Petulant

She wants to be heard,

of her wishes and concerns,

suddenly acting annoyed, 

when demands not met,

sulking & throwing tantrums.

Petulant . . .

Refusing to cooperate,

expecting others to submit, 

she was completely out of touch,

of how people perceive her acts,

taking serious notes of behaviors. 

For, it showed in her expressions,

small snaps, and brooding silences,

in the foot taps, pouting cross arms,

wanting to spread message across,

when things don't go as she desired.

She might take pride in her personality, 

oblivious of this character flaws,

exposing brittle ego that easily cracks,

under the weight of minor inconveniences,

revealing the vulnerable, impatient child . . .

Beneath the surface of adult visage. 

Duality of human experiences

We can be victim in our story,

but perpetrators in someone's else,

where our actions, or lack of,

hurt ourselves, cause other pain,

no matter the choices made,

there's a duality in human experiences. 

We tend to look at our lives,

from a subjective lens,

our hardships, our wounds,

things we have gone through, 

which seems unjust & unfair,

stealing our joy & happiness. 

Yet, when we step outside,

and listen their point of view,

we will find contradictions, 

in the narratives we built,

for, they too were hurt by us,

by conscious & unconscious acts.

It's not the malicious intents,

when we act in good faith,

devoting self for our dreams,

makes us unavailable for others,

when they need our presence,

attend to concerns & vulnerabilities. 

Duality of human experiences . . .

We fiercely pursue our survival,

but trample on feelings of others,

no one is purely a hero or a villain,

in this grand tapestry of relations,

recognizing it, is a sign of maturity, 

for, it deepens capacity for empathy. 

So, let's look beyond ourselves, 

to understand, & extend our grace,

to ones tangled in the mess,

of wounding & being wounded.

Casual racism

'Are you going to Chinese restaurant with them?'

I said nonchalantly,

she paused for a moment, 

objected vehemently, 

'You know it's racist to say,

mentioning a specific place,

when they belong to same region'

I was taken aback,

never thought deeply enough, 

just because of her Chinese friends,

I made a casual remark,

and in return, received lesson,

of inherent racist bias.

Casual racism . . .

Masked as harmless observation,

they are part of cultural conditioning, 

where people absorb stereotypes, 

manifesting as default reflexes,

but didn't carry malicious intent,

having normalized in the community. 

It might be influenced by our brain,

categorizing world for easier understanding, 

forming lazy mental shortcuts, 

by making sweeping assumptions, 

where groups were more noticeable, 

than engaging with individuals. 

Casual racism . . .

Even if we make such mistakes,

being defensive is counterproductive, 

for, intent may be absent,

but impact is real, pervasive, 

so, we need to be discreet,

let our act not cause discrimination.

Iconography

I have always wondered,

which thoughts have played,

when they conceptualized, 

traditional symbols & images.

Iconography . . .

The more ancient a tradition,

we could see diverse symbols,

in sculptures & representations, 

as narratives in the paintings.

They could have made effigies, 

personified elements, energies,

but they never limit imagination, 

took inspiration from nature.

Mountain, rivers, and oceans,

trees, animals and universe,

they became sacred threads, 

to bind religious & spiritual realms.

Sometimes they take strange form,

which seems irrational to revere,

displaying ranges of emotions, 

being benevolent, fierce, neutral.

Iconography . . .

Our ancestors had reasons,

embedded messages & wisdoms,

which couldn't be contained, 

within natural human forms.

I am tired of this game

I am tired, of this game,

of the fights, of the blames,

putting thousand of hurdles,

before some sweet moments. 

When did it become a show,

put conditions before we disclose,

tender feelings that gently flow,

like rivers towards the ocean.

We don't need barriers, or deviations,

when heart made the decisions, 

our efforts should compliment, 

not find faults or make excuses.

Every concern needs to be addressed,

still our pride overshadows interests,

making us hesitate, lie, even avoid,

when we want to be sincere & honest.

When did it become Herculean task?

Of simple greetings, meets & chats,

testing patience, adding distance, 

creating divergence in our paths.

We have idealized a beautiful life,

where our wishes are prioritized,

but forgot that it demands price,

which we seldom pay . . .

And I am tired of this game,

of walking in an expanding maze,

expending energy in the process,

which should have been reserved,

and time, doesn't wait.

 

Be mindful of words spoken

Be mindful of words spoken,

For, they decide the course of life,

If one embraces goodness of life,

They will find true joy & happiness, 

If one seek, or demand freedom,

They will achieve independence,

Those who work to be busy,

Soon find themselves in own company,

And ones, offended from small things,

Will find it hard to sustain conversations,

So, rather than criticizing others,

Or questioning the fate,

One must look within,

To observe & reflect,

About how one behaves,

And to realize,

No one else is responsible, 

For one's own actions,

That's the true path,

Towards a mature self.

When slogans contradicts

We are proud to proclaim, 

personal ideals, regional phrases, 

to promote virtues we retain.

Yet, ground realities change,

every person is not the same,

putting dent on the image.

People taunts, and they blame,

words ring hollow, meaningless,

making us doubt, feeling ashamed. 

Acts of few, pollutes surroundings, 

breaking the illusion, of familiarity, 

and we pause, dwindling confidence. 

We had faith in the institutions,

trusting the grandeur of the vision,

still lacking in proper implementation.

When values not shared in communities, 

every failure highlights the hypocrisy, 

overshadowing countless believers.

When slogans contradicts . . .

We comment on the futility, 

trivialize the very essence, 

and put it under scrutiny. 

But, deep down we know,

such principles are needed,

to be pursued without noise.

Where emptiness lies

I didn't know,

when it arrived,

I tried to evade, 

but it crept inside.

From school days,

to college times,

springtime of life, 

only hastened the divide.

I got engrossed, 

I was absorbed,

enduring disappointments,

preying on the mind.

A dreamer in real world,

still being stubborn to admit,

holding to the fears & pride,

of the flaws, things lacking.

Averting the gaze,

I couldn't stagnate,

with passage of time,

got rudely awakened. 

Now it whispers, 

once in a while,

when there's rain,

or rays of sunshine.

I let out a sigh,

putting a polite smile,

changing directions,

closing my eyes.

To not let them reach,

Where emptiness lies . . .

Silence & connections

Silence is a dangerous thing,

It could be armor of the strong-willed,

But becomes refuge of liar & weaks,

So, I would respect the ones,

Who are clear on their goals, 

If our paths converge, 

Bringing certainty & consistency, 

I would pursue such connections, 

Or else maintain distance, 

From the ones, 

Playing with silence. 

Accommodation trap

It begins in a place of virtue,

having empathy & open-mindedness, 

welcoming others into our fold,

regardless of cultures & creeds.

But when we over-extended, 

to hostile individuals & ideologies, 

it ceases to be a bridge that connect,

becoming a crack that breaks,

steps taken in good faith.

Accommodation trap . . .

They were not obvious betrayals,

but happens through micro-concessions,

entering like a Trojan horse,

create havoc in surroundings.

For, our tolerance is tested,

when encountering inflexibility, 

as they seize the opportunity, 

by encroaching our boundaries. 

Accommodation trap . . .

They exploit our psychological wiring,

when we desperately cling to values,

of being kind, compassionate & caring,

to the ones being discriminated.

Yet, the true sign of maturity, 

is being graceful & discerning,

being true to inner convictions,

while facing social frictions.

So, draw the line at foundation, 

as we accommodate preferences, 

that might cause minor discomfort,

or create major disagreements. 

