tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13136528064718948552024-03-13T20:27:00.424+05:30Pebbles...Always speak the truth..even if your voice shakes ....Pihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08830152099707559609noreply@blogger.comBlogger259125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313652806471894855.post-65433841020721378692024-03-04T12:31:00.001+05:302024-03-04T12:31:14.302+05:30<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF7wS_TuIvuk17qvM_etsMugKjZgEKy-DaEM6E9HJ_9jI7-POTmTsw8J0tZU7eZLmK0AK62HO3h2pWRCOd85f9b1tRmGv5WMDxkjpRM0Xoiv5b8cjazuwM9-1fx7ssyJtVCBUiMH9YyJkWLrkpncGOSvFwJE0D-ud52qU0VqBY-aWWG-LxNpAO2-Nl0P4/s1080/Screenshot_20240303_234402_LinkedIn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1054" data-original-width="1080" height="312" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF7wS_TuIvuk17qvM_etsMugKjZgEKy-DaEM6E9HJ_9jI7-POTmTsw8J0tZU7eZLmK0AK62HO3h2pWRCOd85f9b1tRmGv5WMDxkjpRM0Xoiv5b8cjazuwM9-1fx7ssyJtVCBUiMH9YyJkWLrkpncGOSvFwJE0D-ud52qU0VqBY-aWWG-LxNpAO2-Nl0P4/s320/Screenshot_20240303_234402_LinkedIn.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Pihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08830152099707559609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313652806471894855.post-4116950181162405702023-12-29T18:12:00.002+05:302023-12-29T18:12:24.804+05:30One last day<p> 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. </p><p>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...</p><p>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..</p><p>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...</p><p>The bigness of this hits you verymuch when you realise that maybe its a good thing we do not realise this othwerise we will be plunged into an unbearable sadness of living ..maybe its all for the good we never mark our last days ....</p>Pihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08830152099707559609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313652806471894855.post-1181289176297811912023-11-19T21:58:00.004+05:302023-11-19T21:58:32.174+05:30The Monkeys who got whart they wanted <p> 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..</p><p>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 and were well groomed and hot. In comparisions to the girls in our families these were the new progressive gakls who wore tights and knew the difference between lavender and purple. They were few and there was a rush for the goods at the top. We changed, modified, fought within ourselves to get these women . And these new women felt like a trophy. Especially when we could see that they were the perfect mix of tradition and modern we always looked for. Marriages happened with the man on the backfoot and these rare girls dicatting terms whoich didnt feel so bad. Aftyer all hadnt we won the trophies. We felt top of the world. My generations success stories all ended up with these noveu modern ultra chick and sniggered at the rest of us who had married 'normal'plain jane girls..</p><p>Yet as time went by these trophy wives turned into a liabilty. Some were sluts .some lazy and some lazy sluts. The fact that they earned at sometime or are earning now made all perks of marriage to men ..unavailable. Sex was absent, a warm meal was a dream. the children were left to nannies and most men unable to reconcile the betrayal turned to wine, smoke and fitness overdrive..</p><p>Its a sad reality that today they are ruing the same success that they were enamoured of. Todays generation esp men is wiser..having expieranced women in all their forms early. They dont let the miniskirt sway theor opinion. They have seen many unlike my generation...hopefully they wont make the same mistakes ..meri wali waisi nahin ,,kisi din ye tamasha muskuraa kar hum bhi dekhenge</p>Pihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08830152099707559609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313652806471894855.post-14232668426447147272023-11-04T13:44:00.001+05:302023-11-04T13:44:08.618+05:30The beauty of a place<p><span style="font-family: Anton; font-size: x-small;">a<span style="background-color: #f7f7f8; color: #374151; white-space-collapse: preserve;">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.</span></span></p><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(69,89,164,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: #f7f7f8; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; color: #374151; margin: 1.25em 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="font-family: Anton; font-size: x-small;"><span style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(69,89,164,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; color: var(--tw-prose-bold); font-weight: 600;">1. Environmental Cues and Memory Recall:</span>
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 as using the location of study to help recall information during exams.</span></p><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(69,89,164,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: #f7f7f8; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; color: #374151; margin: 1.25em 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="font-family: Anton; font-size: x-small;"><span style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(69,89,164,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; color: var(--tw-prose-bold); font-weight: 600;">2. Wayfinding and Spatial Memory:</span>
Spatial memory is crucial for navigation and wayfinding. It enables us to remember routes, landmarks, and locations, facilitating our ability to navigate through our environment. For instance, when you visit a new city and explore its streets, your brain forms a mental map of the area, incorporating landmarks and routes. This spatial memory helps you find your way around and even remember where specific shops or attractions are located.</span></p><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(69,89,164,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: #f7f7f8; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; color: #374151; margin: 1.25em 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="font-family: Anton; font-size: x-small;"><span style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(69,89,164,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; color: var(--tw-prose-bold); font-weight: 600;">3. The Method of Loci:</span>
