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 As I recollect there was a poster which said this about school days ..'there was one day we all went out to play together , not knowing that this would be our last day together' It was so true that somewhere I saw this unfolding everywhere. Especially when my father was down with leukemia, this quote hit me out of blue.  He was an active guy and was very much into travelling around with his scooty. But there was one last day where he rode it to market, one last day where he bought fresh veggies, one last day where he sat on the drawing room sofa, one last day where he laid on his own bed...one l;ast day whjere he saw his own garden... How many last days we pass without ever thinking it through. How many poignant moments we have trivialised in our lives and will continue to do so.. There will be one last day we will see our loved ones, one last day we will  eat our fav food one last day whjere we will walk and one last day where we will live... The bigness of this hits yo...

 Todya is not a very particular Landmark Day ..its just a day i felt like writing . As I cross the 40s and face a kind of confusing landscape..I look at our generation, my generatiuon with a different set of eyes . My generation , the half confused the half fearful generation who made all the mistakes trying to balance the great expectations. What struck me partticular was the state of marriage in that generation. Almost none of the men are even remotely happy and quite a few martriages are either broken or are trudgiong on. What exactly was the mating game and its success parameters of our generation? Esp Men.. We had moved out of our small towns and become reasonably successfull. We were supposedly more liberal and modern than our fathers. we were feminists , progressive and 'better'. We didnt want to put our partners thru whhat our fathers had put our mothers through. Since we could crack C++ we could crack life. Then we met a set of women who also had moved from small town ...

a Memory is a fascinating and complex cognitive process that plays a fundamental role in our daily lives. One intriguing aspect of memory is its strong connection with locations. The link between memory and locations, often referred to as "spatial memory," is an essential element of human cognition. In this essay, we will explore the various ways in which memory and locations are interconnected. 1. Environmental Cues and Memory Recall: One of the most direct linkages between memory and locations is the way our brain associates memories with specific places or environments. When we experience an event or learn something new in a particular location, our brain creates associations between the memory and the sensory cues from that location, such as visual, auditory, or olfactory cues. When we return to that location, the environmental cues can trigger the recall of the associated memory. This phenomenon is known as context-dependent memory and has practical applications, such a...

 At its core, the question "who" seeks to understand the essence of a person, an entity, or even a thing. It is a question that prompts us to reflect on what defines us as individuals, what distinguishes us from others, and what makes us unique. When someone asks, "Who are you?" they are inviting a profound exploration of one's identity, values, experiences, and beliefs.ho do I call out to? Who does actually has any stake in me. Having fought thru idiotic and really low level parents who most likely were good for nothing and are now eating off my earnings? Who do i blame except myself who could not see that I was only being the cash cow and delivering milk to my parents and family.  ..? Who really can I hold accountable for the shit of the life I am living despite having worked my ass off in a good position.. at forty five I M  a spent energy having fuelled this ungrateful family . Had i had my own maybe I would have had a better life maybe not. What's that ...

  Life, with its intricate tapestry of experiences, emotions, and moments, is a treasure that often eludes our full appreciation. It is a canvas where we paint our dreams, a symphony where we compose our stories, and a garden where we nurture our relationships. Life, in all its complexities and simplicities, is truly lovely. First and foremost, life is a journey filled with endless possibilities. From the moment we take our first breath, we embark on a voyage into the unknown. This journey, with its twists and turns, challenges and triumphs, is what makes life so enchanting. Every day is a new chapter, a fresh page waiting to be written. It offers us the opportunity to learn, grow, and evolve into better versions of ourselves. It is in these moments of growth and self-discovery that we find the loveliness of life. Moreover, life is a magnificent tapestry woven from the threads of countless experiences. Each experience, whether joyful or sorrowful, contributes to the rich fabric of ...

  Amidst the velvet tapestry of night, A silvery sentinel takes its flight. O moon, enchantress of the skies, In your ethereal glow, my heart complies. You waltz through heavens with grace untold, A beacon of dreams in the cosmic fold. Each phase you don, a tender guise, A mirror to passions that never dies. In crescent's cradle, a sliver of light, You whisper of promises, tender and bright. A harbinger of love, so shy and meek, In your crescent's curve, secrets we seek. Then waxing gibbous, you steadily grow, Like love's steady ember, a fervent glow. Your gentle ascent stirs hearts anew, As passion's flame ignites, a love so true. Full moon, you rise in splendor and grace, A radiant smile on the night's embrace. With your luminous gaze, you watch us below, Mapping our paths where the heartstrings flow. In the depths of midnight, your luminescence gleams, Guiding lost souls through life's intricate seams. Oh, moon, you're a lantern in the dark, A celestial c...