When core value remain intact,

acting as foundations & pillars,

we can withstand inconveniences,

while retaining our integrity. 

Professional autonomy

Don't get too dependent,

spending your whole life,

working under an organization, 

dedicating space and time,

for, when things go hard,

they make you scapegoat, 

for protecting their place,

with better connections. 

You might feel secure,

to be under the radar,

being content with less,

as others rise & progress,

but remember the game,

it's not the king or queen,

always pawn is sacrificed,

in keep the play going.

So, build career leverage,

accumulating skills & networks, 

giving you bargaining power,

for not getting forced into corners,

so, create multiple paths,

continuously upgrade your value,

strengthen your positions, 

to never fall into desperations. 

Political & ideological activism

Political and ideological activism,

Have damaged so many good souls,

Their strong belief on something,

Pushed them into negative spirals,

Their perspectives becomes gloomy,

Getting binded to beauty of this world,

Those gentler, softer, inspiring sides,

Which fills heart with joy & bliss,

Subsequently impacting relations, 

Alienating their wellwishers, 

Because everything became an issue,

To send message, be fought upon, 

Making others tiptoe,

For, there's no discussions,

In this class of egos,

There's only frustrations, 

And disappointments. 

Those who stands

When crisis hits,

how people react,

by getting overwhelmed 

or have courage to act,

so, what differentiates, 

between those who bail,

and ones taking a stand.

When facing a threat,

survival mechanism engages,

instinct of self-preservation,

influences our impulses,

we were given a choice,

to be controlled by emotions, 

or do cognitive reappraisal.

There are many factors, 

their personality also matters,

to believe in their strength,

more inclined to intervene,

while one feeling powerless, 

leave it to luck or fate,

avoiding responsibility altogether. 

Those who stands . . .

It's not limited to specific few,

but depends on contexts & identities,

varying with obligations & proximity, 

having the clarity of their roles,

anyone can take the lead,

for, we can train, cultivating skills,

by deliberate exposures & mental conditioning. 

Showing sincerity in devotion

This festive times,

we have seen kinds,

marketing themselves 

while pushing narratives 

under the guise of devotion.

Activism is not devotion, 

exhibitionism is not devotion, 

coming with placards or slogans,

or showing off is not devotion, 

where deities are in backgrounds, 

but people's acts are pronounced, 

using platform for personal cause

instead of sharing prayers.

For, we naturally bow,

to ones who truly show,

sincerity of their hearts,

through vyavhar & samarparn.

You are free

You are free,

to select a life,

where your talents,

are emphasized,

but remember, 

you are not alone,

in promoting sides,

when others are involved,

there will be exchanges,

of wishes & expectations,

might need adjustments, 

to make things right,

when opinions differs,

you want to conform,

or lead to fights,

but if you truly value,

want them to continue,

you will pursue ways,

to protect bonds in life,

as you communicate, 

either accept or negotiate,

willing to pay the price,

it's always your choice,

to embrace the changes,

or hold them tight,

as long as you convince,

your heart to proceed,

with positive vibes ,

whichever path taken,

becomes your journey,

giving you a specific prize,

for, you are free . . .

P.S.

So, ask yourself, 

What's your definition of freedom,

Which you follow wholeheartedly, 

Regardless of other people opinions, 

It's personal to every person,

Then, hold on to that beliefs,

Without questioning or criticizing, 

Other's way of finding freedom,

For, such actions also means,

You are not truly free,

Mentally...

Chronic sleep deprivations

"A good sleep is the foundation for a healthy body and mind, promoting emotional stability, empathy and patience."

Chronic sleep deprivations, 

induce profound alterations,

in brain & body physiology,

causing shift in behaviors, 

be it personality traits,

or emotional regulations. 

Extended wakefulness, 

impacts cognitive processes, 

reducing blood flow,

to the prefrontal cortex, 

needed for logical reasoning,

impulse control & risk assessment. 

It also hyper-activates amygdala, 

decoupling it from prefrontal control,

making brain prone to exaggerations, 

of emotions, fears & stress response.

Physiological disruptions in brain,

manifests as observable patterns,

making people irritable & volatile,

lowering threshold of frustrations,

which further reduces resilience,

mood swings were pronounced,

displaying rigidity, fixed viewpoints,

being disorganized, forgetful,

with hypersensitivity to criticisms. 

And it affects their surroundings, 

in the interactions & relationships,

minor annoyance perceived as threats,

casual remarks as personal insults,

conversations quickly become defensive, 

where arguments frequently escalating,

misreading expressions as hostility, 

forcing them into survival mode,

as they lose capacity to tune in...

To other's emotional needs.

Chronic sleep deprivations...

They need proper remedies,

of addressing the patterns,

& support physiological rhythms, 

by psychological interventions, 

along with supportive medication,

to regain control over the mind,

achieving uninterrupted sleep,

through fine tuning daily habits,

with discipline and consistency, 

willing to put required efforts.

to change their lives.

P.S. 

I know that this is research heavy, but we need more awareness on the importance of sleep for our mental wellbeing. 

There are effects on physical health, as rest and recovery, helps in proper functioning of body.

 

Is art universal?

I have wondered,

as I encounter creations, 

in dances, paintings & songs,

and ways, stories were spun,

ones I consider as masterpieces, 

deeply moving my heart,

still, not stirring emotions, 

treated as just another work.

Is art universal?

We have learned it so,

admiring them without thoughts, 

for, every known human cultures,

have their journey of expressions,

in rhythms, narratives, representations, 

as if hardwired into our nervous system,

which have survived, flourishing,

timeless, transcending generations. 

Yet, they don't resonate with all,

ones standing outside the frequency, 

wouldn't perceive complexity & richness,

its artistic insights, philosophical layers,

without the contexts, and inclinations, 

having emotional requisite, or passion,

they only wander on the surface,

getting frustrated, losing interests. 

Is art universal?

We share the same physical space,

still live in different internal universe, 

having own aesthetics & perceptions, 

making us kindred spirits or outliers,

when things click, it's like a miracle,

if not appreciated, being acutely aware . . .

Solitude of inner world.

Does it make us lonely or grateful?

Dolce far niente

"The sweetness of doing nothing"

An Italian phrase,

with a deeper message,

a state of mindful relaxation, 

conscious enjoyment of moments. 

It's not mere idleness, 

but slowing down our pace,

appreciating the simple pleasure,

of our peaceful existence. 

Like sipping tea savoring flavors, 

Not distracted by screen or paper,

witnessing beauty of the sunset,

or breathing fresh air of mornings.

For a world rewarding productivity, 

constantly questioning our worth,

it acts as a gentle reminder,

valuing stillness & mental rejuvenation. 

Dolce far niente. . . .

Let us instill wisdom shown,

each corner of world knows,

we need peaceful interlude,

in between busy schedules.

 

On the fence

Chronic decisions, 

not being on positions, 

to assert my convictions, 

unfavorable situations, 

of higher expectations, 

or betrayal of trust.

On the fence . . .

Caught in-between,

thought paralyzed, 

choosing inaction,

as protective mechanism, 

weighing the choices,

for potential losses.

May be, it's about perfections, 

differentiating good from bad,

when stakes are higher,

by scrutinizing each flaws,

as conflicting values,

put hold on desires.

I tried to be neutral,

paying the hidden cost,

of draining my vitality,

in worries & concerns,

I was stripped of control,

as time took over the rein.

On the fence . . .

I need to make up my mind,

to avoid this slow decay of life,

showing trust, choosing actions, 

commit towards providing result,

for, sometimes, taking the risk,

gets the ball rolling!