The method of loci is a mnemonic technique that capitalizes on the strong link between memory and locations. It involves associating items or information with specific locations or landmarks in a familiar place, like your home. When you need to recall the information, you mentally revisit these locations, triggering the associated memories.</span></p><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(69,89,164,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: #f7f7f8; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; color: #374151; margin: 1.25em 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="font-family: Anton; font-size: x-small;"><span style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(69,89,164,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; color: var(--tw-prose-bold); font-weight: 600;">4. Emotional Associations:</span>
Locations can also be strongly linked to emotional memories. For example, a childhood home may evoke a sense of nostalgia and recall many emotional memories from that period of one's life. Similarly, places associated with significant life events, like a wedding venue or the spot where someone proposed, can trigger vivid emotional memories.</span></p><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(69,89,164,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: #f7f7f8; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; color: #374151; margin: 1.25em 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="font-family: Anton; font-size: x-small;"><span style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(69,89,164,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; color: var(--tw-prose-bold); font-weight: 600;">5. Alzheimer's Disease and Spatial Memory Decline:</span>
Conversely, the loss of spatial memory is a common symptom in individuals with Alzheimer's disease. Patients may struggle to recognize familiar places, become disoriented in their own homes, or lose the ability to navigate effectively. This decline in spatial memory highlights the profound impact that location has on memory and cognition.</span></p><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(69,89,164,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: #f7f7f8; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; color: #374151; margin: 1.25em 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="font-family: Anton; font-size: x-small;"><span style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(69,89,164,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; color: var(--tw-prose-bold); font-weight: 600;">6. Digital Technology and Spatial Memory:</span>
In the age of smartphones and navigation apps, the way we interact with locations has evolved. We now rely on digital tools for navigation, which can impact our spatial memory. People may remember fewer routes or landmarks since they rely on devices to navigate for them.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Anton; font-size: x-small;"><span style="background-color: #f7f7f8; color: #374151; white-space-collapse: preserve;">In conclusion, the linkages between memory and locations are multifaceted and integral to our daily lives. Our brains naturally associate memories with the locations where they were formed, and this connection influences our ability to recall information, navigate our surroundings, and even shape our emotional experiences. Understanding this relationship is not only fascinating from a cognitive perspective but also has practical implications for improving memory and optimizing the way we interact with our environment.</span> The beauty of Mumbai was something I truly belived i. It was linked to a a series of memories..travels on locals, walks on the marine drive , small cafes of samovar and the lilting melodies of 'rim jhim giire sawan ..' almost echoing through the beacground slideshow. Mumbai meant a lot of things ..especially south mumbai . Visits to Jahangir, the kala ghoda and churchills are etched in a sort of 'good feel'. I felt home, warm ..happy. But as things went by the memories faded away to give in to memories of Delhi...the centrral and south delhi open vistas the walks into the bylanes of chandni chowk and all the food tasting etc in and out ...Delhi filled in the void of mumbai memories ..the triveni and the lota kind of expanded the idea of what could be ...gradually delhi filled in my heart and mind..the roads, the traffic , the metro..it was all I wanted to be happy...And then again I have moved on . In search of maybe a better place to place my meories </span></p>Pihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08830152099707559609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313652806471894855.post-52737666113554476172023-09-10T10:56:00.000+05:302023-09-10T10:56:08.256+05:30Dr Who<div class="sticky top-0 z-10 flex items-center border-b border-white/20 bg-gray-800 pl-1 pt-1 text-gray-200 sm:pl-3 md:hidden" style="--tw-bg-opacity: 1; --tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(69,89,164,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-text-opacity: 1; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; align-items: center; border-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.2); border-image: initial; border-style: solid; border-width: 0px 0px 1px; box-sizing: border-box; color: rgba(217,217,227,var(--tw-text-opacity)); display: flex; padding-left: 0.25rem; padding-top: 0.25rem; position: sticky; top: 0px; z-index: 10;"><br /></div><p> 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 blame going to work . I am not so angry at anything as I am angry at myself for having the capacity for such foolishness. It just took me one tear of being with them to understand their true colors as an couple of really utter worthless lives who have lost lost and lost due to their attitude and laziness. ..fuck how much of a fool I was. </p><p><br /></p><p>The question "who" is among the most fundamental inquiries of human existence. It is a query that delves deep into the heart of identity and self-awareness, sparking contemplation on both an individual and societal level. In a mere three letters, "who" encapsulates a complex web of philosophical, psychological, and existential ponderings.</p><p><br /></p><p>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.</p><p><br /></p><p>On an individual level, answering the question "who" requires introspection and self-discovery. It prompts us to examine our past, our present, and our aspirations for the future. It encourages us to consider our roles and relationships in society, our cultural and personal backgrounds, and the values that guide our decisions. In essence, it pushes us to construct a narrative of our own existence, a story that explains who we are and why we matter.