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.
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!
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)
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!
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.
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.
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.
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!
We loved the characters,
created by brands or events,
making them more appealing,
to us visitors & audiences.
Mascots...
Built for instant recognitions,
leaving behind lasting impressions,
when we see their figures,
we instantly link with the promoters.
Yet, there's something deep,
the company using the tricks,
transforming into something friendly,
that's fun and approachable.
For, most of them are dry,
having no personality to sway,
so they create visual anchors,
to capture much needed attention.
And mascots act as ambassadors,
that never age, have versatile features,
evoking nostalgia, in every generation,
as their image remains forever.
Role of mascots...
They still rely on the popularity,
or were forgotten, facing scarcity,
effective in persuading the crowd,
but the quality needs to astound...
For its charm to work!
Which of the model protect,
allowing ecosystems to flourish,
preserving floras and faunas,
in the era of development.
Human-wildlife boundaries...
We have seen countries,
segregating, with strict boundaries,
with designated nature reserves,
fully separated by human activities.
It does help, when they have cleared,
exhausting resources, with extermination,
of any lifeform in their vicinities,
to have a clean, orderly civilization.
Then there are developing countries,
primarily relying on farming or foraging,
where these boundaries are blurred,
and follow principles of coexistence.
While some countries display tolerance,
even if population increases resistance,
providing ample space for wildlifes,
to survive in shared landscapes.
Each side have their drawback,
geographical isolation minimizes conflict,
undisturbed habitat for sensitive species,
but confining or displacing creatures,
that require migrations for genetic diversity.
Coexistence & tolerance provide cushions,
still prone to economic losses & casualties,
when there are unrestricted interactions,
leading to gradual ecological degradation.
Human-wildlife boundaries...
Now most countries developed policies,
pursuing conservations across nationalities,
what matters is proper implementation,
to create a balance...
Where natural world finds sanctuary.
I wish to smile naturally,
a quality I admire earnestly,
something I miss mostly,
when I tried consciously,
miss creating it perfectly.
Nervous smile...
I wondered the reasons,
what changes the season,
these shifting internal climate,
clashing with social dictum,
activating reflex mechanisms.
It's rarely genuine happiness,
or signalling our disinterests,
rather means deeper conflicts,
encountered uncomfortable situations,
manifesting on our faces.
In social gatherings & interactions,
we are expected to be polite & warm,
even if feeling shy, or embarrassed,
we have to gentle, be inconspicuous,
instinctively using it as buffer.
Then, there are such times,
we process difficult situations,
in griefs, distress, emotional pain,
experiencing cognitive overload,
we use masks, to sooth or suppress.
Nervous smile...
It's never in isolation,
but collision of inner emotions,
of fear, sadness or embarrassment,
clashing with social obligations,
we develop the trait...
As brain's defense mechanism!
We have outsourced,
every physical requirements,
cleaning, cooking, commuting,
even moving simple objects,
from occasional help,
it became default baseline,
now these privileges,
are impacting our life.
We are saving time,
using it for important work,
but deep down we know,
it's just an excuse,
trading for screen time,
furthering sedentary life,
either in home or work,
we are accumulating free time.
It's basic human biology,
every task promoting functioning,
in form of low intensity movements, (NEAT)
to keep metabolic health intact,
but we promote societal belief,
of conveniences being higher grounds,
ignorant of the consequences,
that complacency have brought...
For, health doesn't see status!
** NEAT : Non exercise activity thermogenesis
My patience wears thin,
waiting becomes irritating,
while performing the chores,
any delay can be limiting,
to my calm demeanor.
Yet, I don't have problems,
of waiting in the queues,
or pursuing long-term goals,
there are seldom frustrations,
building in my heart.
So, I pondered on this feeling,
experiences of the uneasiness,
when I encounter some delays,
but ignore the same situations,
accept setbacks in longer journeys.
Maybe it's about expectations,
instant results, without frictions,
like loading websites, sending emails,
standing for checkouts, or in cafes,
our attention span gets short.
For, when destination is too far,
we have to accept, and prepare,
where hitch or snags don't trigger,
immediately ring alarm bells,
as the gap is too long.
Short wait feels harder,
become easier to be noticed,
brief delays break momentum,
taking away our joy of completing,
for, the threshold has reached!
Don't we love presents?
The act of giving or receiving,
excites us deep inside,
bringing warm feelings,
when we find it gift wrapped.
Was it mystery, or excitements,
adding surprise, of finding it out,
steadily building the suspense,
to be culminated with rewards,
of something we desired.
The process of the search,
being a ritual, to deepen ties,
pouring emotions as we purchase,
find something we could associate,
to be appreciated by the recipient.
And the ones, waiting to receive,
unpredictability amplifies dopamine,
our brain love to solve puzzles,
while being valued, releases Oxytocin,
altogether enhances the experience.
Don't we love presents?
Untying of ribbon, tearing the paper,
opening the lid of the boxes,
feeling satisfied by the reveal,
even if the object have less appeal...
The old fish stays,
which others play,
laughing & mocking,
at his foolishness.
"You have aged, gramp,
forgotten way of champs,
we find delicious treats,
when you are gulping air!"
The old fish ignored,
continued with the chore,
keeps an eye on juveniles,
and shoal of fingerings.
The fish swam further away,
frolicking & teasing, every day,
taking risks, enter shallow water,
for better food, and dwellings.
But soon, most were hunted,
tricked by lure, surprised by traps,
witnessing horrors of companions,
being snatched away from surface.
The old fish smiled,
looked with vacant eyes,
"My scales are white, as I stayed,
learning from my mistakes."
I am not feeling good,
a bit tired, making me brood,
it could be fever or cold,
making me seek your company,
just be nearby...
My body burning hot,
sometimes chills, sweats a lot,
lightheaded, unsteady on feet,
as glass slips from my grip.
I admit, I am at a loss,
as mind anticipate the worst,
fear invades, confidence falls,
I need your healing touch.
I imagine holding your hand,
your fingers stroking my hair,
soothing me with gentle voice,
my heart soaking your warmth.
You don't have to speak,
give me medicine or feed,
your presence is enough,
calming distress, loneliness...
I am vulnerable & weak,
in these moments, I might break,
so, hear my silent plea,
come closer, sit beside me,
just be nearby...
It's amusing, how tragedy plays,
like throw of dice, in hands of power,
there's no place for individual rights,
to see dreams, aspire for better days.
Being oblivious, of cunning designs,
there fate sealed, and hope resigned,
with no escape, grim reality awaits,
any voice rising, is actively suppressed.
For greater good, on righteous path,
taking revenge, for losses or insults,
overlooked as collateral damages,
added or subtracted from statistics.
The more fire, in heart & arsenals,
feeds their ego, blinding conscience,
conducting meetings, taking credits,
for projecting dominance over weaklings.
It's not a burden, borne by few men,
but collective guilt, of our civilizations,
where millions and millions of lives,
being decimated, scarred for generations.
It's indeed amusing, how tragedy plays,
with justifications, legitimacy facades,
when every hurt, cried, soul in despair,
want nothing but salvation...
A life of peace and security.
"I haven't slept"
he told with pained expressions,
sharing his struggle,
for a peaceful slumber.
He seems anxious,
with trembling hands,
as his lips quiver,
with shaky voice.
"Never in my life,
I felt so nervous,
to even interact,
with known persons."