Spirit of Dussehra

Triumph of righteousness,

the good over the evil,

they were not legends,

but story of human spirit.

Vijaydashami . . .

Lord Rama, the ideal man,

followed moral & ethical rules

willing to fight, make sacrifices,

for upholding dharma.

Ravana, the powerful demon king,

an epitome of false ego & arrogance,

even after mastering every knowledge,

had uncontrolled senses as vice.

It's an eternal conflict,

between wisdom and impulses,

spiritual struggle of every person,

which needs awareness & discipline.

So, let us invoke lord Rama,

an embodiment of honor & duty,

of learning virtue of composure,

for walking on the path of truth.

May we all win over our vices,

Keeping spirit of Dussehra alive!

Happy Dussehra 🕉 

Jai Shree Ram 🙏 

Durga Puja celebrations

Comes the auspicious month,

of invoking Maa Durga name,

in the Navratri, temples & homes,

last few days for community pandals. 

Every region have their own,

doing garba & Kanya pujan, 

some follow willful abstinence,

doing fasting of various degree.

Every person here is involved, 

even taking leaves from work,

to be together with their families,

welcoming home divine mother.

For, in this sacred month,

we surrender to Maa Durga,

immersing in the atmosphere, 

of chanting, aarti, darshans.

And here, the famous attractions,

were the medhas, artificial pandals,

built with elaborate artistic themes, 

craftsmanship of rich silver filigree.

As crowd throng in numbers,

eager to appreciate these works,

intricate designs seen in medhas(pandal),

admiring the sculptures and artworks.

It's like a festival outside,

but this space is for the devotees, 

connecting with sacred energy,

which emanates from the medium . . .

Be it home, temples, medhas, or idols.

We lose softness

We have opinions, and beliefs,

which we follow with conviction, 

there are leaders we support,

community or social issues,

which are close to our heart,

we promote, strongly defend,

using sarcasms & cynicism, 

being flooded with feeds,

pushed by the algorithm.

Have we ever wondered, 

we might lose something important, 

constantly dwellings in thoughts,

which were negative or endorse, 

selective views or judgments, 

even if morally, ethically correct, 

reduces interactions & exposures, 

to gentler, softer, inspiring contents,

by influencing perceptions & interests. 

We lose softness . . .

The more we indulge, 

fighting for perceived injustices,

burns out emotional reserves, 

there's no space for kindness,

when harshness becomes habit,

as if we block our tenderness, 

while sharpening our retorts,

and we stop listening altogether. 

P.S. 

Our softness is not only measured,

When thing are going well for us,

But how we respond or react,

Encountering contrary views.

Mental travelling

I have always wondered why,

real life outing & touring,

doesn't evoke same emotions,

which I could experience,

watching or reading travelogue, 

or when I fantasize journey,

seeing dreams or planning.

Mental travelling . . .

I used to daydream,

transporting self into scenes,

whenever I immerse,

in novels, television, & songs,

even memories lights up,

reminiscing fond moments, 

spent in golden old days.

Yet, when travelling for destinations,

I do enjoy those explorations, 

still, somewhere they lacked,

having some struggles & gaps,

which dampens the sensations, 

influenced by moods & situations, 

affecting my perceptions. 

Mental travelling . . .

It may never compete, 

real life excitements of visits,

still I cherished these wandering,

providing me joy and felicity,

sans the stress and fatigue, 

while saving time and money,

letting me traverse . . .

Without leaving my room.

Selling assumptions

It's so common, when we see,

how some creators, build theories,

presenting them as hard facts,

to manufacture panic or outrage,

influencing viewer's lifestyles. 

Selling assumptions . . .

They don't have the expertise, 

of different field or insufficient practice, 

still they exploited curiosity gaps,

taking advantages of the audience,

to present hypothesis as realities. 

They rely on sensationalism, 

target prevalent norms & practices, 

showing them as ignorance or risky,

damaging health or future prospects,

giving advices on better alternatives. 

Yet, they rarely verify, with peer review,

using words dressed as definite proofs,

or use snippets from larger researches,

which were inconclusive but favorable, 

to provide credibility to their content.

Selling assumptions . . .

They are playing a dangerous game,

just for attentions and ad revenues, 

eroding ability of critical thinking, 

with skewed perception of reality, 

locked in an algorithmic loop . . .

Reinforcing their biases!

P.S : 

There are many genuine voices,

being better than popular figures,

offering data, reasons, arguments,

helping us learn from their knowledge. 

How people resonate

There will be limited understandings,

If we have different state of mind,

Like ones prefering slow, melodic tunes,

Don't resonate with loud, heavy music,

For, one pursue peace & tranquility,

While others prefer power & swag,

Our nature is influenced,

From things that we crave,

Matching or breaking harmony,

Be it aesthetics or vibes,

So, let's be aware of our true self,

What attracts, where we gravitate,

For better communication,

Clarity of our purpose. 

Noble lies

Spoken by elites,

falsehood that multiply,

for the greater good,

of the society. 

Noble lies . . .

They had to justify,

make people comply,

accepting roles given,

respecting ruling authority. 

For, we need shared purpose, 

believing in the narratives, 

bring diverse population,

under common values & identity. 

The foundations are strong,

when there's stability & order,

preventing factionalism, unrest,

by securing faith of the public.

By promoting social cohesion,

the state creates the hierarchies,

limiting potential of individuals,

they prevent social mobility. 

Noble lies . . .

They demand respect and sacrifice,

but once people trust gets broken,

it triggers cynicism and polarization, 

paving the way for newer lies.

Wish, wish, we would wish

 Wish, wish, we would wish,

buried in recesses, not in lips,

drop by drop, making an ocean,

difficult to swallow or spill.

Every time we come closer,

we falter, making it harder,

fighting our fate or surrender, 

to our fears or constraints. 

Wish, wish, we would wish,

going blank, when desires conflicts

expectations clashes with dreams,

and realities suppress our screams.

We are disillusioned, going numb,

follow the routines, collecting crumbs,

maintain a facade, of calm & diligence, 

as we dive, into bottomless abyss.

Wish, wish, we would wish,

to make our hurt, cease to exist, 

to be saved from misfortunes,

by knight in shining armor. 

And we regain, spark in the eyes,

with abundant love, and blessings, 

we don't have to fight, lowering guards,

enjoy the moments, memories that last!

Making the organization fail

How do competitors prevail,

when power remains unchanged, 

where following the system, 

doesn't reward them points,

for, they couldn't convince, 

being known for incompetency, 

and contrasts were very clear, 

giving advantage to the ones,

who won trust through work.

The competitors have no answers,

so they keep blaming others,

using every trick in the book,

to gain advantages for their side,

from harmless, to plots sinister,

they try to bypass placed systems,

undermining the voice of majority,

by using underhanded tactics,

which have long-term repercussions. 

Nothing happens in isolation, 

they rely on weakness displayed,

using the fractures & loopholes,

to set the stage for performance, 

from defiance to the resistance,

building foundations for rebellion, 

where small factions act as diversion, 

putting pressure to gain attention, 

manufacture crisis for reaping benefits.

We have seen many examples, 

where the majority remain ignorant,

when selected few destabilize,

already functioning administrations, 

for, they were swift in their actions,

evade accountability by riding on emotions,

overwhelming even the robust systems,

if not checked by rule and regulations, 

making the organization fail.

Evening sun

Returning home from work,

I saw it in mirrors reflection,

stopping for a second,

I marvel at the view.

