet.  

This is how the past month passed: 20 deaths all due to natural causes and 15 hospitalized teenagers. We all know what might’ve caused it.

My tourist colleague, Mr. Robert DeNiro was all pumped up to make a difference, as we went to a small research center after the tedious morning coffee session with an old man reciting a folk, which probably might be true. Here at the research center I came across an employee named Idia, who had her PhDs in Physical and chemical sciences. Her evaluation of the situation in a complicated way had the same overall basis as that said by the old man. She suggested of having to wear masks, but this way the backward alien civilization would still be affected by the gases we exhaled. We waited for dawn to approach and the portal to reappear. A message about the earth and the people was compiled in a disc and was ready to play as soon as the portal opened, so that the people in the parallel world would know about our traditions and civilization. We somehow hoped for a happy resolution, but it was merely impossible for it to go on that way.

Chapter 5: Full Stop.

Mr. Robert DeNiro seemed to me as a good man and his passing away the next day after the tale told itself was a shock for me. Idia prompted her ideas forward, but were always rejected by the higher authorities. The gas mask wasn't able to seperate the gases, as humans weren't that advanced yet for distilling this particular harmful gas away. We couldn't calibrate the right amount of oxygen for all of the populace. We were all helpless.

Days passed, population seized, portal grew, and still no proper solution was thought of yet. The whole Northern Europe was covered by the portal, and the death toll was too high to be tolerated by the big heads. This is it, we have no solution, and both way the mankind, and all other beings have to surrender to fate. We tried to fight it out by using our authority over mammals to rip of the lives of the alien beings. This is how stone hearted we have become. The spiritual being was right, and now everyone was left to suffer. I had this urge to spend my last days in this beautiful town with my mom, as we all want to leave with the spark of harmony generated by the scenery...is it ever possible to not erradicate this place off, I prefer a natural end. 

What I feared the most, the use of nuclear weapon, would bring an end to our resistance on this planet was actually about to happen. Two planets were meant to be destroyed and it all went down to occur too quickly. A series of memories rushed through the huge cinematic screens around the globe as the button was pressed. All of the existence of monuments around us went rushing down the drain, along with our traditions and believes. This was likely the end of all life. The nature had avenged and sacrificed itself to bring harmony to now a universe with a possibility of no life. It all just happened too quickly.

.R.S.