And I could see the change,
his demeanor is lacking,
with invading doubts,
dimming his confidence.
"I have trusted God,
then why I faced such struggle,
even in devoted heart,
I still experience bitterness."
And he speaks of troubles,
which clouds his judgments,
of trusting process, having hope,
being grateful of the blessings...
When everything collapses,
with major disappointments,
losing his mental peace,
he shared his predicament.
Have we ever observed,
ways our discussion goes,
when we have interactions,
as we enjoy some company.
It could be casual greetings,
topics worthy of debating,
or just being diplomatic,
reading room before commenting.
It changes with accompanied groups,
friends, families, professional network,
being structured, pragmatic in some,
lighthearted moments with close ones.
Most of us have social circles,
that follows a routine, usual chitchat,
seldom touching deeper concerns,
when facing troubles, serious situations.
Familiar environments acting as cushion,
but sometimes, we are stripped of buffer,
when travelling, visiting new regions,
we encounter diverse views & opinions.
And we are surprised, of the atmosphere,
as we engage, participate in conversations,
where identities fades, forming new culture,
with its preferences & choices of subject...
Building empathy & understandings,
discovering something new about humanity.
Is it natural for us to work?
Like in machine, acting as a cog,
selective tasks, long hours,
not enough time, to spend at home,
or enjoy moments of leisure.
Since ancient times, we had a rhythm,
short burst of activity, work or pleasure,
there was a fluidity in their actions,
without rigid rules or regulations,
to limit movements, against distractions.
The advancements of our civilizations,
we started following division of labor,
to be more productive in performance,
scaling agriculture, industrial revolutions,
in the era of hyper-specializations.
Yet, it came with a price,
of being dependent on assistance,
for fulfillment of necessities,
be it our food, shelter & energy,
forgetting the skills of survival.
Before long, we get acclimatized,
joining the rat race of productivity,
where competitions & comparisons,
forcing us to maintain relative positions,
while loss of family & community...
Keep adding jobs, following atomization.
Is it natural for us to work?
Or just a facade, social construct,
a busyness, driven by artificial urgency,
which we can easily opt out of,
by protecting our unproductive space...
Where we cultivate hobbies, wander, or do nothing!
15th August...
It's not a date,
but milestone achieved,
after countless sacrifices.
The shared dream...
Centuries of colonial rules,
breaking the spirits of many,
enduring unspeakable crimes,
buried with passing time.
Yet, there were voices,
could never be silenced,
standing against injustice,
demanding their rights.
Now we stand on same grounds,
enriched by the sweats & bloods,
hoisting tricolor with immense pride,
singing glory of our blessed nation,
sovereign, democratic, independent,
we gather to celebrate our freedom,
paying tribute to freedom fighters,
bowing to their grand vision.
The shared dream...
Their legacy still continues,
filling heart with patriotic hues,
we as citizens participate,
in workplaces & neighborhoods.
Beyond the government offices,
programs in school & colleges,
it's the day of reverence,
coming together to pray.
Happy Independence Day!
We feel lucky,
when things go our way,
as others are struggling.
Finding shortcuts in the queue,
guidance of knowledgeable person,
coincidences happening around us,
to make our journey comfortable,
having lesser setbacks or hurdles,
as if bestowed with divine blessings.
We may feel proud of achievements,
attribute it to hard work or competence,
being actively chosen by others.
Yet, these can be exceptions,
and we take credit for functions,
which are happening randomly.
We feel lucky...
Showing pleasure in proclaiming,
of being favored by higher powers
while it's a confluence of factors,
getting fortunate by performing actions...
And fate starts favoring!
Attending ceremonial treats,
that lasted for centuries at least,
satiating more than hunger,
filling our heart with bliss.
A spread of traditional dishes,
cooked in woods & earthen pots,
with limited spices & condiments,
still rivals complex cuisines.
Is it just our sentiments,
attached to followed traditions,
or truly charm of simplicity,
captures palates of those who eat.
The most sacred were ritualistic,
connected with spirituality or devotions,
further spreading, as part of culture,
required in marriages or family celebrations.
We don't calculate calories or nutrition,
when we partake, finding nourishments,
working well with our way of living,
easily digested, keeping us healthy.
Ceremonial treats...
They are not for our needs,
but every meal is intricately linked,
with practices of our community,
as a form of gratitude & respect...
Towards our own identity!
"Religion is not for empty stomachs"
It's futile to preach spiritual ideals,
making them understand philosophy,
of religions or political sensibilities,
when they are starving...
Yet, I have my concerns,
of people leverage situations,
taking advantages of vulnerable,
being subjected to manipulations,
to further their interests.
For, personal opinion or worldview,
is not a luxury, reserved for a few,
they have much larger influences,
often used, as tool of survival.
Poverty is not just lack of resources,
but an onslaught, of stress & uncertainties,
where these faiths, beliefs & philosophies,
become an internal anchor, prevent sufferings.
It provides a sense of freedom & autonomy,
having control, for asserting their humanity,
fueling their drive, to be treated fairly,
a step towards building better reality.
In the end, ones facing the hardships,
truly understand value of philosophies.
"I don't see it," I exclaimed,
as others compare answers,
teacher have brought a chart,
with many colorful dots,
they see me with pity,
brother, you are colorblind.
I was puzzled, it didn't register,
for, I could identify colors,
appreciating natural surroundings,
playing with crayons in childhood,
devoted some time to painting,
and have chosen vibrant attires.
Yet, there was a sense of unease,
when I recalled things clearly,
constantly reading tags and labels,
written on crayons, and apparels,
I could never make distinctions,
taking help of parents or sibling.
"I don't see it," years have passed,
a repeat statement, for another cause,
as they expressed, and I watched,
extremes of elation or sadness,
in greetings, meetings & interactions,
responding to events, or relations.
The same sense of unease,
I tried to rationalize feelings,
aware of my shortcomings,
of being logical, objective thinking,
does that mean I don't experience,
missing out of many hues!
"You have emotions," A voice whispered,
"Even if, not reacting to situations,
not expressing mix of magenta and purples,
doesn't make your world dull or colorless,
for, you see contrast, texture & structure,
better at recognizing the patterns"
Being colorblind, is not a bad thing!
No one questions integrity of mountains,
Standing tall, unmoving, steady on principles,
Yet the winds are questioned for intentions,
When proudly declare their independence,
Never settling, moving places to places,
Carrying fresh breeze or air pollutants.
"We shouldn't be doing this,
stealing is wrong!" His voice concerned.
"You are a worrywart, no one will know,
and it's so much fun!" They answered.
Hiding in the orchard,
they plucked fruits & flowers,
ripened with sweet fragrances,
bursting with colors.
The boy was small, being naive,
accompanying others of older age,
wanting to be part of an adventure,
only to face such dilemmas.
They were sneaky, place being vast,
hidden in foliage, farmer seem aghast,
as they return, with spoils of raids,
counting the haul, having a laugh.
But, the boy saw troubled expressions,
seeing the damages, after their departure,
recalling the lessons, his mother's advice,
never to cause pain, from his actions.
So, he returned, called the farmer,
gathering courage, confesses his crime,
asking for forgiveness, still being hesitant,
to divulge names, of others' involvement.
"I am sorry, I will repay the loss,
don't call parents, It's first & only mistake"
"Don't cry kind," Farmer had kind eyes,
"You are honest, dragged into trouble "
'Stealing is wrong', Farmer continued,
"For, a thief doesn't value,
all the love, care, hope and efforts went,
and it pains me, how plants were treated"
The boy returned, with renewed resolve,
to never indulge, in these wrongdoings,
share the lessons, to correct behaviors.