</p><p><br /></p><p>Beyond individual identity, the question "who" extends to society as a whole. It sparks inquiries into group identities, such as nationality, ethnicity, religion, and gender. These collective identities often shape our perspectives, values, and interactions with others. The interplay between individual and group identities can be complex, as individuals may identify with multiple groups, each influencing their sense of self in different ways.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Pihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08830152099707559609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313652806471894855.post-8218028622990507992023-09-06T19:38:00.006+05:302023-09-06T19:39:39.960+05:30The Beauty of Life: An Ode to its Loveliness<p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> <span face="Söhne, ui-sans-serif, system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"" style="background-color: #f7f7f8; color: #374151; white-space-collapse: preserve;">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.</span></span></p><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(69,89,164,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: #f7f7f8; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; color: #374151; margin: 1.25em 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">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.</span></p><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(69,89,164,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: #f7f7f8; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; color: #374151; margin: 1.25em 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">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 our lives. The taste of a delicious meal, the warmth of a hug from a loved one, the thrill of a new adventure, or the comfort of a quiet evening by the fireplace—all these moments add color and depth to our existence. Even in times of adversity, we find the strength to persevere, and in doing so, we uncover the resilience that makes life all the more beautiful.</span></p><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(69,89,164,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: #f7f7f8; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; margin: 1.25em 0px;"><span face="Söhne, ui-sans-serif, system-ui, -apple-system, Segoe UI, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, Noto Sans, sans-serif, Helvetica Neue, Arial, Apple Color Emoji, Segoe UI Emoji, Segoe UI Symbol, Noto Color Emoji" style="color: #374151;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; white-space-collapse: preserve;">I frankly am on the verge of falling apart. At forty five I havent achieved much. ..only fucked myself for a family which is hardly worth it. I dont have an offspring...i look at my friend's and the lost life and times. Love is non existent even the people I have loved unconditionally It just feels like a visible failure with no one and nothing by my side. Sometimes I wish there was a way to vanish and die without pain. I have faced too much pain..no more will to live . Wish it would end someday soon</span></span></p><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(69,89,164,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: #f7f7f8; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; color: #374151; margin: 1.25em 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Additionally, life is a celebration of human connections. It is through our relationships with family, friends, and even strangers that we experience some of the most profound and heartwarming moments. The laughter shared with friends, the support of a loving family, and the camaraderie of a close-knit community all remind us of the loveliness of life. These connections give us a sense of belonging and purpose, enriching our lives in ways that cannot be measured.</span></p><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(69,89,164,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: #f7f7f8; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; color: #374151; margin: 1.25em 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Furthermore, life offers us the gift of creativity and self-expression. Whether it is through art, music, writing, or any other form of expression, we have the opportunity to create and share our innermost thoughts and emotions with the world. The act of creation is not only fulfilling but also a testament to the limitless possibilities of the human spirit. It reminds us that life's loveliness can be found in our ability to shape the world around us.</span></p><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(69,89,164,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: #f7f7f8; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; color: #374151; margin: 1.25em 0px 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">In conclusion, life is a precious gift, a journey of self-discovery, a tapestry of experiences, a celebration of relationships, and a canvas for creativity. Its loveliness lies in the very fact that it is fleeting, in its impermanence and unpredictability. Each day is an opportunity to cherish the beauty of life, to savor its moments, and to embrace its wonders. As we navigate the highs and lows, let us remember that life's loveliness is a reflection of our ability to find joy, meaning, and purpose in every step of the journey. So, let us live each day with gratitude and a sense of wonder, for in doing so, we unlock the true beauty of life.</span></p>Pihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08830152099707559609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313652806471894855.post-40763567544294742102023-08-28T04:27:00.003+05:302023-08-28T04:27:48.432+05:30 Luminous Embrace<p> <span style="background-color: #f7f7f8; color: #374151; font-family: Söhne, ui-sans-serif, system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"; font-size: 16px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Amidst the velvet tapestry of night,</span></p><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(69,89,164,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: #f7f7f8; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; color: #374151; font-family: Söhne, ui-sans-serif, system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"; font-size: 16px; margin: 1.25em 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">A silvery sentinel takes its flight.
