The boy who felt good feeling bad

            What a party it was with all the merriment and the dancing and the activities. Suri, as he would be called lovingly by his friends was having a bash. He was kind of a guy who would love to be the center of attention and at the same time act humble about it. He loved being appreciated by all but acted with an air of disregard for his appraisals. There was no doubt he had a plethora of talents, the list of which never seemed to end, but his actions were always backed by a selfish motive.

            Anyways, the party was going on really well. He had won a couple of prizes and a couple of hearts. But the prude that he was, he ignored the situation completely and continued the merriment with his male allies. He was happy as an early bird with its first catch as he was aware of the attention he was receiving, circumspect that he was about such activities around him. But he was not feeling good. He was happy!!! And yet not feeling good about it!!!

            Now it was the same guy who would try to become the sun for all the planets around him. He would do anything to make others like him. He would sense dislike and try everything in his might to overturn every vote against him. Why was he feeling bad? It was this realization that opened his eyes to the reality around him. He had stooped to such a low that he would have to dawn the role of an experienced mountain climber to scale back up.

            He realized that the only way to know he is on the right track is if there exist people who hate him. This led to the corollary that all these days he spent happily he was not. And hence the only way to be happy is to be not. Thereby he came to be know (only to himself) as the boy who felt good feeling bad.