Knowledge and insights,
Are completely useless,
Unless the recipient is humble,
Is prepared, willing to learn...
For, experiences teaches,
The teachable!
We have seen examples,
lapse of judgments create disasters,
extinguish lamps of many houses,
without fear of consequences.
Road sense...
There are some responsibilities,
we need to carry with sincerity,
when using public infrastructures,
we have to become considerate.
Yet, people remain ignorant,
holding to ego & entitlement,
across class and generations,
not giving enough thoughts.
Lacking patience, lane discipline,
encroaching tracks, wrong side driving,
not prioritizing pedestrians, or traffic,
always in a rush, to cover stretches.
With arrival of powerful vehicles,
building expressway for easier travels,
there's an obsession of higher speed,
aggressive driving often being fatal.
Road sense...
It's really painful to see,
lackluster attitudes of administrations,
but more damaging are such cultures,
which disregards others' rights...
For using road with safety & peace.
Travel humbles, make us grow,
still, there lies, something more,
when we have purpose, & passion,
it can be an immersive show.
For, most of us are passive observers,
ticking off a checklist of popular sights,
still, some quests with specific lens,
transforming trip into active explorations.
Every city, each region, possess its charm,
very few are attuned, to rhythm of location,
getting overwhelmed by vibrant surroundings
to truly invest their time and attentions.
So, our interests act as natural filter,
to background noises, causing burnouts,
giving us space, for curiosity to thrive,
study the environment, for better understanding.
Still, most holidays & vacations,
don't spare for adventurous expeditions,
with planned itineraries, prior obligations,
lacking opportunities, for authentic interactions.
So, fortunate are those who dares,
finding meaning, in their journeys,
making discoveries, building legacies,
which inspires others, in creating memories.
When we travel with specific goals,
it becomes special, something more!
An ongoing crisis,
developing this monsoon,
where lives were impacted,
from cloudburst and deluge.
Most of us watch in news,
while unfortunate ones endures,
flooded streets and homes,
without basic amenities.
Some climbing to the roofs,
others needing shelter & food,
as the savings are washed away,
leaving nothing to their name.
Most harrowing tales,
told by survivors & evacuee,
missing friends and families,
lost crops, farm animals.
There were those overlooked,
how wildlifes have lost footings,
pressuring dwindled populations,
to find refuge, safer dwellings.
With places facing waves of flooding,
even the foundations became weak,
with collapse of the infrastructures,
causing mass displacement & losses.
The nature fury is unstoppable,
still we take steps to mitigate,
providing support is need of hour,
till they recover from sufferings.
My prayers for Assam flood 🙏
Don't be dependent on validations,
Seeking reassurance from others,
For, it makes you prone to habituation.
While promoting miscommunication,
Damaging relationships...
With self & surroundings.
Facing distress or disappointments,
we develop tendencies of avoidance,
when our trust were broken,
it can lead to disillusionment.
Self-preservation...
It's our natural instincts,
be it physical or emotional,
we don't want it to repeat,
requiring time to adjust,
for strengthening beliefs.
Being caught off-guard,
mind shift to hypervigilance,
passing through scrutiny,
even empathy needs clearance,
before extending generosity.
Yet, it's not generalized,
limited to specific situations,
promoting goodwill & harmony,
for, we retain our character,
not letting setbacks alter virtuosity.
Self-preservation...
We may feel guilt & shame,
still maintain boundaries, not blame,
prioritizing our needs, and aspirations,
there are times, we withhold kindness,
for, caring doesn't mean...
Taking other's responsibility.
"Fake it till you make it"
Often mocked for its superficiality,
being criticized, of the inauthenticity,
still the statement carried wisdom,
of triggering brain's neuroplasticity.
For, we get anxious, as we fear,
getting exposed, treated as imposter,
with stress of masking true feelings,
eventually leads to emotional burnout.
Yet, we can't deny its role,
in giving us confidence boost,
awakening optimism in heart,
to develop skills, and competence.
When we emulate habits & posture,
create mental image of ideal person,
we effectively train nervous system,
to transform rehearsals into real version.
Yet, we have our nature and quirks,
inherited from genetics, upbringings,
shaping sensitivities or perspectives,
which sets the rules, and boundaries.
"Fake it till you make it"
We can make conscious choices,
stretching comfort space to play,
a lifetime of continued learning,
becoming the one, we wished to be.
We can never say,
What we perceived,
Is true reality,
But the perceptions,
Is unique to us,
And we would want,
Someone who understands.
A black cat,
on an expedition,
crossing the streets,
walking on the pavement.
I watched her pause,
throw me a piercing gaze,
those mesmerizing golden eyes,
as if mapping secret pathways.
Twitching nose, decoding scent trails,
tail curved, like question mark,
standing mid-stride, frozen as a statue,
fully focused, investigating surroundings.
I was intrigued, tracking the movement,
of this shadow, on a secret mission,
fuelled by promise, of delicious treats,
or hunting prey, for its children.
With a dramatic, toothy yawn,
briefly glancing, resumed its prowl,
I scrambled, hesitated for a moment,
then pursued, observing the act.
A black cat,
was too stealthy,
vanishing before my eyes,
when I was distracted...
Now I will never know,
reasons for its expeditions!
What does it take,
to override conscience,
compromising principles,
for deals we make?
Fair exchange...
Not many take bribes,
when given in the face,
but lowers their guard,
when the stakes are raised.
It's a clever manipulative trick,
framing it as mutual benefit,
making us believe in good intent,
gives license to bend core values.
There are ways it can be enforced,
by being helpful or be generous,
invoking spirit of reciprocity,
pressures us to return the favor.
Fair exchange...
When things non-negotiable,
are placed on scale for rewards,
moral dimensions of our choices,
were replaced by cost benefit analysis...
And we create internal narratives,
to justify actions, furthering interests,
slowly surrendering honor & values,
until it becomes unrecognizable!
It's an irrational fear,
something of a scare,
when one is not recognized,
by their staffs or gatekeepers.
Fear of being undermined...
What is the reason of such anxieties,
when we understand their duties,
still it annoys, can be agitating,
losing our calm, making them wary.
Is it the pride, air of superiority,
making such queries as humiliating,
or it captured the awkwardness,
of singled out, making it embarrassing.
Our mind seek balance, internal stability,
avoiding situations, that breach privacy,
when forced to defend, explain, validate,
it activates defense mechanisms.
Fear of being undermined...
There are few who don't take it personally,
making light of situations, putting a smile,
shifting attention from anticipations,
to communicate positions respectfully.
What defines alien life?
Is it made of organic matters,
or sentient inorganic beings...
Earth is hospitable,
lies in habitable zone,
with magnetic fields,
protect against radiations,
and insulating atmosphere
regulates weather & temperature.
We are made of carbon,
having abundant liquid water,
with solid grounds as foundations.
What if, these are unnecessary,
for lives to keep flourishing,
in extremes of environments.
An entity that process information,
reproduce without relying on DNA,
adapting to their surroundings,
boiling surfaces to frozen lands,
intense radiations or gas giants,
having their own evolved creatures.
We have made assumptions,
but reality is surreal & astounding,
when we expand boundaries...
Of imaginations!