It was a mesmerizing sight,

a perfect, unblemished disk,

molten gold in honeyed light,

suspended in a softening sky.

A gentle breeze streams,

cooling the warm surface,

in the hushed rustle of leaves,

daytime noise fades.

And I exhale, forgetting the rush,

soaking in the serene atmosphere, 

gazing the vast expanse of sky,

dipped in delicate shade of periwinkle. 

As the daylight thinned,

casting long and lazy shadows,

air grew still, night takes over,

I witnessed the steady decent . . .

Of evening sun!

Happy Navratri

May the divine energy of Maa Durga,

Guide our life forward,

Protecting us from negativity, 

Bringing joy and prosperity. 

I bow to sacred feminity,

May she be manifested,

Make people humble & kind,

Showing compassion to every being,

Where we protect the values,

That make this world gentler,

Cradled in the grace,

Of Maa Durga.

Happy Navratri 🙏 

I have heard stories

I have heard stories,

from our parent's times,

when they were younger,

living a different era.

They lived in villages,

untouched from developments,

roads difficult to access,

surrounded by dense forests.

The places now being cleared,

farmed for fruits, and vegetables, 

were once territories of wildlifes, 

predators like tigers & bears.

Elephants roamed freely,

causing havoc to the pastures,

with communities being alert,

keeping vigil against dangers.

Still, they were part of adventures, 

children & adult working together,

collecting woods, foraging resources,

traversing through the jungles.

It was risky, there were casualties,

they have to strictly follow directives,

gradually expanding village boundaries,

shrinking borders of forested areas.

I have heard stories,

with a hint of loneliness,

of the subsequent loss,

in the quest of development. 

For now, there's nothing exciting,

those spikes of the adrenaline, 

seeing the glimpses of wildlifes,

every task becomes thrilling. 

They say we fear

They say we fear,

meekly follow others,

but truth is much deeper,

for, we are very clear,

to protect peace of mind.

Not many dare,

take risks without care,

living in the moments, 

letting emotions steer,

ignoring the consequences.

We are not scared,

but control our impulses,

knowing the priorities, 

responsibilities we bear,

to obediently accept directions. 

When we have enough, 

not struggling in our work,

it's natural to avoid conflicts, 

and maintain status quos, 

to preserve harmony.

They say we fear,

but it's sign of maturity,

of making adjustments,

being part of society,

for, rules and regulations . . .

Are binding for all!

We become villians

We become villains,

In someone's else story,

More so, when disappointed,

From conducts, & activities, 

Holding to beliefs,

Pursuing certain dreams,

Which sometimes clashes,

With other's perspectives,

So, let's hope to find,

Someone who harmonize,

Not enforcing their ways,

And open to our thoughts,

Willing to share space,

Understand & experience,

Things together.

Ambivalence

It's difficult to conclude,

when opinions are renewed, 

evaluating someone's actions,

which constantly moved,

sometimes good, sometimes bad,

being on the spectrum,

I struggle with emotional ambivalence. 

Holding mixed, opposite feeling,

Of respecting the good qualities,

still being wary of toxic traits, 

displayed through their actions, 

and I am confused to interpret,

caught between mental tug-of-war,

wanting to avoid it altogether. 

One can acknowledge the intellect, 

certain beliefs, gestures & talents,

but we can't ignore the patterns,

inconsistencies seen in decisions, 

breaking away from the paths,

that build trust, deepen connections, 

for they impact things long-term. 

Ambivalence . . .

When stripped of the comfort,

of sorting them into categories, 

no one is only good or bad,

their nature being multifaceted, 

still, it's not easy to lower guards,

having seen their unpredictability, 

so, I appreciate, but protect boundaries. 

Synthwave aesthetics

There's something nostalgic, 

listening of these beats,

accompanied by cinematic, 

from 80s era retro-futurism,

my heart is hypnotized, 

by synthwave aesthetics.

Music with vintage ambience, 

analog synthesizer, reverberated drums,

along with repetitive bass rhythms, 

creating a sense of motion,

instrumentals evoking atmosphere, 

mesmerizing with the vibes.

It's a powerful experience,

anemoia, a world we haven't lived,

paired with neon-drenched wireframe,

they trigger certain emotions, 

which were hard-to-pin down,

making me perplexed.

Being both cool and melancholic, 

like heart yearning for something

which is there, just out of reach,

a bittersweet tension forming,

dimly lit streets and cityscape,

evokes a sense of quiet solitude.

Synthwave aesthetics . . .

Transporting me into childhood, 

when world felt deeply mysterious,

and I explored, eyes with wonder,

vast starry skies, pristine landscapes,

letting my imagination go wild,

listening to the beats of synthwaves.

Sillage

You arrived like a breeze,

rustling through heart's leafs,

swaying to your voice.

Displaying that charming grin,

it took little for you to win,

capturing my attention. 

Sillage . . .

The door is clicked shut, 

still your presence remains,

a warm drift of perfume,

evokes tender emotions,

our brief meetings, 

not enough to satiate,

so, I savor sensations,

from your lingering scent.

The silence of solitude, 

lights up a conversation, 

which I wished to have,

and to bare my heart,

for, I want nothing more,

than to standing beside you.

Sillage . . .

I watch the aroma fades,

desperately grasping remaining trace,

knowing tomorrow you will return,

still want to retain beloved moments,

stirring emotions, even if it's faint,

giving me a nudge, to accept . . .

These budding feelings!

P.S.

Sillage : The scented trail left in the air when someone wearing perfume walks past or leave the room.

The power to transform others

What transforms,

skeptics into believers, 

breaking the walls,

reaching something deeper,

connecting with their souls.

We have heard stories,

such hermits and yogi,

living a simple life,

still impact profoundly, 

into global communities. 

It's not just charisma,

to bind their followers,

but to grant the freedom,

to embark on own journey, 

following their purpose.

Those who have encountered, 

devotees, rationalist, intellectuals,

have shared their experiences, 

of receiving unconditional love,

leading to dissolution of ego.

For, modern life is transactional,

entwined with pride, shame, desires,

our darkest of thoughts and flaw,

are making us weak & vulnerable, 

forming distance between hearts.

So, when they meet sage or mystics,

making them feel exposed and seen,

without judgments, or hurting feelings, 

accepting unconditionally their being,

providing safety, psychological release. 

The power to transform others,

is not hidden in magic or discourses,

or wisdoms shattering defenses,

rather following a life of simplicity, 

with universal messages of existence. 

Love everyone, serve everyone,

And keeping faith on humanity,

displaying absolute humility,

interacting with surroundings, 

leaves lasting impact on society. 

They are not comments

They are not comments,

but sincere concerns,

we are not prepared,

suggestions are not welcome,

leaving behind mixed feelings. 

People can have opinions, 

share harmless observations, 

not aware of our situations, 

putting us in predicament,

expecting favorable response. 

We might act with defiance, 

become cold and distant,

sometimes changing subject,

to avoid feeling awkward,

still it touches a raw nerve.

They might be intentional,

using sarcasm or ridicules, 

finding joy from misfortunes, 

rubbing salt in the wounds,

when we show weaknesses. 

Still, they are not comments,

when spoken with good faith,

we couldn't address the issue,

so lose temper or make excuses,

rather than acknowledging.

 

Two steps more

Not everything goes according to plan,

delaying our journey, hurdles on paths,

having stoppages, detours, reversals,

building frustrations from setbacks. 

Two steps more . . .

When heart want to shout,

blame others by finding faults, 

let us control running thoughts,

pause, observe, reflect & understand. 