 Life, an intricate tapestry woven from a myriad of moments and choices, presents us with a ceaseless array of dilemmas. The human journey is marked by the constant interplay between desires and responsibilities, aspirations and limitations, hopes and fears. This perpetual dilemma shapes our paths and molds our characters, defining the essence of our existence. From the earliest crossroads of childhood to the intricate decisions of adulthood, life's dilemmas confront us with intricate challenges. The choices we make often reflect not only our desires but also our values and priorities. Do we follow our passions or heed the practicalities? Do we embrace risk or seek security? These questions, like threads in a labyrinthine maze, guide us through the intricate terrain of decision-making. At times, the dilemma of life manifests as the tension between individual desires and societal expectations. Society's norms and conventions impose their own set of options and judgments, causing...

Death, an enigma that has captivated human thoughts and emotions for millennia, stands as an immutable part of the human experience. It is an existential inevitability that evokes a range of responses, from fear to curiosity, sorrow to acceptance. Through its omnipresence, death compels us to consider the very essence of our existence and the fragility of life. The concept of death has shaped diverse cultural, religious, and philosophical frameworks, each offering insights into its significance. In religious contexts, death often symbolizes a transition to an afterlife or another realm. Different cultures have rituals and ceremonies to honor the departed, providing comfort to those left behind and emphasizing the interconnectedness of life and death. In philosophical musings, death frequently serves as a driving force for reflection and introspection. The eminent philosopher Socrates posited that philosophy is a practice of learning how to die, implying that contemplating mortality can...

  In shadows deep, where questions reside, The meaning of life we seek to confide. A puzzle unsolved, a riddle untamed, The essence of purpose, forever unnamed. We dance through days, like leaves in the breeze, Chasing illusions, searching for ease. Yet every step taken, every dream we pursue, Echoes the void, the unanswered clue. Stars in the sky, so distant and bright, Teach us the art of embracing the night. For in their quiet twinkle, we find a decree, That life's true meaning is not what we see. A canvas of moments, both joy and despair, Brushstrokes of laughter, whispers of care. Yet under the surface, a current unseen, A river of questions, forever serene. In laughter, in tears, in stories untold, Lies the tapestry of life, a mystery bold. For meaning's a whisper, a secret concealed, In the folds of existence, it's slowly revealed. So let us not falter, in our quest to explore, The depths of our purpose, the heart's inner core. For even in meaninglessness, there...

 What exactly is the end game? Earn money? and Die?

 Life sometimes puts you into a set of events which spiral into am abyss where you are falling fast and the supports you try clutching to fall off like straws   It's as of in years of living you have made no freinds or partners who have an emotional stake in you living.  Initially you think maybe you are not alone. People whim you have trusted will genuinely come to your help in these times.  As that illusion wears off slowly you come across the truth that they were really never there... The dual shock of situations and the illusion breaking is like a stone on your chest that doesn't let you breathe  .... all vestiges of happiness and life suddenly seems meaningless ...hopefully you will survive... I have never felt so alone At some level I have come to a realization that I will never be loved or wanted by anyone except maybe my father who ..well anyway .. that thing hits hard. that it is a very sad life for most men...some run thru the charade longer but y...

 What happens when we sleep ....? What exactly makes that 6-7 hrs go away from your life  (no dreams sleep).  Its like suddenly you go 'off' ' and become alive next day...its really strange as to how you 'die' mentally and again come back... Is it the same for death. ? Seeing people in hospital, seeing dead people wheeled out of ICUS, accident victims...I frankly dont know if I am mentally comfortable with the idea of death. Its all around us and every moment of our confident lives is a probabilty of death ...its right there . Yet I dont think I am ready to digest the idea of me dying...What I am scared of is the pain and suffering before the death...and what exacty is the most painless way to die ? How will death come to me ? will it be 3 seconds of instant pain or a long suffering between life and death? I dont know...the surety of life actually seems very fragile ,very weak....

 The world is a confusing place..no one actually knows anything much but has somehow figured how to survive. The beauty of survival and life is such that unless one makes an  centrated and sincere effort to die ,the world will keep you alive. Weather that's beautiful or painful is another question.  What if you do  not want to survive? Amd you do not want to die? Atkeast not by your own efforts ...? What if you just wanted "not to be" ? Not to be ...in the sense that you just cease to exist...painlessly and animoysly...just dissappear for the world and even yourself. What exactly would such "not being" be ? Bliss ? Pain ? Nothing?  You keep the murmur about ' aim of living " ...point of life...purpose in life...wat does these actually mean when all of this is going to end in a pile of dead matter ?  Call it nihilism,  fatalism whatever..calling it anything doesn't actually mean or solve anything  . It just labels something and leaves it into a sma...

 Its Sad , Sad to crumble Sad to die... One more day .. Of unneccesary say.. Stopping, Stalling , masses  Thick fog and dirty water.. Its sad.. The empty and unconcerned.. Mediocore,mundane ...meh Its sad.. Time running out.. the last days imagined.. Pain, suffocation and weight... Its sad  Flashing images, distant tunes.. Hazy memories, slurry words... Slipping .. Its sad...