There are times we wish,
Our instincts were wrong,
To have faith in others,
For us to trust more,
Yet, as the time passed,
We see how things unfolds,
And concerns were validated,
From their choices & actions,
But it doesn't make us happy,
Just disappointments...
It was said that height is genetic,
yet lifestyles can also be limiting,
our potential for good stature.
We have seen things change,
in recent statistics, suggesting a trend,
accompanied by economic development.
Where countries traditionally being short,
have seen enormous growth spurt,
living behind less developed countries.
For, except for the extremes,
average stature is a physical record,
depends upon net nutrition.
While advancements in healthcare,
dietary qualities & better environment,
accelerates growth, beyond genetics.
Now countries are focusing on ways,
to provide best of the nourishments,
and maximize the genetic blueprints.
For excelling in fields of sports,
being more resilient to challenges,
to reap the demographic dividends.
So, we can now say for certain,
height mirrors socio-economic conditions,
with access to better nutrition & healthcare.
P.S. Net nutrition: balance of nutrition left after using it by body physical and growth demand.
A noise woke me up,
the continued cacophony outside,
disrupting my peaceful slumber,
of dreams that awaited conclusions.
As sunlight filters through drapes,
I open window for quick check,
of the chaos happening beyond,
a ripple in the stillness of morning.
What I discovered amuses me,
as a flock of babblers is fighting,
hoping over the edge of the walls,
as squirrels standing on guard.
There's flattened rice scattered around,
a routine offering from mother's hand,
while clay cup has fallen from its place,
used as means of asserting dominance.
The babbling of babble is deafening,
and squirrel barking add to intensity,
while a pigeon watching from afar,
as the event were unfolding.
I decided to restore harmony,
by bringing food as peace offering,
distributing evenly, in different spots,
to stop their untimely clash...
Restoring the calm,
for my tranquil daybreak!
Hike, hike, people hike,
on the trails, immersing in nature,
with equipments & accessories
to make it feel right,
exploring difficult terrains,
walking in day or overnight.
Hike, hike, people hike,
in the woodlands & forests,
under the shades of canopies,
stepping roots, leafs, muddy patches,
sometimes there are steep climbs,
mountain ridges testing endurance.
Hike, hike, people hike,
walking through meadows or marshes,
sometimes follow rivers or coastline,
even explore extremes of places,
facing heat in deserts & canyons,
freezing on glaciers or snowfields.
Hike, hike, people hike,
for a break from noises of cities,
having a taste of adventurous living,
clearing our mind, boosting mood,
with benefits on physical fitness,
and a story, worthy of share or post.
Hike, hike, people hike,
increasing traffic in pristine sites,
with influx of human presence,
degrades sanctuary of local wildlife,
bringing noise, mismanaged wastes,
breaking ecological connectivity...
The vital pathways of ones,
Truly needing that hike!
I am not bold,
to be completely sold,
the idea of taking risks,
have never worked,
inside my mind.
I have been told,
of too rigid an outlook,
that seldom welcomes,
newer ideas & perspectives.
I tried to break the mold,
to avoid labeled being cold,
still, couldn't compromise,
on values that I uphold...(dear)
Then again, I chose to withhold,
reasons that put me in the spot,
burdened with shame & concerned,
having fear of higher expectations.
I have always admired,
who could express freely,
unconcerned of scrutiny or ridicule,
capturing, attention of the audiences.
I am not bold,
being happy in the backgrounds,
still, take the lead, when needed,
for ones, who means my whole world.
May be, someday I will be bold!
Driving through a thick fog,
don't know what lies ahead,
I have to slow down my pace,
while scanning for potential threats.
Ambiguity...
When your intentions are unclear,
how much weight should I bear,
analyzing pauses, lies, concealing,
as something dangerous.
I am exhausted, losing my patience,
have second thoughts, reducing confidence,
every time you change your statements,
through words, behaviors and actions.
I don't like uncertainties,
relations demands psychological safety,
conscious efforts to build the trust,
through proper communication.
Silence works for genuine souls,
having integrity, sense of honor,
which doesn't breed unwanted suspicions,
by eroding trust, displaying inconsistencies.
It's important to have privacy,
intimate connections needs vulnerability,
and the world, respect those voices,
who never leave room for ambiguity.
You called me mean,
being green with envy,
as I was disclosing hypocrisy,
when you tried to be clean.
You wanted to be a queen
to be put on a pedestal,
and fulfill expectations,
without any questioning.
Yet, I resisted demands,
wanted to address concerns,
with clarity and boundaries,
for steady progression.
And you became evasive,
taking offense at my behavior,
as it was supposed to be enjoyable,
but my words felt like daggers.
You called me mean,
for killing vibes of conversation,
by seeking honesty in communication,
which might impact our relation.
And I have nothing to say...
I remembered the times,
when movie halls excites,
hearts of every generation,
seen with families or alone.
Most were gentle, heartwarming,
comforting soul, pleasant to eyes,
evoking emotions, putting a smile,
leaving lasting impressions.
Rise of spectacle...
But now pushed to fringes,
by gritty justice, and violence,
with actions, scene of passion,
adding spices, grabbing attention.
Now people chase blockbusters,
visual effects and high dramas,
where clash of good and evil,
entertain with their intensity.
Rise of spectacle...
Looking back at the golden age,
of romantic comedies & family stories,
which lost place in mainstream theaters,
to action franchise, comic superheroes.
Now migrated to streaming platforms,
finding its niche, among the masses,
buried under the mountains of contents,
waiting to be discovered by algorithm.
"Having no arrogance, is itself an arrogance"
I tried to remain humble,
downplay successes & capabilities,
when received compliments & praises,
I felt uncomfortable, not deserving.
For, I have been a realist,
comparing it with contemporaries,
knowing the extent of investments,
of time & efforts, I am lacking.
Still, there's a voice in my head,
being proud of my selfless acts,
giving me a sense of superiority,
to have renounced accomplishments.
Yet, deep down, conscience speaks,
exposing ego, wearing mask of virtue,
seeking social approvals & validations,
developing this habit of performance.
For, humility is not a skill to learn,
but an absence of self-interest,
a quiet state of mind, being content,
in accepting world in every form.
We might have seen it close,
read in papers, seen in news,
of people taking extreme steps,
when pushed into a corner,
causing irreversible damages.
Patience and tolerance...
Capacities we have lost,
being victim to our environment,
where upbringing & circumstances,
shrinking psychological margins,
for absorbing pressures.
What were the reasons,
that led to this state of mind,
where have we lost ways,
in our pursuit for fulfillment,
of dreams & aspirations.
It starts with immediate vicinities,
of things provided, or been lacking,
in relations, purpose, possessions,
a life built on strong foundations,
to weather highs and lows.
Many live in curated bubbles,
silently suffering in isolation,
staring screen, that flaunts wins,
making their failures debilitating,
without support of community.
Patience and tolerance...
Are we influenced by narratives,
amplifying losses through overthinking,
having seen comfort and conveniences,
brain demands resolution, instant fixes,
when facing financial losses, or heartbreaks.
If you want, I will sing,
pull at your heartstrings,
checking all the boxes,
that you have dreamt.
Tell me if you desire,
to be put on a pedestal,
where I would submit,
fulfill every whim & fancy.
To soothe your heart,
ease worries, address concerns,
so you don't carry the burden,
of the aches, & resentments.