Our expectations want things fast,

but such hurry, not make them last,

we need to act how situation demands,

being prepared to tackle challenges. 

It feels uneasy to change the route,

making adjustments, newer approaches, 

still, they mattered, letting us walk,

towards the goals envisioned. 

Two steps more . . .

These hardships won't last,

sooner or later, find better options, 

avoiding errors from undue haste,

a little delay won't affect the cost. 

So keep striving,

No matter what happens!

Some mood varies

Some mood varies,

Between being awesome,

And being a victim,

While realities are nuanced,

Impressions are temporary, 

Which need to be sustained,

Through honesty & consistency, 

For, that would decide,

The quality of life,

Not just instant gratification, 

But something fulfilling,

And blissful.

P.S : Be grounded, don't let emotions control us.

Such emotions are important, but according to time and place.

When dream dies

Are hope lost,

when dream dies,

like life's investments 

lost in few tries,

pushed into despair,

how one rises,

facing the setbacks,

choking back cries.

We have seen many, 

withdrawing from the society,

being deaf to loved one's voices,

and drowning in self-pity,

when they face failures, 

as they compare with others, 

bearing burden of ambitions,

prone to negative impulses. 

Yet, there are also individuals, 

who have strong foundations, 

keep rising again and again,

overcoming every challenge,

being focused on their goals,

still flexible to changing times,

adapting, evolving, reinventing,

never falter from growth mindset.

So, are hope lost,

when dream dies?

Or it's our perception,

that conjured lies,

and we need patience, 

nurturing perseverance, 

to tide over difficult circumstances,

and reach their destination. 

Antarctica

The center of the earth,

still seldom given importance, 

in our popular narratives, 

we never discuss in details.

Antarctica . . .

This cold, frigid place,

an isolated landmass,

seen on the maps,

but plays a big role,

in maintaining climate system.

For, they directly connect,

regulate every ocean basin,

as Antarctic circumpolar current,

linking Indian, pacific & Atlantic,

act as engine for deep waters,

manufacturing dense, coldest water,

to be spread northwards across the plains.

Antarctica . . .

The planetary heat sink,

reflecting 80% of solar radiations,

from vast white surface (albedo effect),

maintain earth's thermal equilibrium, 

while absorbing 40% of carbon emissions,

the ocean conveyor belt transports heat,

by driving global thermohaline circulation. 

So, let us be grateful,

for the researchers who discovered, 

bringing governments on same table,

sign Antarctic treaty to prevent colonization, 

and Madrid protocol, banning exploitation, 

working tirelessly to protect . . .

The heart of our planet!

P.S. It played a big role in discovery and repair of hole in ozone layer.

Time compression

There are times we look back,

only to realize years have passed,

but for us, it's only yesterday, 

as if we are stranded on path,

and others keep overtaking us.

Time compression...

A phenomenon we experience, 

when we remember days past,

events seemed to have rushed,

like acceleration of clock hands,

leaving nothing for us to reflect.

For, we have lived similar routine,

not many surprises, challenging stimuli,

to be registered into our mind,

while past, present and future,

synchronized, like parallel lines. 

And brain, being an efficient machine,

creates limited template, discarding details,

where weeks and months of data,

being compressed in single generic file,

showing glimpses of how things were.

Time compression...

We feel uneasy, might regret,

of not doing enough to reminisce, 

for, period of few novel events,

were needed for increasing density, 

of memories in our storage.

Like, learning new skills,

traveling somewhere unfamiliar, 

meeting different people,

acting as cognitive milestones,

and anchors, in mental timelines.

Be discerning

Be discerning, when having relations,

With ones thriving in chaotic environment, 

By indulging in negativity, 

Or craving for entitlement. 

They have good values, 

But also have bad qualities, 

Which influences the character,

From their daily habits,

Of how they invest time,

In contents or expressions.

When declarations irks

It's natural to have disagreements, 

having different perspective & preferences, 

still, there are certain statements made,

evokes frustrations, being an irritant.

So, what makes us to react,

when we are minding our business, 

is it some expectations we have,

or couldn't ignore the dangers inherent.

The world is complex, depends on contexts,

still people generalize, issue absolute verdicts,

it might bother us, how convinced they are,

being intellectually lazy, to prove their point.

Such declarations lack reflections, 

their position final, demands submission, 

making us evaluate, the said premises,

which stands on weak foundations. 

We differentiate, performances from sincerity 

if words not backed by actions with clarity,

being cautious of volatility & inconsistencies, 

making it harder to commit for long-term.

Such rhetorics irk, even if we understand, 

from disputed choices, to unsolicited advices,

still, every observation, have two sides,

as long as they are grounded . . .

Leaves room for reality to breathe!

Picture book

A book with illustrations,

with colorful images & designs,

accompanied by few words,

which sets the rhythms. 

The characters catch attentions,

and story is easy to understand, 

for the naive, innocent hearts,

it becomes a gentle introduction. 

The texts are short yet profound,

hold lessons, messages are found,

with humor, morality, social themes,

to teach children intended wisdom.

They build the foundations, 

when adult involved in narrations, 

being read aloud, adding expressions, 

strengthens bonds with each session.

Picture books...

They help in expanding imagination, 

with vocabulary enriching comprehension, 

when exposed to various perspectives, 

they develop thoughts, process emotions.

So, do bring these books,

from fables to modern outlooks, 

let children listen, read and share,

these stories as part of upbringings. 

Don't be too available

You have worked hard,

focusing on the tasks,

devoting to your profession, 

seldom taking breaks,

making them accustomed, 

to your very presence, 

that they started to rely on,

demanding your free time,

questioning requests,

for leaves or vacations,

making you feel guilty,

of using the provisions,

in the days of sicknesses, 

in the months of festivals,

in your personal emergencies,

they dismiss as something trivial, 

for, they are getting troubled,

of finding your alternatives,

so they give many excuses,

to prevent you from going,

and keep you occupied,

in the expected position,

acting as cog in the machine,

to play your part in this system,

that never pauses, never stops,

silencing protests & grievances, 

with fear, guilt, shame, pride,

so, stand firm on your ground,

don't be too available . . .

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.

 

Action beats idle dreams

A quiet, hollow ache,

felt deep in the recesses, 

watching someone else walk,

a life, I designed in my head.

Childhood and youthful years,

were spent in clearing the path,

for the resources, time, space,

of making it a perfect sense.

But it never arrived, in our mind,

there's hesitancy, something lacking,

but then strangers, & acquaintances, 

started inhabiting that reality.

It starts as admiration, sometimes envy,

might be longings, what could have been,

of the potentials, diverting from the ideals, 

grieving a version of us, that couldn't exist.

But, everything is not as rosy as it seems,

they have their trials, sheer grinds endured,

only few born with silver spoon in mouth,

most of the time, it's our choices & actions.

Action beats idle dreams . . .

As much I try to rationalize, 

I will still lament that dreaming guy,

watching snapshots of others' lives,

to revisit desires, long suppressed . . .

Nonchalant interaction

I was outside, for leisurely stroll,

taking in the view, of outside world, 

hustle and bustles, the busy streets,

quiet, isolate patches, for some stretching.

And there she was, a beautiful cow,

standing alone, besides group of people,

I had the impulse, to pet her head,

but was reluctant, saving face.

I went closer, she was alert with anticipation, 

they were used to being fed with offerings, 

but I avoided eye contact, as I passed,

still had a feel, gently brushing with hands.

She didn't react, I heaved a sigh of relief,

went ahead with walk, to designated point,

now I had to return, after completing round,

encountering same cow, on the route.

