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# Turni Proofread

# Barcelona Smoked By Atletico Madrid, Well, At Their Own Expense 

@mahirabdullah

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Barcelona/Atletico Madrid, two of the world’s elites. But one of them is suffering a tad bit too much under the transition and that would be Barcelona. The club has signed several players in the last half decade to fill the void left by Neymar. But none of them was a sensible one. The latest in this long list of so called *“Fan signings”* is Antoine Griezmann. The celebrated Frenchman was the star man at the red half of Madrid and someday he expressed his wishes to play for Barcelona and the transfer took place. Barcelona wanted to calm the fans more than they wanted to replace Neymar and this is the result. Griezmann’s career went downhill. And of course, Atletico suffered without their stellar forward who played as a shadow striker at Atletico.

Going to Barca brought many changes to Antoine’s role. He was primarily tasked to play at the wings, which is absolutely not his role. So, he lost his touch, world lost Griezmann as they knew him. Fast forward a little in time, Barcelona is set to let go of the prolific Uruguayan Luis Suarez. The club allegedly humiliated the player upon his departure, for which Suarez was grieved. Guess who bought him from Barca? Atletico. Buying him for a measly 2.5 million euros and Atletico actually won the league with his help. Okay that’s one sting in Barca’s back.

Now, the very next season. Griezmann was having a rough time, so finally Barcelona decided to let him go. On a loan deal, to Atletico Madrid. Yes, they sent him back from they took him. And getting back at his old club and role, Griezmann flourished again. And Barcelona? Theirs jaws dropped that they lost their only good striker and to a rival club and also are in contention of a potential 70-million-euro net loss in both Griezmann deal. Barcelona was stunned by Atletico Madrid in both on field and off field aspects. And today Atletico are enjoying the duo of Suarez and Griezmann, while Barcelona? Well, being Barcelona.


# Epicaricatic - a mouthful 

@surrealfia

It's not a guilty pleasure. It's not forbidden. It's not frowned upon.

Even the wisest and the noblest of men may find themselves laughing at someone else's misfortune. There are millions and millions of vines and Tiktok videos that prove, we *sometimes* enjoy others' misfortune.

***Schadenfreude***

If you don't know the definition, then what does this word sound like to you? To me, it sounded as if someone is up to some shenanigans. If you want the definition, you can look it up on google. In my simple words, when you see a stranger slips his footing, falls on his butt and you start laughing, that's *Schadenfreude*. Don't beat yourself over laughing at someone's misery, everyone does it from time to time, even the ones in misery, laugh too. People wouldn't spend hours or days to formulates pranks to put someone through hassle if there isn't fun involved.


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There's a saying in Japan that translates ***“The misfortune of others tastes like honey.”*** We're not all good, and we're not all bad either. And just because you're laughing at someone else's bad luck, doesn't make you a *rotten to the core* being. It's not that others' misery is amusing to all of us, it's often a case that we find our misery a little less painful when we see another person is having a bad day as well. Do we seek out pleasure in pain? Certainly. A masochist would find pleasure in the pain that's inflicted on him but not others. A sadist, however, will find pleasure in the pain that's inflicted on others. Are we all a little bit of a sadist and a little bit of a masochist? Call it dark humor.

***You cry, I laugh, the world laughs.***

I believe many of my compadres will remember a certain comprehension where a man's loss of a pair of shoes dissipated upon seeing a feetless beggar. It means that sometimes seeing someone else in pain gives us the opportunity to forget our pain temporarily - it's a very twisted concept but hey, who has ever been simple - no one. It's a bizarre way of seeking comfort. The world is black, white, and gray. If we were all black and white then there wouldn't be anyone sharing vines of unfortunate incidents and the rest of the world wouldn't be laughing. 

We're not angels, we're not demons - a little bit of both attributes we have within us - we're humans. In our nature, most of the time, the pain saddens us, we seek joy in normal things, whether it's in ours or others - that's the *white side.* We inflict pain on others - perhaps that's the *black or darker sides.* So, I suppose *gray areas* would be a mix of both - hence the fifty shades of grey or gray (pun intended). When we ourselves find humor in our debacle, when we drop our untouched ice cream, can we blame others if they're laughing at our silliness?

***The unicorns don't exist.***


# No tilte [hushbutton]

@chrysanthemum

Fiddling while Rome burns!