For, I understand your fears,
beneath that arrogant attitude,
embarrassed to speak up,
your deepest feelings.
If you want, I will sing,
when only you allow me,
not demanding the results,
but gradually dissolving.
With moments, we spend,
with conversations we have,
finding that connections,
passion that once faded away.
They both feel same,
having similar denotation,
still of contrasting character,
of different connotation.
Strength vs roughness...
The display of power,
can be flashy or subtle,
by emitting your virtuosity,
through your temperament.
The distinction had to be made,
how our emotions are surfaced,
presenting an unyielding exterior,
being imposing & resisting pressure.
For, strength is anchored deep,
rooted in purpose & containment,
while roughness show turbulence,
fuelled by reactions and friction.
True strength is a shield of endurance,
being dependable, solid foundations,
the will to absorb distress & sufferings,
bear the burden, making sacrifices.
Roughness being volatile, is unrefined,
a perceived need to protect ego fragile,
aggression creating the sharp edges,
which cuts & bleeds, with their actions.
While strength carry internal stability,
building trust with honesty & sincerity,
underneath roughness, there's a fear,
of being hurt, controlled or exposed.
So, be mindful, when you project power,
What you display, strength or roughness?
There is an allure,
of building bigger structures,
to show power or devotion.
We see it across the continents,
in large sculptures, massive monuments,
from ancient times to modern age,
humanity have never changed,
romanticize ideas of gigantic things,
investing wealth, effort and time.
Be it Asia, Europe or America's,
we had seen pyramid or temples,
and giant colossal structure.
They also carved statues,
of human, animals & deities,
leaving legacies forever.
It is really awe-inspiring,
to imagine what they achieved,
with limited tools & knowledge.
Still, the same could be seen,
creations of statues or buildings,
as a part of modern designs.
We see statistics, national data,
representative of how much we fare,
in having population of millionaires.
Yet, there seems some mistakes,
of missing the mark, actual figures,
relying on information, from surface.
Hidden riches...
It's something we all realize,
as parallel economy openly thrives,
making people wealthy & affluent.
They don't live lavish lifestyles,
silently acquiring away from sights,
managing to live under the radars.
The first are the real estates,
absorbing unaccounted cash,
artificially inflating property market.
Then we're the informal sectors,
like private businesses, and traders,
cash based, outside the tax net.
Then there are agricultural exemptions,
misused by large farmers & office holders,
to mask massive earnings into zero returns.
Finally, large strata involve the corrupts,
bribes and embezzlement, as their modes,
stashed up in plots, investments & gold.
Hidden riches...
We may never arrive,
calculate the real size,
of millionaires around us.
Still, there are always signs,
development doesn't deceive eyes,
and official numbers...
Are pack of lies!
I used to collect,
storing them in places,
finding corners of house,
in the loft, under the bed.
Colorful pebbles, seashells,
marbles I won in games,
playing cards, sports characters,
commemorative or older coins.
And I wondered why I continued,
taking efforts to gather and queue,
changing subject of fascination,
from objects to series and books.
Some would speak of hoarder mentality,
others find it way to preserve identities,
when deep down we experience thrill,
of anticipations, hunts, rush of dopamine.
May be, it's like an anchor,
keeping us connected to bygone eras,
when we were genuinely invested,
unbound by worldly obligations.
Our world is interconnected,
inorganic systems to organic life,
sustaining diverse ecosystems,
through invisible teamwork.
Symbiosis...
We might have learned,
in various educative forums,
how they play their part,
in interspecies relationships.
And we see them everywhere,
mutualism in plant & pollinators,
commensals living in body surfaces,
parasites benefits on other's expenses.
Still, they survived a million years,
evolving into something durable,
till the cycles broken by invasions,
interference by us humans.
There sacrifices often overlooked,
paying the price of development,
we find newer ways to destructions,
of lands, rivers, oceans & mountains.
Symbiosis...
And I wonder, how much have we lost,
the delicate balance, between lifeforms,
when we have started civilization journey,
with the help of plants and animals.
Still, there's flicker of hope,
as we revert to nature's abode,
creating green infrastructures,
and techniques utilizing microbiomes.
If we really want to know,
What is the true intent of person,
We need to check their actions,
Over the years,
Ideologies they follow,
When they don't pretend,
Nor trying to impress,
That inner drive,
Which forces them to act,
Not to play games,
But truly act,
Without caring about outcomes.
And then see,
Do they align,
With your views...
For, sooner or later,
The mask will fell,
When they are relaxed,
You could tell,
If they truly care,
About your vision.
There are startups and ventures,
emerging from different corners,
bringing something new & unique,
in the market for consumers.
Yet, many couldn't sustain,
losing deposits & patience,
when not rewarded with profits,
enough to keep them afloat.
So, I wondered many times,
watching businesses closing down,
what helps survive changing times,
loyal customer base, or higher traffics.
For, qualities alone don't pull crowds,
visibility plays a significant role,
while affordability & desirability,
creating openings, achieving the goals.
Still, I understand the value they bring,
helping in retentions and repeatability,
when they capture people's imagination,
through distinct features & brand values.
It helps in increasing the margins,
being resilient to economic dips,
but need years of investment,
with dedication & discipline.
So, what is the right way...
To make the business flourish?
We fail to connect,
understanding on the subject,
making own assumptions,
before we communicate,
leaving discussions stranded.
What influences interpretations,
existing prejudices, or ignorance,
a heart that reluctant to discover,
of sailing uncharted waters,
never to leave the shores.
There's difference in perspectives,
we only hear things that we believe,
missing out on important clues,
which were embedded in conversations,
showing way of solving the puzzle.
Then again, we can be stubborn,
committed to move in single direction,
searching for the point of convergence,
without abandoning our principles,
to enjoy fruit of our labor.
Not on the same page...
These moments don't wait,
as we spend our days,
in reinforcing positions,
when in reality, we want clarity,
where thoughts find resonance.
An auspicious day,
it's the start of divine celebrations,
as we witness Lord Jagannath,
step out of their sacred abode,
to meet with us devotees,
on the Bada Danda. (Grand avenue)
Ratha Yatra...
This symbolic journey of deities,
are not just mere ritual,
millions of devotees gather,
facing no prevalent barriers,
of caste, creed, nationality,
for, anyone can hold the ropes,
being part of the grandeur.
The atmosphere is charged,
with collective devotion & surrender,
enduring the heat and suffocation,
of flood of enthusiastic crowds,
engrossed in pulling the ropes,
having their divine darshans,
in the sacred chariots.
Ratha Yatra, the divine procession...
Where divinity takes human form,
visiting Gundicha temple for a retreat,
a tradition where bhakt & bhagwan,
come closer for common goal,
there's no distance that separates,
in this connection of souls.
I have always wondered,
what makes fictional characters,
so alluring for us viewers...
From childhood admiration for superheroes,
using magical powers in their adventures,
action packed sequences fighting villains,
being special from the start of the story,
or level up with struggles and friendships,
filling our heart with awe & excitements.
When we grow, we become matured,
being graduated from juvenile narratives,
involving ourselves in appropriate conduct,
meeting expectations of self and societies,
a blanket ban, making conscious efforts,
to repress our cravings for magical times.
Yet, there are many adults who hold,
diving deeper into the fantasy world,
after performing given duties.
It's their way of embracing inner child,
or understanding true value of myths,
helping them navigate hard realities.
For, it not only an escape,
but a way of getting refreshed,
honoring lessons, inherent messages...
