It's subjective

 It's subjective,

What we want to see,

With different aspirations,

Expectations we carry.

The definition of good life,

Changes from person to person,

What look like achievements,

Might be just another option. 

We will have differences,

But few have the understanding, 

As we ruminate, being self-absorbed,

We become blind to the surroundings. 

Then again, that is our truth,

The path we chose to take,

For, no one decides for us,

It's our choices and intent.

So, it's subjective, 

This awareness is liberating,

No one to blame for decisions,

That we have willingly taken.

Let those who are aligned,

Meet us in our path,

And one with different destination, 

Find joy & satisfaction as they walk.

Sweet & snacks in changing times

I went for a quiet walk,

passing by sweet shops,

crossing the crowded streets,

but the shop seems empty.

I remembered last time,

when I brought few sweets,

which taste stale, a bit sour,

lost my appetite for them.

So, I wondered what changed,

local halwai getting banned,

from our tea-time rituals,

limiting them to festivals.

Was it growing awareness, 

how sweets or oily snacks,

damages health, summon diseases,

thus were increasingly avoided.

But there are other factors,

changing habits of people,

transitioning to nuclear family, 

made them lose generations. 

With fewer mouth to feed,

there's rise of spoilage risk,

modern homes prefer alternatives, 

having higher shelf life.

Sweets & snacks, in changing times,

they need to reinvent their styles,

protect products from adulteration, 

investing in marketing & portion size.

As I walked, my thoughts were lost,

feeling sad for traditional shops,

understanding the present realities,

making it difficlt to support.

Why disinformation succeeds

We have known things,

which were supported by data,

as discoveries were made,

bringing it to the strata.

Still, people hold to beliefs,

deliberately promoting biases,

to further their cause,

by cementing their lies.

So, why disinformation succeeds,

audiences don't lack intelligence, 

still falling for the narratives, 

when repeated or emphasized.

For, brain mistakes familiarity for truth,

when claims are from multiple outlets,

information being simple, & frictionless, 

making it easier to digest falsehoods.

They seek the vulnerable groups,

easier to manipulate, arouse emotions,

by accentuating insecurities & anxiety, 

dividing groups for "us vs them" mentality. 

Science is ever evolving branch,

as it relies on finding evidences, 

but if it threatens present worldview,

mind reflexively deploys skepticism. 

Disinformations act like glue,

consumers feels like enlightened ones,

having access to hidden knowledge, 

inflating their ego, resisting corrections. 

 

At the end of the day

At the end of the day,

we want to hold on,

To things close to our heart,

Be it affection, be it resentments, 

Be it ego, be it entitlement, 

Everything else comes with conditions, 

To be met before giving permissions,

We will surrender to deepest desires,

For the things we truly care,

Others were treated with lie & excuses,

Using sweet talks, to avoid commitments, 

So, follow your heart, where it pleases,

That doesn't forces you to keep pretence, 

For, in our relations, we could see,

The path taken, ones we wished to be,

Where we don't put prices for involvement, 

The ones, that doesn't feel like compromise. 

Be free, be devoted, where you are happy,

Where you are valued, and prioritized,

Having common goals and visions,

Every emotions finds convergence. 

Sustainable achievers

This journey of life,

has its high and low,

being lively most days,

sometimes feeling blue.

Getting tired is natural,

diseases being a blow,

crashing plans for weeks,

with a lackluster show.

In these times we could see,

consistency of friends & colleagues, 

or being amazed by some leaders,

who don't seem to slow down. 

Their responsibilities were bigger,

time packed with prior commitments, 

still sparing moments for personal care,

living as an accomplished individual.

So, what makes them special,

sustaining high demand performance, 

from daily habits to their routines,

they have optimized management. 

It could be positive outlook,

with higher distress tolerance,

limiting moments of vulnerability,

cultivating patience & resilience. 

Sustainable achievers . . .

There are many factors at play,

genetics and restorative practices,

help build a strong foundation,

for higher energy & fewer burnouts.

We are conditioned to see

We are conditioned to see,

Realities through our lens,

Neutrality becomes a facade,

That we tried to play,

Because looking within,

Can be demoralizing, 

For, accepting our flaws,

Puts a dent on mental image,

And, it can act as a blow,

To aspired perfections,

So we fuel our expectations, 

Without making commitments, 

And it showed, in our choices, 

Of the lies ever spoken,

Of the excuses made,

we built scenarios, 

To push the blame,

While promoting ourselves, 

To gain some validations, 

Then acting as a victim,

For perceived sacrifices,

When in reality,

Not a step was taken,

Just living a life,

Where interests are served,

And that's what defines us,

Even if are avert the gaze.

Nocturnal visits

My imagination flourish,

as night slowly creeps,

inspirations lits the spark,

in the moments of tranquility. 

Nocturnal visits . . .