We all know this idiom. But sometimes it made me wonder about the origin. It has made people to come up with a number of interpretations but there's no concrete historical evidence that proves that Niro's was fiddling at the exact time of the historical event.
Moreover, there is none archeological reference of such musical instrument called fiddle or violin in AD 64.

Doing trivial things amidst the hottest event or an emergency situation by an individual is described with the reference of this phrase. It has a great connection with devastating event of a great fire by which the might city of Rome had destroyed.

The big lesson to be learned here is giving importance to the right thing; I say arranging them in a priority-based order. You will definitely find out the most crucial one. Many of us get puzzled with unimportant stuffs, ignoring serious issues that are must to deal with. Singing about Troy and watching a city to be burned into ashes can be considered as the good example of that certain human behavior which is must avoidable.

But it is crucial to look at the other side of the coin as well. Newton's great theories of motion have made me think about this idiom in a new way of looking. Every action definitely has a reaction! When you are trying to do any work or want to bring any changes, you surely will find out some people who will always try to pull you back. Criticism is good and I love them. But personally, I adore the constructive ones.
If you do nothing, nothing you going to get. No feedback. Whereas if you contribute, you will definitely get the feedback; believe me that will be the positive one. No matter Niro fiddles or not; fires burns or not; people give a damn or not we are and will be humble and glad spreading the vibe of love and peace.
That is the oath today....
Chillax!!


# No title @toushik

Pleasure at the misfortune
 
Schadenfreude has two sides. One is that someone is getting what they deserve, and the other is that someone close to them is enjoying that truth. Is it good or bad to rejoice in the sorrows of others? I think it depends on one's situation. For instance, someone who is a terrible person, a paedophile, a rapist, or just a sinful person, it is normal to feel joy when they get stopped.
 
Suppose your boss is constantly crushing your ass on the ground; of course, you will be happy when their own boss does it with them. Bad things happen to good people, and we say, aww, bad things happen to bad people, and we feel sad. I enjoy satire, but not necessarily *Schadenfreude*. I have no enemies, and I don't care about those who have hurt me in the past. I know someone who is now a deranged patient in a locked ward with the smell of vomit and pisses, and very rarely one of his four sons visits him, maybe a just consequence, but I am not rejoicing with his fate.
 
In a sense, I would say that Schadenfreude has certain unusual humour that I can't comprehend, so I tend to stay out of the situation.





# Puppet [sarashew]

The tears started to flow without a word. The body slowly began to regain consciousness after the primary shock of the current state took a more sinister turn. His mind finally formed that one question he never thought would come first, *How the hell did this happen?* The severity of his situation still somehow left him speechless; his mind couldn’t comprehend the cruel truth, the truth of his fate, the cruel tragedy waiting before him.

*Why does it have to be him?*  The question sent an uncontrollable range into his very core, threatening to destroy the smirking face, a desire to wipe out the existence of everything and everyone. The reality shattered again, and with the bubbling range, all he wanted to do was scream, scream at the injustice, scream at the world, scream at his own fate tied to this sickening man who would clearly shape the last moment of his tragic life. But he couldn’t; the duct tape around his mouth was too tight where his own sock was used to seal the words, hands and legs slapped together, tied mercilessly, leaving little to no room for blood circulation. The rope around his neck was the only loose thread the bastard left on his body, but he could never figure out the twisted reason behind the mercy. 
 

The thrill rushed through every vein of his body, the sound of low sobs, desperate attempts to lose the tight bindings, few drops of tears on the dusty floor, but mostly the deep ocean blue eyes, holding the hatred, fear, loath and plead, all directed toward *him*. He was in control of the fate of this unfortunate man. *He* would shape the story of last few pages, and it would be him who would decide where to put the full stop. He didn’t know the man, didn’t know how his life was, where he wanted to go, what were his likes and dislikes, he didn’t even know the name, he couldn’t care less. But it’s the power to mold the fate, the desire to direct the story of an unknown human always pushed him towards an unlimited ecstasy, and he loved it; he loved to watch them beg, plead, offer anything and everything, only to live. 

He loved *the control*.
 
He slowly came closer, crouching down to take a good look at his new prey, eyes roaming over the body with desperate hunger, while his mind started to spin the wheel, to come up with thousands of ideas, but the first question was *where to start*. 