O moon, enchantress of the skies,
In your ethereal glow, my heart complies.</p><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(69,89,164,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: #f7f7f8; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; color: #374151; font-family: Söhne, ui-sans-serif, system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"; font-size: 16px; margin: 1.25em 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">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.</p><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(69,89,164,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: #f7f7f8; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; color: #374151; font-family: Söhne, ui-sans-serif, system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"; font-size: 16px; margin: 1.25em 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">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.</p><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(69,89,164,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: #f7f7f8; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; color: #374151; font-family: Söhne, ui-sans-serif, system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"; font-size: 16px; margin: 1.25em 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">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.</p><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(69,89,164,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: #f7f7f8; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; color: #374151; font-family: Söhne, ui-sans-serif, system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"; font-size: 16px; margin: 1.25em 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">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.</p><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(69,89,164,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: #f7f7f8; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; color: #374151; font-family: Söhne, ui-sans-serif, system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"; font-size: 16px; margin: 1.25em 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">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 compass, a comforting spark.</p><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(69,89,164,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: #f7f7f8; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; color: #374151; font-family: Söhne, ui-sans-serif, system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"; font-size: 16px; margin: 1.25em 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">But even in wane, as your light recedes,
You teach us of love's enduring needs.
For love is not constant, nor always bright,
Yet it thrives in the shadows, in the absence of light.</p><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(69,89,164,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: #f7f7f8; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; color: #374151; font-family: Söhne, ui-sans-serif, system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"; font-size: 16px; margin: 1.25em 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Your craters and scars, a testament true,
That imperfections don't define the view.
In your battered surface, I find solace deep,
A metaphor for love, in secrets we keep.</p><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(69,89,164,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: #f7f7f8; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; color: #374151; font-family: Söhne, ui-sans-serif, system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"; font-size: 16px; margin: 1.25em 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Moonlit rendezvous in soft silver beams,
A canvas for love's most intimate dreams.
Under your gaze, hearts entwine,
Lost in a dance that transcends time.</p><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(69,89,164,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: #f7f7f8; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; color: #374151; font-family: Söhne, ui-sans-serif, system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"; font-size: 16px; margin: 1.25em 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">In your company, whispers take flight,
Promises exchanged in the still of night.
The moonlit symphony, a delicate song,
Love's melody echoing, tender and strong.</p><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(69,89,164,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: #f7f7f8; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; color: #374151; font-family: Söhne, ui-sans-serif, system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"; font-size: 16px; margin: 1.25em 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Moon, you're a witness to love's sweet refrain,
As it weaves through hearts like an endless chain.
In your tranquil glow, souls confide,
The stories of love they cannot hide.</p><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(69,89,164,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: #f7f7f8; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; color: #374151; font-family: Söhne, ui-sans-serif, system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"; font-size: 16px; margin: 1.25em 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">And in the moon's cradle, dreams are spun,
Two souls converging, becoming as one.
Love, like the moon, has its cycles too,
And through every phase, it remains ever true.</p><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(69,89,164,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: #f7f7f8; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; color: #374151; font-family: Söhne, ui-sans-serif, system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"; font-size: 16px; margin: 1.25em 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Moonlight bathes us in a soft, gentle hue,
Unveiling our passions, our vulnerabilities too.
Under your tender gaze, masks fall away,
And love's naked truth sees the light of day.</p><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(69,89,164,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: #f7f7f8; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; color: #374151; font-family: Söhne, ui-sans-serif, system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"; font-size: 16px; margin: 1.25em 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Oh, moon, you're a metaphor for love's sweet grace,
A reflection of longing on every face.
In your silvery aura, hearts find their home,
A love that's eternal, no matter where we roam.</p><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(69,89,164,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: #f7f7f8; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; color: #374151; font-family: Söhne, ui-sans-serif, system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"; font-size: 16px; margin: 1.25em 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">As the night sky's poet, you inspire the heart,
A symbol of love's every delicate part.
So let us bask in your radiant beams,
Lost in a love that transcends all dreams.</p><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(69,89,164,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: #f7f7f8; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; color: #374151; font-family: Söhne, ui-sans-serif, system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"; font-size: 16px; margin: 1.25em 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Moon, our celestial confidante so dear,
You've witnessed love's laughter, its sorrow, its cheer.
A guardian of secrets, a beacon of light,
Guiding us through the enigma of night.</p><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(69,89,164,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: #f7f7f8; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; color: #374151; font-family: Söhne, ui-sans-serif, system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"; font-size: 16px; margin: 1.25em 0px 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">In the expanse of your cosmic embrace,
Love finds its echo, its dwelling place.