I want to be rested,

but patience get tested,

ideas starts swarming, 

like nectar seeking honeybees. 

I opened the window,

gazing at the silvery sky, 

hoping moon soothes, 

being gentle to the eyes.

Yet, emotions doesn't let go,

silently lingers, and overflows,

ruminating actions, or lack of,

lamented choices & plights. 

A bane of inquisitive mind,

still newer questions arrive,

to be pondered, to be explored,

becoming part of my reflections. 

Nocturnal visits . . .

I dreamt of rendezvous, 

but heart have other plans,

if reality aren't stimulating, 

fantasies can bridge the gap.

You want to be the boss

You want to be the boss,

and not give a toss,

be the owner of your time,

never have to feel rushed,

as you live your life.

But businesses are not easy,

demands efforts and time,

overcoming setbacks & failures,

to truly make things work,

and sustain over the years.

They need strong foundations, 

built over sacrifices & devotion,

from the leaders to employees, 

showing unwavering concentrations,

to tide over difficult phases. 

The company manages operations, 

performances rely on motivations,

with budgets and resource allocations, 

are essential for daily functioning,

bringing profits for stability & growth.

Yet, there will be troubled state,

when responsibilities were evaded,

passing it down to outside people,

not having skin in the game,

breaking down with risky decisions. 

You want to be the boss,

but not prepared to bear loss,

just inherit the privileges, 

enjoying all the perks,

till good things lasts.

Look on the brighter sides

Look on the brighter sides,

keep reminding every time, 

your heart sank into sadness,

from the negativities of life.

The climb can be steep,

setbacks can slowly creep,

eroding your confidence,

gradually making you weak.

With no one to confide,

how can you survive, 

but spirit of self-love,

can help us revive.

You need to cultivate discipline, 

emotions can be an absolute whirlwind, 

straying you from desired paths, 

when your senses underperformed. 

For, awareness takes time to activate,

need patience, persistence, receptiveness, 

if we are stressed, conditioned to react,

how could we ever learn, and interact?

Look on the brighter sides,

even when your heart resists,

consider it as bitter medicine,

that can help your recover . . .

Your ideal state of mind.

How we respond or react

If someone has high sugar,

Being adviced by wellwishers,

To control their sweet intake,

As they are prone to diabetes,

Making them react or respond...

1. I will take up your suggestions, 

And consciously control impulses.

2. I appreciate your suggestions, 

And consider it before taking decision.

3. It's my body and my life,

And I love to eat sweets, 

Don't tell me what to do.

So, tell me, which path you choose?

For, it will impact on how people interact. 

Intellectual theft

We have patent systems,

to protect intellectual properties,

but there's no guarantee, 

that these were individual inventions, 

but stealing ideas from naives,

unaware of commercial plays.

We have heard of plagiarism, 

taking someone else's work,

passing them as their own,

to gain fame or fortunes,

but there are bigger games,

where entire history is stolen.

Traditional knowledge of medicine,

taken up by businesses & corporates,

patenting knowledge in foreign lands,

practices of indigenous communities, 

to claim exclusive commercial rights,

blocking original source from monetizing. 

Intellectual theft . . .

Modern systems have created loopholes, 

providing opportunities to powerful ones, 

having the capital and infrastructures, 

to market themselves as the owners,

and others, waking up late,

create policies like G.I tag . . .

Hoping to preserve and regain control, 

their rightful ownership!

A man of few words part 2

How well they speak,

expressing so many things,

I get blanked when trying,

to put words for my thoughts.

I am a man of few words . . .

Always felt little disappointed, 

in my inability to construct sentences, 

with limitations of vocabulary, 

acting as a spoilsport. 

That too been an excuse,

a way to rationalize artistic terms,

then there are speakers & writers,

who create magic from ordinary.

It would be from latency, 

by running thoughts through filters,

checking of relevance, nuances,

before serving them to others.

The lack of my fluency,

is inability of ornamenting, 

add volume to make things complex,

take away clarity from the concept.

I am a man of few words . . .

I don't deny being complacent, 

enjoying time as passive consumer,

to spare moments for practicing, 

concentrated effort in this direction.

For, I am also lazy!

A man of few words part 1

I am a man of few words,

seldom talking, mostly observe,

whenever in unfamiliar places,

or meeting with new people.

It was never my intentions, 

to avoid having conversations, 

always answered when prompted, 

sharing thoughts & information. 

I was more outgoing in youthful years, 

but had interests demanding solitude,

escaping to library, internet Cafes, T.V,

for my daily dose of explorations. 

Friendships were not like relationships, 

coming as seasons, never lasting long,

those brief memories, still fill my heart,

returning to private life.

I don't even know what I want,

enjoy tranquility, or have a chat,

then again, not many understand,

to have a meaningful dialogue. 

I am a man of few words,

be it voluntarily, or being forced,

still pursuing the right balance,

where I could have a word . . .

In this world.