This time, she looked straight in my eyes,

letting out a moo, as I was approaching, 

I used same trick, quick scratches on neck,

only to find her unbothered, ignoring me completely. 

Ah, she is acting nonchalant,

but doesn't mind being petted,

and I returned, smile over my face,

outsmarted by the cow.

Adding credentials

Have we ever noticed, 

resumes of the professionals,

where some have multiple degrees,

while others lack basic ranks.

Adding credentials . . .

What are the underlying factors,

creating divide in their positions, 

acquired skills, privileged upbringings, 

or individual ambitions & affinity? 

There might be power imbalance, 

sociological & institutional feedbacks, 

dynamics of opportunities varies

from seeking access to invitations.

For the credibility of initiatives, 

organizations have preferences, 

replacing high risk employees, 

for candidates with pedigree. 

Then, there's motivation, 

getting return for time invested,

finding time from obligations, 

for speculative upskilling.

Adding credentials . . .

Their portfolios evoke envy,

but we don't know the costs, 

of efforts, connections, sacrifices, 

when we enjoyed work-life balance.

In the end, it's about choices, 

of mental peace, or gaining relevance. 

 

Be careful what you wish for

You can't ride two boats,

Harboring contrary ideals,

One wishing for cordial relations,

While opposing its values,

The society becomed a mirror,

For what you want to project,

Independence begets Independence, 

Selfishness begets selfishness,

When you assert your rights,

Other protect their rights,

Everything becomes transactional, 

Weakening the foundations.

So, be careful what you wish for,

For, that's the life you get,

Lies & excuses won't last,

Your actions betrays,

When you build your identity, 

Over choices & interests,

A rebel is considered rebel,

A gentle person as gentle,

Nothing is accepted, 

From declarations & demands.

It was never meant to be

It was never meant to be,

we were too different, 

existing in separate world,

seldom finding convergence. 

Our meeting was coincidental,

as if wheel of fate starts moving,

from greetings to conversations,

a connection kept building.

I was captivated by your charms,

gentle demeanor, smile that disarms,

sharing interests with confidence,

every time we had great discussions.

Before long, my thoughts were occupied,

eyes searching for you in the crowd,

getting excited from getting messages, 

enjoying every moment we interact. 

Gathering courage, I made the choice,

in a confession, convey my sentiments,

aware of distance, we were far apart,

but my feelings, could bridge the gap.

It was never meant to be,

but now we are together,

it all takes a loving heart,

with sincere commitments. 

Changing behaviors

Good or bad personality, 

Seen through attitude or behavior, 

Is not determined by,

Social or economic status,

Rather being a product of,

Upbringings, peers, environment, 

Which influences aspirations, 

Fueling expectations and ambitions, 

Changing them over the time,

Which mold their thinking process,

Creating patterns and tendencies,

That impacts their surroundings,

Making people reevaluate opinions,

Determining or modifying decisions, 

For, they could never escape,

Consequences of their actions. 

Ancient polytheism

It's fascinating to explore,

religious beliefs of ancients,

going through origin stories,

theories of creations.

We may question beliefs, 

but mustn't be too stiff,

allow space in our research,

for their understanding of universe. 

We still watch the same sky,

alignments might have changed,

adding new ideas & information,

with centuries of advancements.

Still, different paths do exist,

influences perceived realities, 

many questions have been answered,

but a lot more hides in obscurity. 

So, let us marvel their imagination,

find common links, between regions,

where cosmic forces are personified, 

while nature & mortals undergo deification.

When seen through metaphysical lenses,

we realize the roles they have played,

instilling values and principles, 

which celebrated relationship . . .

Between human and world!

Pacification

What does leader do,

to stabilize social disharmony,

from the dissent of citizens,

those asserting autonomy. 

One with unmet aspirations, 

being let down by stagnation, 

getting aggressive with demands, 

once they become disillusioned? 

Pacification . . .

Facing pressure from public,

they work to provide services,

taking responsibility of outcome,

through transparency of actions.

Yet, there are hurdles & obstacles, 

slowing progress, reducing visibility, 

so they develop novel approaches, 

for capturing attention of masses.

From centuries leaders have subdued, 

through fear, hope, devotion, bribes,

which changed forms with time,

but the basis remains the same.

So, now people evoke identities, 

provide subsides to vulnerable, 

constant distractions, cheap sustenance, 

to absorb surplus mental energy.

Pacification . . .

To retain the trust, 

regain lost popularity,

governments neutralize urgency,

by blunting edges of inequality.

Yet, it promotes complacency,

preventing rational discussions,

limiting potentials for growth,

with the certainty . . .

Of small entitlement!

Chasing or avoiding limelight

It's indeed a contrast,

how people do react,

when given the spotlight.

There are ones who chase,

trying to climb on the stage,

while others who instinctively shrink,

avoiding unwanted attention.

To chase the limelight,

they have the competitive drive,

seeking visibility and dominance,

can stem from something deeper

when it's not purpose or passion,

but to project position or status,

trying to prove themselves. 

There's deep sense of inadequacy, 

identity centered around being better,

constantly seeking the dopamine,

accolades become emotional necessity, 

each milestone validating the narrative,

of being special, chosen or superior,

temporarily quieting fear of being ordinary.

Then, there are those avoiding limelight, 

actively downplaying their achievements, 

getting uncomfortable with the praises,

where promotions are traps, not victory,

for, they calculate cost of such attentions, 

increased pressure, loss of autonomy, 

which is not worth the effort & time.

Some are also afflicted by fear,

suffering from imposter syndrome, 

being on background is protective,

against the sting of public judgments.

Chasing or avoiding limelight,

it depends on intrinsic motives,

ones fueled by voids or ambitions,

pursuing their dreams and aspirations, 

or draw it from peace and satisfaction, 

where social posturing is not aligned . . .

With inner tranquility. 

Happy Ganesh Chaturthi

Lord Ganesha have arrived,

for his beloved devotees,

accompanied by celebrations,

with Dhol and Tasha.

You are our vighnaharta,

remover of the obstacles,

lord of new beginnings,

watching over our endeavors. 

Residing in every child's heart,

eagerly waiting for your appearance,

surrendering books, copies and pens,

to receive your blessings.

You are Pratham Pujya, first of all,

spreading knowledge, imparting wisdom,

we bow to your divine manifestation,

guiding us in journey of learning.

Dear lord of auspiciousness, 

please receive our love and devotion,

humble offerings of Modak & laddos,

as we sing praises of your glory.

Om Shri Ganeshaya Namah 🕉 🙏 

Ganapati Bappa Moriya ✨️ 

Lazy day

Lazy day,

I want to stay,

cooping up at home,

read, watch or play,

spending my weekends.

The week was not hectic,

just monotonous routines,

still demanded my time,

to be used in commuting, 

so, I might be weary.

Going out feels tempting, 

trying dishes or cuisines,

hanging out with friends,

travelling to tourist spots,

but, it still demands efforts. 

I would rather miss out,

having snacks inside,

order some foods online,

or keep it on lighter side,

and enjoy hibernating. 

Lazy day,

it may not be a right way,

there's so much to try,

but nothing comes in mind,

so, I am signing off.

Today, I will spend my day . . .

Loafing around!

Meliorism

World has its own pace, 

is neither inherently good,

nor being a bad place,

but certainly is influenced, 

become better with time,

through deliberate effort.

Meliorism . . .

Coined in 19th century, 

it creates a middle ground, 

between passive optimism,

and fatalistic pessimism,

by giving importance, 

to actions and policies.