He looked at the long slender fingers, the soft pointy ears, the rough but at the same time tender jawline, an inviting belly. He could almost feel the squeaky feeling on his hand when the knife would slowly penetrate the stomach and the ecstasy he would feel while pulling it out; the ear would come off without much afford, the elastic substance would be a perfect addition to the trophy list. The fingers, he thought, would require some work, but the dramatic display of the action would certainly soothe the hunger. He nodded with satisfaction; the fun would be worth all the trouble. His eyes again travel back to the favourite part, the ocean blue eyes; he couldn’t wait to see the emotions that would consume it shorty, the uncontrollable fear, pain, despise, he couldn’t wait to witness it all, but mostly he couldn’t wait to see the life, slipping slowly, fading all those emotions one by one, he wanted to witness death, a death created by his own will. 

With a slow pace, he walked over to the table placed around the corner of the playroom and picked up one of the sharp knives; the look of pure joy and thrill broke out from his thin lips as he finally addressed the unfortunate man, a cruel fate, he thought, waiting to be shaped by his majestic hands. 

*Shall we begin.*



# Tale Of The Rain. 

@minhajulmredol

"Bring me that pot right over here. Look carefully if anywhere else is leaking or not and get back to bed."

"Mommmmmmm, I can't sleep here. It's been leaking all over my bed."

This kinda scenario is quite common for this family. Their house is very old and so the rooftop has served them quite a long time but not anymore it can act accordingly.  During the rainy days, the house starts to make the living miserable due to numerous leakages that are discovered every new day. Whether it's midnight or early in the morning, they can't sit or sleep quietly to enjoy the rain, they must suffer and struggle with this problem.  

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"Bring me that pot right over here. Look carefully if anywhere else is leaking or not and get back to bed."
 
"Mommm, I can't sleep here. It's been leaking all over my bed."
 
This kind of scenario is quite common for this family. Their house is very old, so the rooftop has served them quite a long time, but it can’t act accordingly anymore. During the rainy days, the house makes the living miserable due to numerous leakages, announcing its arrival every other day. Whether it's midnight or early morning, they can't sit or sleep quietly to enjoy the rain; they must suffer and struggle.
 
For pastime, the teenage boy hovers through social media, but it's full of rainy statuses. Some of his friends post amazing pictures captured through their balconies, some post sweet poems of rain, and some prepare delicious foods that best go with a rainy day. It feels like the rain has brought great enthusiasm for all these people.
 
"Go fetch this bowl over there." said his mother, drawing his attention. He kept aside the phone to rush for the given task. Another new hole, water-dropping little by little from the rooftop. This situation is the most hated one for him, but what can he do more than bear the situation quietly? Nothing, just wait for luck to move around through hard work and till then let it rain inside his home.
 
In this part of the scenario, rain is not so enjoyable to both ends, can't even sleep peacefully under a blanket because at any moment it may get wet, and he can't even say from which end it's going to leak next time. For some people, it's like ***Bristy Bilash*** (enjoying the rain), and for some, it’s a ***Headache.***
 



# Tainted and obscured. [Sam]

For all mankind tries to paint themselves as holy and glorious *saints,* they are nothing but vigorously tainted in their nature. Vile and lecherous thoughts haunt our psyches more frequently than we care to admit, and it's just a game of pretense everyone puts up on their end, as they try best to resist the temptation the thoughts brings. Some succeed more or less as they live their lives; others are not so lucky. But like all, even the most tainted ones wear a mask of innocence, playing out the role of a model human as best they can, while shoving these dark fantasies and fallacies into the filthy closet of their mind. 

***Schadenfreude;*** it's a feeling that's most common in human nature, and as it falls under the tainted diagram, it also falls into the list of most concealed. But just as truth always sees the light no matter the situation, you can never truly hide this lecherous feeling. And so the sense of schadenfreude lives on, marking its presence through lives and history, both.

Take warfare as the most common example. The winning nation cries in joy and delight while the losing nation suffers a terrible loss. Even with all the splatted blood and bodies from both sides, we see praises being rained upon the *'heroes'* who brought down the so-called *'chaos'*, while snickering at the battered down soldiers and commoners who suffered losses unrecoverable. It's common for humans to hide their hideous acts under the hoods of righteousness. The things that are beneficial to the party or person are put on the pedestal called *'greater good'*, and all the bloodshed and harming behind achieving the goal are shoved under the rug. Such is the game of politics. Most of us are mute pawns to this system, and we play the game they want us to play without the concern of cause and effect.