Moon, luminous lover of the night,
In your tender glow, hearts take flight.</p>Pihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08830152099707559609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313652806471894855.post-80343897613277741152023-08-28T04:24:00.006+05:302023-08-28T04:24:54.549+05:30The Perpetual Dilemma of Life's Choices<p> 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.</p><p><br /></p><p>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.</p><p><br /></p><p>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 us to grapple with the balance between personal authenticity and the need for social harmony. The pursuit of individuality versus the embrace of belonging tugs at our thoughts, complicating the choices we must make.</p><p><br /></p><p>Furthermore, the passage of time adds another layer of complexity to life's dilemmas. Choices made in youth may echo into adulthood, and decisions taken in the present can ripple into the future. This temporal dimension, the interplay of immediate gratification and long-term consequences, requires us to weigh instant pleasures against lasting fulfillment.</p><p><br /></p><p>Yet, within these dilemmas lies a profound opportunity for growth. The act of wrestling with choices fosters self-awareness, resilience, and adaptability. It challenges us to examine our motivations, confront our biases, and test the boundaries of our comfort zones. The decisions we make, whether they lead to triumph or setback, contribute to the rich tapestry of our experiences.</p><p><br /></p><p>Ultimately, the essence of life's dilemma is not in its resolution but in its existence. The very act of wrestling with conflicting desires and complex circumstances is what propels us forward. It impels us to engage with life's intricacies, to learn from our choices, and to evolve as individuals.</p><p><br /></p><p>As we navigate the labyrinth of existence, let us recognize that life's dilemmas are not stumbling blocks but stepping stones. They invite us to embrace uncertainty, to confront the multifaceted nature of our humanity, and to shape our narratives with authenticity and purpose. The beauty of life's dilemmas lies in the journey of self-discovery and in the mosaic of choices that form the canvas of our lives.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Pihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08830152099707559609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313652806471894855.post-14145788602177200302023-08-28T04:22:00.003+05:302023-08-28T04:22:46.026+05:30 Contemplating the Inevitable: Reflections on Death<p><br /></p><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(69,89,164,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: #f7f7f8; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; color: #374151; font-family: Söhne, ui-sans-serif, system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"; font-size: 16px; margin: 1.25em 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">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.</p><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(69,89,164,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: #f7f7f8; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; color: #374151; font-family: Söhne, ui-sans-serif, system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"; font-size: 16px; margin: 1.25em 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">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.</p><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(69,89,164,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: #f7f7f8; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; color: #374151; font-family: Söhne, ui-sans-serif, system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"; font-size: 16px; margin: 1.25em 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">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 lead to a life of greater wisdom and purpose. Existentialist thinkers, like Jean-Paul Sartre, emphasized that awareness of death's inevitability brings forth personal responsibility and the freedom to choose how to live.</p><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(69,89,164,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: #f7f7f8; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; color: #374151; font-family: Söhne, ui-sans-serif, system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"; font-size: 16px; margin: 1.25em 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">From a psychological standpoint, the fear of death, known as "thanatophobia," has been studied extensively. This fear is often tied to uncertainties about what comes after death, prompting individuals to grapple with their beliefs, values, and life's meaning. Alternatively, some studies suggest that confronting mortality can lead to a phenomenon known as "mortality salience," wherein individuals strive to bolster their self-esteem and cultural identities as a defense mechanism against the anxiety of death.</p><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(69,89,164,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: #f7f7f8; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; color: #374151; font-family: Söhne, ui-sans-serif, system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"; font-size: 16px; margin: 1.25em 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Moreover, death's presence can infuse life with a profound sense of urgency and purpose. Knowing that our time is finite, we are prompted to seize the opportunities before us, to mend relationships, and to pursue our passions with unwavering dedication. It reminds us that life's beauty lies in its impermanence.</p><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(69,89,164,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: #f7f7f8; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; color: #374151; font-family: Söhne, ui-sans-serif, system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"; font-size: 16px; margin: 1.25em 0px 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">In conclusion, death's role in the human narrative is multi-faceted, influencing our perspectives on life, purpose, and existence. Whether approached through religious beliefs, philosophical pondering, psychological inquiry, or a mixture of these lenses, death remains a universal and potent subject that calls upon us to reflect on what it means to truly live. It is a reminder that the tapestry of human experience is woven from the threads of both life and its inevitable conclusion.</p>Pihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08830152099707559609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313652806471894855.post-88866486125906778592023-08-28T04:21:00.002+05:302023-08-28T04:21:54.879+05:30 In shadows deep<p> <span style="background-color: #f7f7f8; color: #374151; font-family: Söhne, ui-sans-serif, system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"; font-size: 16px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">In shadows deep, where questions reside,</span></p><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(69,89,164,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: #f7f7f8; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; color: #374151; font-family: Söhne, ui-sans-serif, system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px 0px 1.25em; white-space-collapse: preserve;">The meaning of life we seek to confide.