For, progress is not automatic, 

but depends on multiple factors,

using intelligence, giving attention, 

taking responsibilities for changes,

by solving problems at hand,

and providing, timely interventions. 

Meliorism . . .

Nothing is impossible, 

when we come together, 

from locality to the nation,

if our heart works in unison,

we all have the power,

to make our world . . .

A better place to live!

Time constraints fuels action

Have we ever wondered, 

how speedily we work,

facing deadlines or time limits,

pushing us towards our goals?

It's not mere fear or motivation, 

a spike in function by hormones,

but a combination of factors,

converge to provide the boost.

We all have evolutionary reflex,

fight or flight, our survival instincts, 

but here the stress is minimal,

enough to focus our attention.

While brain makes calculations, 

disabling perfectionism & hesitations, 

aiming for completing the tasks,

through short, higher-impact actions.

Conversely, having too much time,

make us distracted, & complacent, 

causing fatigue, from perceived complexities, 

added through unnecessary overthinking.

For, abundance of time breed inertia,

while the deadlines creates friction,

something that makes us act,

igniting the mental spark!

Data centers and AI

We have seen in news,

of how companies abuse,

in the name of development, 

destroying our environment,

and now, a threat emerges,

in the name of convenience, 

to sustain the rapid rise,

of artificial intelligence. 

Data centers . . .

Facility to house systems,

acting as server, storage networks,

like a single core engine room,

of storage, processing, distribution, 

for running internet activities, 

training & maintaining AI models,

as more systems get digitalized, 

for advancements of technologies. 

Yet, they come at a heavy cost,

require air conditioning & liquid setups,

to cool the generated heat,

consuming energy, with power backups.

The local residents were stressed,

from utilization of fresh water,

while the wildlife were affected,

by continuous light & vibrations. 

Data centers and AI . . .

These have become reality, 

changing world more than internet, 

where internet traffic of uploads,

put pressure on storage networks. 

For, AI drives an aggressive cycle,

of resource extraction & utilization, 

taking over land and fresh water, 

as means of its sustenance. 

Tattered and battered

Tattered and battered, 

with fillers being plastered, 

still showing dents & rusting,

as if faced many battles.

The interiors were very old,

exposed panels, worn out leathers,

floor mats scuffed by heavy traffic,

having a distinct musty stale smell.

Tattered and battered, 

still customers have gathered,

jolting bounces, screeching brakes,

constant rattles, swaying turns.

Still passengers were unbothered,

accustomed to vibration & motions,

even when experience of traveling, 

leaves a lot to be desired.

Tattered and battered,

they are occupational hazards, 

still a necessity of the people,

when it really mattered. 

And it becomes a reality,

of remote, low-income regions,

bearing the damages with a pride,

to keep providing services . . .

Facing harsher conditions. 

P.S. Memories of travelling in old buses

in village areas.

Mental accounting

It's like a paradox,

that many of us gravitate, 

spending large in luxuries, 

but refuse to pay more,

for everyday conveniences. 

Mental accounting . . .

We divide our money,

into separate mental buckets,

rationalizing high spending,

allocating in special places,

while extra fees for comforts, 

flagged as bad valuation,

for, it exceeds our expectation, 

of benchmark prices.

So, we try to negotiate, 

finding ways to circumvent,

putting pressure on self,

to take the advantage, 

feeling joy & satisfaction,

from saving our wealth,

not knowing the realities, 

of it bringing minor change.

Still, we remain frugal,

habit of building wealth,

which doesn't matches,

our financial strength,

that influences choices, 

forming core identity traits,

our brain judges price relatively, 

irrespective of purchasing power.

( Example : 100 rupees is 1/5th of 500,

While 1/50th of 5000, so, saving from first feels satisfying)

We walk away

Even in our desperations, 

we make difficult choices, 

letting go of our wants,

for better alternatives, 

or just shield ourselves, 

from perceived injustice.

We walk away . . .

From excuses to avoidance, 

confessions made, left to chance,

there are ways, we choose rejections, 

taking initiatives, forcing other person,

to retain our sense of control, 

or fear of treading into the unknown.

Maybe we seek familiarity, 

that was built over the time,

even in our misfortunes, 

it gave us comforting vibe,

sudden changes threatens,

we need it to be gradual.

Yet, everyone have their expectations, 

instant results or proof of convictions, 

getting weary of constant striving, 

carrying burden of our shortcomings,

each setback creates conflicts, 

between desires & personal values . . .

And we walk away.

Soak in the view

You need to feel renewed,

weary of being subdued, 

for every stumble, setbacks,

casting a shadow, spoiling mood,

and disturbing, your tranquility. 

Soak in the view . . .

Watching greeneries from balcony, 

gazing at the sunrise or sunsets,

or sitting on the bench to enjoy,

sceneries of mountains & oceans,

just the outskirts, or countrysides, 

whatever brings you some joy.

How much strong you want to be,

there are times, you have to leave,

holding to anger, disappointments, 

consumes energy, fuels bitterness, 

while your ambitions, far to reach,

strains body, draining vitality.

So, take a pause from striving,

for dreams, emotions, & duties,

there's more to learn from world,

when we widen our perspectives, 

looking beyond hurt, our expectations, 

that clouds mind, narrowing vision . . .

Stopping us from seeing,

beauty of our surroundings!

They are our guide

It's a divine calling,

to spread virtue of learning,

instilling values & wisdom,

through various disciplines.

They are our guide,

the love of our parents,

concerns from families, 

conversations with friends,

interactions and meetings,

listening to the news,

observing natural surroundings, 

every moment is a lesson,

if we become receptive.

So, we revere this noble profession,

of teaching knowledge and lessons, 

opening path of enlightenment, 

dispelling the fog of our ignorance, 

we learned focus and discipline,

of understanding depth of subjects,

building foundations with basics,

ensuring full comprehension.

They are our guide,

forever indebted to their service,

so we celebrate their presence, 

through our learning journey.

Happy Teachers Day 🙏 

Crying wolf

We have heard the story,

of a boy who cried wolf,

to trick concerned villagers,

about the danger that looms,

making them panic & scramble,

as he found pleasure from the act.

Yet, when actual wolf appeared,

villagers ignored distressed call,

for, they take it as another prank,

being tired of his shenanigans, 

and he cried, and he screamed,

watching his flock destroyed. 

Crying wolf . . .

He bore the consequences,

of repeatedly raising false alarms,

which were distant from realities,

bringing trouble to caring hearts,

losing credibility in the process,

just for gathering attentions. 

Let us learn the wisdom shown,

not make light of serious situations, 

our integrity is dependent on conducts,

through honest voice, sincere dedications, 

we add weight to our voices,

making people attend to the concerns.

You are the savior

You are the savior, 

illuminating our mind,

from childhood stories,

to song of the wise,

each action inspires,

making us realize, 

path of enlightenment. 

A childhood with struggles,

facing challenges head on, 

while sharing cheer & joy, 

with your adorable mischiefs, 

sometimes scolded & punished, 

still have infectious smile,

playing flute to mesmerize.

Youthful days were colorful, 

closer to nature, with cattle, 

saving others from troubles,

preparing for bigger battles,

a journey of fulfilling promises,

saving people from dangers,

still detached, from holding power.

You are the savior, 

a guide to us ignorants, 

confined to worldly distractions, 

you cleared doubts & confusions,

when we surrender to your grace,

we attain profound bliss,

receiving your blessings. 