Deeply embedded in these stories!
We tend to stay away,
from the tragedies that plays,
in immediate vicinities,
or occurring in distant places.
And I wonder underlying reasons,
that drove us in building positions,
shutting heart to other's plights,
when situations demand attention.
Sometimes people get overwhelmed,
when brain mirrors their sufferings,
activating brain's defense mechanism,
preventing us from emotional drowning.
Then, there are ones taking action,
feeling helpless in finding solutions,
their mind makes quick calculations,
forcing to disengage, to maintain balance.
Still, some don't harbor empathy,
show genuine indifference to stories,
which doesn't impact their living,
remains insignificant or uninteresting.
It's natural to avoid distress,
such processes can be overlapping,
from initial reluctance, to evaluating,
of how much involvement is necessary.
Holding out for someday,
when coast is finally clear,
to live more authentically,
without worries or fears,
and fulfill all of my wishes,
of having experiences.
There were expectations,
being bound to obligations,
not having time or fortunes,
to fuel my expeditions,
while days were spent,
add savings or preparations.
Before long, getting comfortable,
maintain status quo, while fantasizing,
projecting dreams in fictional world,
short outings breaking monotony,
anything more being ambitious,
demanding sacrifices or risking objections.
Years passed, opportunities pass by,
adding guilt & regrets to the inventory,
watching others complete the quests,
reap the benefits of their efforts,
while I was lagging, level not rising,
stranded alone with wishful thinking...
In my perpetual waiting room!
For most of us,
Home is an emotion,
being a restorative sanctuary,
within a turbulent world.
And I wonder,
what are the conditions,
which provides us freedom,
or sometimes, become prison?
The most important part,
in the dwellings, are inhabitants,
their quirks, habits, routines,
and interpersonal relationships.
For, it provides warmth & safety,
where we could show vulnerabilities,
dropping our social masks,
to enjoy & relax, without judgments.
Yet, here lies inherent limitations,
if there are conflicts & hyper-criticisms,
constant disrespect, ignoring boundaries,
where every moment, feels draining.
Then again, some tasks & obligations,
consumes energy, demand our attentions,
when free time used in giving services,
of greetings, support, & maintenances.
We have to see the environment,
house structures, our surroundings,
living in apartment, independent homes,
staying isolated or gated communities.
Shared walls, noisy neighborhoods,
impacts our peace and freedom,
inherited homes brings some security,
rented or mortgaged have some concerns.
Home: Freedom or prison
It depends on how we perceived,
even small rooms feel warm & cozy,
while bigger villas cold and empty,
that gradually become suffocating.
In the end, we want that control,
physical structures or interpersonal,
providing us spaces to assert power,
choosing when to connect or retreat.
It's a curious thing,
of us keep returning,
continuing the daily streaks,
in apps, games, or shows,
before we know it,
we have made it a routine.
Zeigarnik effect...
First named by soviet psychologist,
a principle followed by human brain,
of remembering tasks incomplete,
much better that things complete.
A survival trait from evolution,
is now being used to create tension,
by modern mediums & technologies,
to never provide a sense of completion.
We have checklists and progress bars,
displaying in games, for pursuing quests,
videos and reels, played in the loops,
by keeping the best for the last.
Even shows have utilized cliffhangers,
an unfinished story, demanding attention,
a trapped mental state, wanting resolution,
interrupting the flow, to influence decisions.
Zeigarnik effect...
By taking advantages of this tendency,
they captured loyalty of the followers,
slowly taking away thrill and enjoyment,
as if continuing out of obligations...
Leaving behind a hollow feeling!
What is the drive,
that keeps them going,
having fulfilled needs,
still keep stealing,
when they get chance,
to have easy money?
No place is spared,
corruption thrives everywhere,
in the corridors of power,
or modest neighborhoods,
when given free reins,
even sacred spaces were spoiled.
It is natural to aspire for more,
as opportunities are sought,
to increase financial status,
catering to family's requirements,
by sometimes bending rules,
for personal advantages.
It always begins small,
then become slippery slope,
crossing their ethical boundaries,
by exploiting some loopholes,
becoming bolder and bolder,
when there's no negative consequences.
They rationalize, later trivialize,
developing an illusion of control,
blinding them to the inevitability,
as their confidence grows,
the vessels of sin were filled,
till they were discovered.
Greed is unquenchable,
an endless hedonic treadmill,
never to make you satisfied,
as you sink into the darkness,
losing honor, respect, integrity,
tormented by conscience.
How does it feel,
to be at someone's mercy,
when your life breathes,
at someone's whim and fancy...
We have seen through history,
how power enforced subordination,
be natural world, or human civilizations,
dictating the modern landscape.
We have been ignorant,
enclosed in our curated world,
fulfilling needs, seek conveniences,
to ever examine the processes.
So, when we ever encounter,
we understand the price paid,
for our food, shelter, development,
by snatching the rights of surroundings.
Does our heart pains to see,
feeling powerless to change destinies,
when forests cleared, lands defiled,
ecosystems poisoned, killing organisms.
At someone's mercy...
We are part of this relentless onslaught,
as active participant, or mute spectators,
dampening the voices calling from within,
to stop, protest and protect...
These vulnerable existences!
We often stop,
from taking the leap,
when there's considerable gap,
between expectations & realities.
It also involves,
our deepest concerns,
of what we lack,
the price to be paid.
Our invisible ceilings...
Limiting our potential,
from attaining the goals,
which we have envisioned,
still don't put the effort.
Provided with opportunities,
we self-sabotage with activities,
assuming rejections & failures,
against perceived superiority.
Yet, somewhere deep down,
we know our real value,
of the time, efforts, achievements,
that brought us present positions.
So, it becomes difficult to proceed,
carrying flaws, and shortcomings,
still being proud to settle down,
living a life of mediocrity.
Our invisible ceilings...
It questions our worth,
acting as break, for our growth,
confining us in a safe space,
as world moves to a better place...
Without us!
I have always admired,
ones with strong principles,
making conscious choices,
going against consensus,
holding to their morality.
It's normal to passively adhere,
rules of traditions & cultures,
some may protest, act as rebel,
to project individual intentions,
only few acting for larger good.
We have seen many examples,
being ridiculed for their decisions,
a vegan diet in carnivorous lifestyles,
or monogamy in liberated societies,
shows control and discipline.
For, living in a vegetarian household,
having limited power and resources,
devoid of options or incentives to indulge,
we were naturally inclined to work,
in these restrictive environments.
So, I have always admired,
their commitments for the cause,
showing integrity of characters,
by overcoming these temptations,
demonstrating self-mastery.
Have we ever wondered,
When feelings are mutual,
Why relationships breaks.
May be priorities are different,
Having different goals,
But that doesn't causes,
Our feeling to fade,
Not the distance,
Not the silence,
But something deeper,
Influences...
By not putting effort,
While expecting from others,
Raising doubts,
By hiding intentions,
Then lying, evading,
Blaming it on others,
When in reality,
Only serving self-interest,
Harboring negative attitude,
By criticizing, make accusations,
But when diving deeper,
It's about hiding insecurities,
Not giving attention,
Or address genuine concerns,
But expecting rewards,
Without making commitments,
Not mending the cracks,
Lack of sincere communication,
Yet, hoping bond to survive,
Over a weak foundation.
It takes years,
in honing the craft,
countless sacrifices,
to attain the top,
still facing shortage,
to fulfill envisioned goals.