A puzzle unsolved, a riddle untamed,
The essence of purpose, forever unnamed.</p><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(69,89,164,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: #f7f7f8; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; color: #374151; font-family: Söhne, ui-sans-serif, system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"; font-size: 16px; margin: 1.25em 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">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.</p><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(69,89,164,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: #f7f7f8; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; color: #374151; font-family: Söhne, ui-sans-serif, system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"; font-size: 16px; margin: 1.25em 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">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.</p><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(69,89,164,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: #f7f7f8; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; color: #374151; font-family: Söhne, ui-sans-serif, system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"; font-size: 16px; margin: 1.25em 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">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.</p><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(69,89,164,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: #f7f7f8; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; color: #374151; font-family: Söhne, ui-sans-serif, system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"; font-size: 16px; margin: 1.25em 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">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.</p><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(69,89,164,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: #f7f7f8; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; color: #374151; font-family: Söhne, ui-sans-serif, system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"; font-size: 16px; margin: 1.25em 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">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's beauty to find,
In the journey itself, in the thoughts intertwined.</p><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(69,89,164,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: #f7f7f8; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; color: #374151; font-family: Söhne, ui-sans-serif, system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"; font-size: 16px; margin: 1.25em 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Embrace the enigma, let wonder take flight,
As we navigate this sea of endless night.
For in the quest for meaning, we're never alone,
United in our search, our hearts are known.</p><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(69,89,164,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: #f7f7f8; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; color: #374151; font-family: Söhne, ui-sans-serif, system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"; font-size: 16px; margin: 1.25em 0px 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">And though the answers may drift like the tide,
In the search itself, there's meaning to ride.
The meaninglessness of life, a canvas to paint,
With the hues of our passion, free from constraint.</p>Pihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08830152099707559609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313652806471894855.post-44498945510288863442023-08-28T04:18:00.002+05:302023-08-28T04:18:26.902+05:30What is the end game ?<p> What exactly is the end game? Earn money? and Die?</p>Pihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08830152099707559609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313652806471894855.post-85797581590401355542023-08-28T04:18:00.001+05:302023-08-28T04:18:06.595+05:30The unbearable pain of being<p> 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 </p><p>It's as of in years of living you have made no freinds or partners who have an emotional stake in you living. </p><p>Initially you think maybe you are not alone. People whim you have trusted will genuinely come to your help in these times. </p><p>As that illusion wears off slowly you come across the truth that they were really never there...</p><p>The dual shock of situations and the illusion breaking is like a stone on your chest that doesn't let you breathe </p><p>.... all vestiges of happiness and life suddenly seems meaningless ...hopefully you will survive...</p><p><br /></p><p>I have never felt so alone</p><p><br /></p><p>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 ..</p><p>that thing hits hard. that it is a very sad life for most men...some run thru the charade longer but yes its a fact that men will never be loved for their own selves but for a pure transational reason. Rest all is a cosmetic coverup...its a pretend play and if you do not play along ..most likely you will be bullied as being negative and dark etc....</p>Pihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08830152099707559609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313652806471894855.post-68538318278606497482023-08-18T04:23:00.001+05:302023-08-18T04:23:31.053+05:30The art of Dying <p> What happens when we sleep ....? What exactly makes that 6-7 hrs go away from your life </p><p>(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...</p><p>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.</p><p>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 ?</p><p>How will death come to me ? will it be 3 seconds of instant pain or a long suffering between life and death?</p><p>I dont know...the surety of life actually seems very fragile ,very weak....</p>Pihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08830152099707559609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313652806471894855.post-65385125053170192702023-05-04T11:19:00.002+05:302023-08-18T04:08:00.635+05:30The bearable art of being ...<p> 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. </p><p>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" ?