If we move on to a more personal level, schadenfreude is more shrewd and vile. The tingling feeling of satisfaction you receive when you see your friend receiving a low score on the same exam you took? That right there is where the core of this sensation resides. It's just the intensity that varies from person to person, from act to act. And no matter how much we try to separate these small tingling feelings from the ones that generate from vile acts, the origin stays the same. The satisfaction a rapist receives while doing the unforgivable is merely just an intensified feeling one gets as they laugh while watching someone slipping down the stairs. It's an unacceptable comparison, a concept that raises questions against humanity. But humanity itself is a tainted equation, woven with traces of self-satisfaction and glorification. 

In the end, it all comes down to resistance and acceptance. We can never deny the darkest part of ourselves. They live and breathe the same as we do, and denial and unacceptance only make the lava boil, biding its time to pour out. The more you run from your demons, the harder they give chase. So why not accept them instead? Acknowledge them and yourself as who you truly are, and have trust that you'll make the right choices in the end. Because even with all the tainted corners and dark alleyways, humanity is like a city; prospering even with its flaws. 

Because it's the flaws that make it more real. It's the flaws that make it more,*human.*



# The Night [tahminasyed]

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***The Night** by tahminasyed*

The paths are gloomy
dim and died,
how far have you seen the gloomy night?

Festive gestures re-filled the air,
but none is aware,
none is scorned,
like the way, you are here.

As the lighting coloured the sky,
how can they hear you cry?
Fathomed darkness blurred your vision,
while people cheered in revision.

Miles far from here,
there in the palace,
a leak in the kitchen raised the fire.

While everyone rejoiced in happiness,
the leak exhaled and burned their happiness.
The conspiracy makers laughed and enjoyed,
while the innocent lost their lives.

A hint of spirit, a hint of turmoil,
some are cozy, while some are boiled.

Exhausted yet experienced are all the examiners,
but some learners were crushed indeed,
they failed their exams on New Year's Eve.

Cursing on the sidewalks,
the drunken had a blurred vision.
He saw stars shining brightly near his reach,
while the lighting caresses him to sleep.

His lungs tried to breathe,
he flooded it with poison indeed.
He did not last that night,
he died in his sleep.

Few are joyous, few have frowned,
it is the night for the Schadenfreude.

Numbness in cries,
lures it drives,
nature of which is sadistic,
oh, here is a masochist!

The paths are gloomy
dim and died,
how far have you seen the gloomy night?



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# No title [Sharmin]

Many people around us enjoy schadenfreude quite a bit. Whenever someone asked me to make a statement about schadenfreude, I could cite a dozen examples. This example may involve a close friend of mine, a relative, or a neighbour.

I had a great time at schadenfreude with friends when I was in college. I have seen those who face the truth tremble. But after a while, these reasons get better. Because inevitably, the tables begin to turn towards each other. Then it seems to me that our shit smells terrible. 

Sometimes I feel like a hawk because I have seen someone who takes himself so happily, so seriously that even his instincts blindly avoid flaws. Because there are times when these people are called narcissistic assholes in modern parlance. These people can stab you in the back, push you and throw you under the wheels of the bus for their own needs. 

The most painful laughter I experienced reside in college life. When my best friend stabbed me in the back, and everyone else laughed at it, I forgot my reaction. I wasn't sure how I could trust someone completely. Whose brain is working differently from the rest of the people? From there, I learned *"Never trust anyone"* (please forgive the negativity).

Many in life may have found a good friend who, with all his might, tried to tear the place of faith out of your bosom. At that time, I could not cry out in pain because those around me witnessed my misfortune. But from all, I could hear the screams of schadenfreude-inspired laughter. But look around, remember all the smiling people. Because when it's your turn to hammer instead of the nail, they will look for opportunities to pour water on your feet again. I have seized it in each case, despite obstacles we can scarcely imagine. " A smile appeared on their faces as we struggled. It is our good fortune to keep ourselves away from these people.

>মানুষ এখন হাসির ভেতর লুকিয়ে রাখে ফণা,
আড়াল হলেই নিন্দে ভীষণ, সম্মুখে বন্দনা।




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