It takes years,
dedicated to the service,
facing struggles & hardships,
undervalued, not compensated,
demotivated, lack of progress,
continuing, from fear or comfort.
It takes years,
waiting for the opportunity,
exploring newer avenues,
rationing time & resources,
adding revenue streams,
for managing households.
It takes years,
draining emotional energy,
physical strength exhausted,
as if shackled in the chains,
of duties and responsibilities,
to never see dreams again.
It takes years,
only to witness the change,
entrepreneurial spirit of youth,
using modern technologies,
to have financial gains,
even as a student!
And they rue, as they surrender,
what's the point, of these years!
I sat on the bank,
of this serene lake,
watching the waves,
as breeze gently wakes,
dormant sentiments.
A pleasant stream,
of colorful themes,
beneath vast cerulean skies,
lies expanse of verdant green,
as far as eyes could see.
People gather in a throng,
to witness this natural show,
as outings or explorations,
for the adults and children,
chatting, playing, having refreshments
There were ferryboats in distance,
taking groups for limited sightseeing,
create radiating ripples on the surface,
along with cacophony in backgrounds,
they disturb the tranquility of place.
I watched the ducks resting,
in the elevated edges of earth,
huddled together in the corners,
having exhausted their energy,
dealing with water & prying eyes.
I sat on the bank,
away from the swarming crowds,
soaking the atmosphere in silence,
as wind whispers songs of land,
through the lake waves.
A change of season,
humid, damp conditions,
with dust and allergens,
triggers airway inflammation.
Bronchitis...
We see elderly and children,
feeling under the weather,
having dry cough & fever,
sometimes difficult breathing.
And we worry, about their health,
seeing them wincing in pain,
having sudden bouts of cough,
persisting for days or weeks.
Acute illness are self-limiting,
when we give care properly
adequate rest, plenty of fluid,
keeping them warm with coverings.
Bronchitis...
If we suspect something serious,
do visit clinics, for check-ups,
prevention is ideal, reducing the risks,
still medications can be necessary,
for serious ailments.
A mild drizzle, sprinkle drops,
forecasting, dark clouds overhead,
I rushed, taking out my bike,
trying to outrun, incoming rainfall.
Don't rain...
I prayed to divine powers,
to delay the inevitable showers,
till I reach, arrive at destination,
with dry cloths and footwear.
I picked up the pace,
hearing rumble of distant thunder,
navigating through the traffic,
cursing the slower vehicles.
I could smell the moisture,
a hint of pleasant petrichor,
but my mind is occupied,
in covering distance to my home.
A sudden flash, followed by roar,
I got caught, in a downpour,
drenched from head to toe,
not enough time to wear raincoat!
I found refuge under makeshift shed,
watching the relentless sheet of gray,
soaked to the bone, shivering in the chill,
as puddles formed, trees sway violently.
Don't rain...
I whispered one last time,
then admired this monsoon surprise,
as nature itself comes alive,
when sky and earth entwined.
Who am I to stop this union,
for my own convenience!
A breakthrough in synthetic biology,
developing world's first "bottom-up" cell,
capable of completing full life cycle.
Spudcell...
Irregular, blobby shape resembling potato,
can feed, grow, and replicate their genome,
using non-living chemical components.
Created in soup of molecules, genes & lipids,
spontaneously formed cell-like membranes,
as if performing a miracle.
Researchers celebrate achieving milestone,
still, there are doubts, some hesitations,
to consider this cell truly alive.
It can't manufacture its own ribosomes,
borrowed components degrade over time,
lineage failing after 5 to 10 generations.
Spudcells...
As we ponder on threshold for life,
would we consider it superior to viruses,
when viruses can survive while it decays.
For, scientific definitions are clear,
triad of metabolic network, membrane & information carrier,
which were fulfilled by Spudcell.
Still, it is early to speculate,
we don't know how things evolve,
and we might form artificial life!
When pride triumphs feelings,
It creates dangerous conditions,
Where surface seems peaceful,
But over an active volcano,
Waiting to erupt...
With the slightest trigger.
And each lies, every excuses,
Becomes means to assert dominance,
We may feel satisfied by our positions,
But in reality, we are losing trust,
Compromising integrity, corrupting character.
The distinction we made,
to experience conversations,
which doesn't bore us,
by floating on the surface.
What is depth?
We need introductions,
before delving into unknown,
to develop strong affinity,
to pursue it till the end.
We have varied interests,
which may align, lead to disagreements,
forcing us to choose, make adjustments,
maintain balance, need arrangements.
There are genuine concerns,
lack of effort, giving due attention,
creating ideal conditions to interact,
gradually diving into deeper parts.
So, what is depth...
It's too subjective a value,
to label our preferences,
when a future being lost,
falling victim to impatience.
"You should try therapy,
it would be a great help,
having assisted in my healing,
I vouch for its effectiveness"
She said it nonchalantly,
as if it's a natural thing,
making me perplexed,
of what it supposed to mean.
She was the confident one,
taking challenges head on,
achieved so much in life,
that were aspired by many.
So I ponder the reasons,
modern women seeking therapy,
something reserved for specific issues,
entering into normal conversations.
Does lifestyle change play a role,
burdens associated with being independent,
loss of community, outsourcing connections,
a healing journey, or finding validations?
Seeking therapy...
From medical treatment to wellness model,
there's a cultural shift in the narratives,
it reduced the stigma around mental health,
yet, romanticized it into something regressive...
When used to deflect responsibilities!
We have been told,
to picture our dreams,
believing it wholeheartedly,
for wishes to manifest.
Many are skeptical,
doubting veracity of claims,
who questions firm believers,
to show them such miracles.
Manifestations...
I wonder how many prevailed,
securing a seat at the top,
boasting of a winning mindset,
brought them closer to the goal.
For, when we have achievements,
we tend to exaggerate moments,
which were part of ordinary,
but played important role in success.
And they overlook a thousand things,
that were abandoned, lost in journey,
getting diverted from starting point,
a radical departure from what they have been.
Then again, when we count outcomes,
not the efforts, and disappointments,
we prefer to emphasize progresses,
which projects our competence.
Manifestations...
In the cacophony of praises,
we drown the helpless cries,
of those unfortunate ones,
who have lost to the competitions.
They, too, have trusted themselves,
pouring heart & soul on the subject,
still faced obstacles, even failures,
obscured from sights, as others dazzles...
Who truly won, lottery of manifestations!
(P.S. I believe in manifestations, but also a practical person. We must work towards our dreams along with keeping our faith in the universe)
It's a generation thing,
or changing lifestyles,
as people replacing meals,
by popping a pill.
In the era of micromanagement,
there's an emergence of supplements,
markets flooded with options,
multivitamins, and dietary gummies.
This sudden surge, as rapid boom,
is not happening in a vacuum,
but shows alarming concerns,
of modern living, & changing nutrition.
Industrial farming has depleted the soil,
reducing availability of vitamins & minerals,
while cooking is replaced by conveniences,
for saving time, adding some insurances.
There's also rise of health issues,
byproducts of stress and exposures,
pushing towards preventive measures,
as promoted by social media influencers.
Popping a pill, I was thrilled,
to fill the gap, clear the bills,
body demands, deficiencies impacts,
to reach closer, to healthier me!
It's your life,
it's your decisions,
path you have taken,
determines the outcomes,
so, don't make it a burden...