Shri Krishna, 

show us the light,

Be our friend, teacher & family, 

A path to the divinity. 

Happy Janmashtami. 🙏 🕉 

Voice artists

We have encountered, 

stories from foreign lands,

or animated characters, 

being voiced by our own,

breathing life into them.

Voice artists . . .

They are of different breed,

pouring heart into the scenes,

to fulfill our expectations, 

of experiencing emotions,

through their performance. 

A story need human connection, 

providing deeper understanding, 

to resonate with the audiences,

the excitements or hesitations, 

through changes in vocalizations. 

It needs practice, true dedications 

consuming energy, build tensions,

to add qualities, creating personal,

with distinct speech patterns & quirks, 

driving the pace of the narratives. 

It might be difficult to express, 

when there are cultural influences, 

acting as barriers or ignorance, 

to let the emotions translate,

depth of the performances . . .

And be both efforts entertaining, 

and sincere representation!

Thrill to drive

If one gets the freedom to drive,

Enjoy the thrill of racing some bike,

They might feel themselves as heroes,

Having the power to chase winds,

But in reality they are reckless,

Risking life for getting high,

No one trusts such persons,

Whose thought process is,

Blowing own horns,

Using chances to run away, 

Rather than to drive responsibly, 

Protecting self & surroundings, 

And reach their family.

Inflation

Does it supply and demand mismatch, 

that drives the present equation,

or something more controls,

the flow of the valuations?

Inflation . . .

Our country is reeling,

moving towards disaster,

as normal ways of living,

are facing major disruptions. 

So, I pondered upon reasons,

from regional to global situations, 

which affects our necessities, 

be it food, commutes & housing.

Earlier things were gradual,

limited to commodities & partial,

but things changed post pandemic, 

exacerbated by geopolitical tensions.

There's surge in crude oil & shipping costs,

impacting imports, increasing retail prices,

while labor shortage & wage pressures, 

reduces profit margins, causing bankruptcy.

And we shift towards newer practices,

being sustainable, promoting conservations, 

measures like ethanol manufacturing,

putting undue pressure, on the supplies. 

Inflation . . .

Economy in downward slope,

eroding our purchasing power,

with real estate compounding problem,

consumer faces an uphill task.

Wondering, if the price ever falls!

Roadside amenities

With the advent of highways,

there's an increase in mobility,

upgrading roads for modern vehicles, 

for better & comfortable travels.

Yet, there are many obstacles,

quality issues to deterioration,

dangers of vulnerable stretches,

discouraging journey after dusk.

Roadside amenities . . .

It's something many drivers want,

which covers their necessities,

from food, shelter, toiletries, parking,

finding support, in some emergencies.

We have higher population density,

but they are limited, in towns & cities,

having scattered dhabas, & tea stalls,

nothing organized, lacking sanitation. 

Still, there's hope, with programs, 

of mitigating concerns, building WSAs,

to provide space, for people to rest,

allow drivers to stretch, regain alertness. 

When accompanied by infrastructures, 

of charging, repairing, security & toilets,

they build confidence, encourage travels,

by lowering the risk of their journeys.

Roadside amenities . . .

They are the need of hour, 

might bridge urban-rural divide,

promoting tourism, helping businesses, 

providing direct & indirect employments.

WSA : Wayside amenities (every 30-50 kms)

Time slips

Reading urban legends, 

popularized in certain sections,

I was intrigued by incidences,

experienced by many people,

while following routine life,

being transported to places,

which belong to different era,

of historical pasts, or future events.

Time slips . . .

It's something unexplainable,

anomalies faced by people,

visiting medieval style houses,

stepping into alternate realities, 

while traveling in usual paths,

in the crowds, deserted lands, 

reporting brief, disorienting shifts,

as if perceptions playing a trick.

Yet, the majority of such occurrences,

happens in western countries,

making me baffled, being puzzled,

wondering reasons for prevalence,

cultural influences, population density,

or mind creates paranormal activities, 

due to popularity of the narratives, 

collective delusions, strengthening beliefs.

Time slips . . .

Something still feels off,

with mounting of evidences, 

of people having precognition, 

or with accurate past visions,

were they hoaxes, mere illusions, 

or resonating with higher dimensions, 

as the mystery intensifies,

I raise more questions!

Cuteness of predators

Have we ever noticed,

distribution of our love,

when we adore animals,

be it children or adults,

for, most of us gravitate, 

towards the predators. 

The calf, chick, fawns,

have endearing features,

but antics of pup & kittens,

just steals our heart,

a fondness that persists,

even when they got older.

For, it's evolutionary wiring, 

affecting human psychology, 

getting tricked by facial features, 

which were closer to infants,

forward facing eyes, high forehead, 

involuntarily trigger nurturing instincts. 

The predators are more expressive, 

using flexibility of facial muscles, 

while rounded, padded paws,

reminding us of our hands,

adding their mischiefs & plays,

practice hunting skills . . .

But we are slain!

Every animal have their cuteness,

still, predators have us fascinated, 

by their curiosity, by their fierceness, 

stripped of its dangers,

to become our playmate.

Nature vs nurture

Is it our nature that dictates,

engagement with certain subjects,

or our character is determined,

by nurturing of specific interests. 

For, we have our temperament, 

innate qualities existing from birth,

being promoted by our guardians,

and influenced from environment. 

Yet, there's also external factors,

from peers to changing circumstances, 

curiosity, setbacks, developing interest,

gradually molding person's traits.

When over-investing in specific domains,

we start adopting cognitive frameworks,

narrowing our perceptions of reality,

reducing thresholds of impulsiveness. 

Yet, we can't discount base nature,

our core drivers, determining preferences, stimulus triggers latent predisposition, 

our immersion acting as the catalyst. 

Nature vs nurture

There's no single answer,

it's a dynamic feedback loop,

deciding shift of behaviors, 

or lack thereof.

 

Raksha Bandhan

On the full moon day of Shravan,

we celebrate this sacred festival,

honoring family and sibling affection,

through the promise of Raksha Bandhan.

Raksha and Bandhan, have deep value,

a vow to protect, the bond we treasured, 

as families gathered, for special ritual,

where sister tying Rakhi to brothers.

Rakhi, these sacred threads,

now are colorful, aesthetic designs,

simple strips to decorated beads,

representing prayers for long, happy life.

Accompanied by sweets and Aarti,

as sister apply colorful mark (tilak),

of vermilion & rice on brother's forehead,

circling small earthen lamp over his face.

She doesn't need anything in return,

a promise of protection & his support,

still receive token of gifts, cash or clothes, 

as they feed each other sweets & chocolates. 

Raksha Bandhan...

Time have changed, sentiments still remain,

reviving connections, strengthening every season,

tradition transforming into universal language,

when we tie threads, to ones we respect.

Be it community leaders, friends, or heroes.

Endearing

You were so sweet,

with adorable character, 

every time we interact,

my heart is charmed.

Endearing...

From be moment I glanced,

I was showered with warmth, 

your unconditional kindness, 

made me lower the guard.

What is this fuzzy feeling,

as if laying on soft grass,

gentle breeze streaming,

sunlight filters through branches.

You're calming, nurturing tone,

dispels my worries and gloom,

finding peace, love, & security, 

you act like a comforting room.

You are the epitome of strength,

still so humble, being empathetic,

when you listen, and encourage,

cheering me with sincere words.

Endearing...

You arrive like a blessing,

I bow to your feminine beauty,

your virtuosity is infectious, 

making me seek your company. 

For, every moment spent with you,

becomes my cherished memories!