</p><p>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? </p><p>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 ? </p><p>Call it nihilism, fatalism whatever..calling it anything doesn't actually mean or solve anything . It just labels something and leaves it into a small nest box .that's it. </p><p>POINT of life ..point of living actually doesn't make any sense. It makes sense in a way because the alternative is a painfull process. Otherwise living is pointless exercise ..a drain on your efforts . Rimming practically towards your own death huffing and puffing ...doesn't actually make any sense.</p><p>Especially when one sees that lack of love interest or just a stake ...living each day actually is a burden to bear. Yes it might not be a very motivational paradigm but the mind and heart actually gives up...if you don't matter to anyone if you really aren't happy what is the point of effort...? </p><p><br /></p><p>There are tow crtical milestones for any man ..and especially men. One is when he realises that it doesnt matter what people think of you as long as you have your mental peace and clarity and the second is when he realises that he will never be really loved ....</p><p><br /></p><p>While the first gives a man immense comfidence and pleasure , the second breaks him . But both are a must have to have some kind of closure in life ....</p><p><br /></p><p>The first is a liberating expierance and the second is a depressing one. A man who can cross these two humps with minimal damage will learn to be in a place of tranquilty and hapiness. </p><p><br /></p><p>The first realisation comes very early ....and the second one comes a bit late....most men sadly miss the two and as someone said 'live life of quiet desperation'..not ever knowing why they are played around by almost everyone in life. The faster these two hit men , the lesser is the pain. </p>Pihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08830152099707559609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313652806471894855.post-4841139212290580042023-01-25T17:52:00.000+05:302023-01-25T17:52:03.677+05:30Its Sad<p> Its Sad ,</p><p>Sad to crumble</p><p>Sad to die...</p><p>One more day ..</p><p>Of unneccesary say..</p><p>Stopping, Stalling , masses </p><p>Thick fog and dirty water..</p><p>Its sad..</p><p>The empty and unconcerned..</p><p>Mediocore,mundane ...meh</p><p>Its sad..</p><p>Time running out..</p><p>the last days imagined..</p><p>Pain, suffocation and weight...</p><p>Its sad </p><p>Flashing images, distant tunes..</p><p>Hazy memories, slurry words...</p><p>Slipping ..</p><p>Its sad...</p>Pihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08830152099707559609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313652806471894855.post-76216748344747525332022-09-21T23:35:00.003+05:302023-08-28T04:18:17.585+05:30Yeah<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-wlwU4H6NJMT1VLr9it9QO7g-KRl22jQsnQxAVdgqzNWUg7PDkxbt4WhD27s1v_UiADd6_nHotuLuYdfzi22tX9oG3Et7sLa2jsRMWYkMUufbqdLnWPQ8DBYo2qSnvEd7K59Sd2C7QLZ6JZ19BMym64Ucb_Pi1--TklOa2qwTld2HPuow7ZKBbhj7/s786/Screenshot_20220921-224722_Chrome.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="786" data-original-width="730" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-wlwU4H6NJMT1VLr9it9QO7g-KRl22jQsnQxAVdgqzNWUg7PDkxbt4WhD27s1v_UiADd6_nHotuLuYdfzi22tX9oG3Et7sLa2jsRMWYkMUufbqdLnWPQ8DBYo2qSnvEd7K59Sd2C7QLZ6JZ19BMym64Ucb_Pi1--TklOa2qwTld2HPuow7ZKBbhj7/s320/Screenshot_20220921-224722_Chrome.jpg" width="297" /></a></div><br /> Really ..do i ?<p></p><div>I have never felt this sense of despondent desperation ever before in my life . The loneliness and the fear that I face at this point in my life I can't share with anyone. It's like at the end of 40 years I haven't got anyone to share my emotions fear or trust. It's just a superficial hi helo stuff with people I thought were close. It's emotionally draining to see that people I trusted just don't have that stake in me. It's just a formality that becomes close as per convenience. Yes that's what it is ...convenience.</div><div>But yeah that being said, I have realised that I have to get beck on my back , either find genuine freinds or partem3rs but this prese t shit has to go. </div><div>No use dragging a superficial relationship beyond its expiry date.</div><div>.</div>Pihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08830152099707559609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313652806471894855.post-3228055230609974912022-08-09T18:32:00.001+05:302022-08-09T18:32:31.652+05:30Bapa <p> Bapa ,my father ...</p><p><br /></p><p>Coming from a big zamindaar family and being a very sensitive child , my father often had to face the short end of the deal in his family . His almost suicidally altruistic spirit landed him with loss of job, career and wealth even before we were born. Almost turned away by all those who he trusted , our family landed in Bhubaneswar with a little more than some jewelry and borrowings. The jewelry was stolen early and we were living off debts. Added to it the constant scourage of rental houses. </p><p>My early memories of bapa and maa was of him coming up on a cycle with groceries and me and sis being just happy to see him. We always felt that he had nothing in his mind except our comfort. Even the fights between maa and him were more or less about arranging stuff from us. His uprightness and in a way stubborness made him a hero in my mind. </p><p>I remember an incndent where maas jewelry was stolen and the police called him to the police station to identify the thief. The thief had sold off our jewelry but the kind inspector told us that we can have a part of the recovered loot...bapa flatly refused . That incident is still stuck in my mind...</p><p><br /></p><p>As we passed out of school we went thru really rough times as I was not clearing many entrances and I knew even those I had cleared there was no chance as we had no money. I remember him managing some money here and there to send us for interviews. I was really depressed and angry at him for not 'doing enough'. However he kept his cool and would silently absorb the barbs. He would some how have the patience to cut fruits and bring it in evening ...I really cant forget his patience and love.</p><p><br /></p><p>I got my job and moved out , my earnings suporting back home and sisters education. Sister moved out later, got a job and married. We moved into a house I bought and we got free of our rental woes...