We all have our dreams,
been given different options,
but choices were made,
taking many considerations.
There will be sacrifices,
facing trials & tribulations,
still, we could endure hardships,
when efforts come to fruition.
It's a universal occurrence,
some facing few, others more,
testing limits of our tolerance,
and depth of the character.
One can rebel, or to grovel,
acting as victim, or get empowered,
when they react, to the pressures,
having the patience, or show frustrations.
Don't make it a burden...
Face challenges with determinations,
overcome obstacles to attain positions,
be it your professional, or personal life,
dedicate yourself with love & devotion,
when you have made a choice,
provide sustained cooperation!
I always wondered,
how different or similar,
they live around the world...
So I watched,
as they showcased,
walking down the roads,
in local street markets.
And I saw them experience,
be it Europe, Asia, or America,
them rushing for the work,
buying & selling products,
electric wires tangling overhead,
dented scooters, broken vases,
some places were messy,
while others clean, being cared
And I felt a connection,
observing routines, their interactions,
there's a charm, even in imperfections.
It is something I have missed,
while browsing through high societies,
with tall buildings, elite neighborhoods,
projecting aesthetics of perfections,
lacking these gritty, cultural markers,
as if detached from the realities.
Then again, it all depends,
on the lifestyle, I have lived,
experiences might be different,
for the ones from higher societies,
where streets become foreign,
while affluent lifestyles,
feels closer to home.
In the end, we all crave,
for that shared experiences!
From ancient times, human species are flexiterian omnivores. Their menu depended on climate, geography and cultural era.
So, people can be vegan, vegetarian, and non-vegetarian under the ambit of our evolution. Even now, what we eat or how we eat is influenced by availability, interests, culture, and environmental conditions. Like people in temperate climate or colder regions are high-meat diet while people living in tropical or equatorial locations have high-plant diet.
Personally, I have a plant centric diet, with occasional inclusions of meat, predominantly eggs, and fish. It is primarily influenced by upbringing, as part of vegetarian household and a general aversion for animal-based diet.
I, like many in global communities, consider egg as vegetarian and as per traditions, consider milk product as best nutrition.
But I completely understand the allure of protein heavy and highly pleasing taste of meats of higher animals be it chicken, mutton, pork, or others.
The use of livestock as food resources can't be ignored when we see how much entrenched they are in people lifestyles. Still, I also understand the viewpoint of animal lovers to reduce sufferings of these sentient creatures. That is the very reason I have limited my intake, in special days or celebrations. Does it make me a hypocrite?
Looking back, I always had soft spot for animals. I stopping fishing in childhood, because I couldn't see them struggling once captured and taken out. Avoided the visits to meat stall or butchery. Even recently when visited chilika lake, I avoided crab curry because he asked me to choose the crab to kill and make it fresh.
They say, people will stop eating non-vegetarian in commercial setups when they see how animals are treated in slaughterhouse. Sometimes I wonder how people can regularly visit or work in such places without impacting their mental health. Have they become numb, or lost their abilities for empathy or compassion. Then again, they have to feed their families, and someone had to do these works. Hunting is separate thing, when done for pleasure, thrill and display of power.
So, I don't think we could reach any consesus on choosing our diets.
I like the world today,
this era of globalization,
having access to knowledge,
which expands our perceptions.
Having secured their basic survival,
people have become more conscious,
valuing aesthetics and individuality,
with care for environmental concerns.
For, we now have the conveniences,
allowing moments for inquisitiveness,
reading, writing, indulging in plays,
creating personal space in digital age.
Our diets have become diverse,
learning to optimize our nutrition,
we kept moving towards efficiency,
both in quantities and flavors.
There's a drive for sustainable practices,
we have been learning from mistakes,
using technologies and innovations,
to diversify the source of essentials.
Yet, things haven't changed much,
with acceleration of modernization,
population still puts massive pressure,
through our consumption of resources.
I like the world today,
as civilizations have matured enough,
still greed for power & possessions,
fuels the engine of global systems.
Hopefully, with newer technologies,
we arrive at universal consensus,
to protect, to cherish, to revive,
what we have damaged...
I got bored,
doing routine chores,
these daily grinds,
of attending works.
I was supposed to have fun,
being passionate for my job,
feeling of joy and excitements,
occupying my thoughts.
Yet, days were ordinary & predictable,
there's no enthusiasm in my heart,
performing duties, engage in hobbies,
splitting time between office & home.
Sometimes having existential crisis,
re-evaluate my current directions,
of desires and wishes fulfilled,
beyond the graveyards of aspirations.
Daily chores...
When I navigate real world,
I become weary of repetitions,
in the monotony of living,
for paychecks or elusive goals.
But then, I heard a voice,
speaking of my contributions,
bringing smile in the faces,
facing hardships, & sufferings.
And I kept going...
I tried to evade,
look past the traits,
which seem intimidating,
disappointing at best.
Burn the bridge...
An intuitive nudge,
I tried to ignore,
optimistic in outlook,
I opened the doors.
And it flooded,
bringing the elements,
of something raw,
of something important.
Never have I felt,
feelings so intimate,
ignoring warning signs,
occasionally surfaced,
driven by hormones,
and naive imaginations,
I indulge on the treats.
Burn the bridge...
From fairy tales,
I was thrown into real world,
asking difficult questions,
which were much needed.
Each time I gave a chance,
endured conflicting viewpoints,
it furthered the distance,
till nothing remained.
Bring back sweetness,
sprinkled into our hearts,
this world has become toxic,
poisoning people's thoughts,
making them weigh actions,
building walls for precautions,
seeking benefits from interactions,
than genuinely enjoy talks.
It was much easier in childhood,
or villages, untouched by modernity,
when interactions were sincere,
now becoming memories of past,
For, we have been conditioned,
limiting perceptions for our growth,
putting burdens of expectations,
misplaced priorities, for fleeting successes.
Bring back sweetness,
enshrined in gentle hearts,
which softens the atmosphere,
filling it with tenderness & comfort,
when it doesn't remain situational,
shared unfiltered in conversations,
irrespective of age, and relations,
creating warm and happy world.
Sometimes we face situations,
where we run into hurdles,
as we embarked on the journey,
towards specific goals in mind.
From mild annoyance, to distress,
we might react to the predicament,
caught off guard, being at a loss,
we may experience thought paralysis.
Then there are optimistic fellows,
using the setbacks as opportunities,
to explore new, uncharted paths,
to clear objectives, salvage goals.
For, it's not end of the world,
sometimes things goes wary,
even with the precautions taken,
we have to be prepared, for eventuality.
Change of plans...
Not something we want,
but remain open to possibilities,
without taking it to hearts,
then maybe, we were blessed...
With something pleasant!
Too passionate a performance,
seeking hearts for resonance,
stirring emotions of the audiences,
for leaving a lasting impact.
One, two, there are many,
from pioneers to newer talents,
each bringing something different,
to capture the attentions.
When atmosphere is charged,
they consume energy so vast,
engaging senses of spectators,
till their interests were lost.
For, there's a limit to our concentration,
there's evaluations and distractions,
if things happens as continuous sets,
some participants have advantages.
Too passionate a performance,
with similar skills and competence,
creates a vicious cycle of fortunes,
demanding ingenuity and artfulness.
May be, many develop the tools,
to gently hold, shifting the moods,
touching baselines, increasing thresholds,
providing a fighting chance...
For performance!