</p><p>Life moved on ...</p><p><br /></p><p>In november 22 , in a phone talk with me , he complained of 'slight' breathlessness. For a man who never complained about his health it was a shocking thing for me. I rushed back on that day flight and next day blood test showed haemoglobin to be low(4.5). Rushed to a known haematologist Dr Priyanka samal at SUM Hospital and she recommended two units of blood and further tests. </p><p>A few days later the tests dropped a bomb on me. It was Acute Myeloid Leukemia (M2) and he was almost 80. The doctor called me and explained me that chemo at this stage would be pretty bad so we must continue with blood transfusion.</p><p>I couldt convince bapa that it was not a simple anemia as he believed it to be. We would be giving blood transfusions almost every two monthes. I forbade him to drive his beloved scooty. </p><p>I had finished my leave and came back to delhi. He had meanwhile driven his scoooty to the ATM and had a vomiting episode on its steps. Panicked I rushed back home in feb 22 and we went for the obligatory blood tests and transfusion . He was ok after the transfusion and we had taken a small trip to see a farmland we intended to buy. On 25th march we went to see the land in a car and on returning he complained of tiredness and pain in his knee. He coudnt get up and had a fever of 103 for a day ..called up the doc and rushed him to hospital. The doctor decided that the leukematic fluid had leaked and we had to start chemo. </p><p>It was the first time I had seen him go lifeless in my hands and I lost my mental balance in hospital. Almost broke down and cried. </p><p>I was there with him all through out the chemo and was the attendant , extended myu leave and we came home after the first session. </p><p>I applied for a transfer and came back as his second session was in progress at home. Shifted bag baggage and started going to office from home.</p><p>Towards mid june sis came to visit , she arrived on her bday 17th june , we cut a cake but I could sense that bapa was sleeping more than usual . On 19th he started gasping for breath and we rushed him to emmergency. </p><p>The doctor decided that he had gone into septic shock and his cardiac systema and kidney were infected. He stayed in ICU till 28th june and regained concious ness .His first words to me were 'you only saved me ' seein him I couldnt control myself , broke down and cried. </p><p>I knew we were on borrowed time . I was with him as an attendant and did everything possible to comfort him . Cleaning and feeding him was something I felt privilaged. He couldn speak much but he understood.</p><p>On 9th evening he had a video call with my sisters kid , told him hello and bye and suddenly his bp stsrted falling and he had to be taken to ICU.</p><p><br /></p><p>On 11th morning 0630 the doctor intimated that he had passed away. </p><p><br /></p><p>Life without bapa was something unimaginable to me and still is. I lost the only man who really loved me and I knew he knew how much I loved him. 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Sometimes I think ..and maybe its true that I am so much obsessed by myself that I rarely have time for other people. Be that as may..I feel that if I am able to understand even one guy..why shouldnt that guy be me. After all I am investing so much time in 'understanding' . If I have to improve why not me? If I have to love..why not me? Before someone gets me started on sharing and caring bullshit..I sincerely hope that he/she/it is not an Indian. Because I dont know why but I have lost faith in anything said by an Indian(Generally..I am sure there ARE great Indians..but they are too miniscule to make any real real difference).And why 'they' Indians? Because I feel that majority defines the state of the nation..the feel of the nation and the nature of reaction. Somehow I do have a feeling of being caught up in a melee of bumbling Idiots who do not say what they mean..they scarcely know what their true feelings are..shallow dumbasses who are given to loud rhetoric and sheer cowardice. I feel ashamed that I am by birth within a nation thats lying itself away. Lies that start with ones own self. What do I want?What do I love? What do I feel? The 'I' factor has given away to 'living for others' which is an anarchoism for getting into each others face and making life miserable. Gaining small cheap 'one upmanship' and sacrificing the real happiness of being a 'man' or woman.At some level I do sympathise with the killer spirit of 'anything goes' in pursuit of some aim. But here the aim seem to be 'any thing goes system'. And shallow deep within..yep oxymoron but entirely true. You can scarcely make an indian speak the truth. He just cant do it. He has been groomed on lying ..lying to please..lying to achieve..lying to be happy. At the end of the day he has forgotten what its like to think the truth..! Feelings like love,kindness, respect which arise from deep within are games which this country is playing with each other on an olympic level. And everyone seems to be happy...And so be it. If the mentally retarded are happy..I have realised that its dangerous to show their medical report to them. Fatally dangerous. The only way out is to just leave ...for life ,love and hapiness.<br />
And whats the rigmarole of this whole rhetoric? The moot point is that there is no 'I' as a culture due to which instead of a cooperative collective there is a collective mob with high expectations but low morals. Of high decibels and low efficiency. Of high slavishness and low leadership.<br />
Frankly I dont know why I am writing this..Maybe because its my birthday and I wanted to write something. And sometimes I think I write because I cant stop. Its a stupid excuse to write poppsychology shit that I have just written but 'frankly my dear..I dont give a damn' ..not on my birthday.<br />
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Pihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08830152099707559609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313652806471894855.post-72178015181548534642022-05-04T05:03:00.000+05:302022-05-04T05:03:56.932+05:30Personality Test<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Recently , during a session we had a personality test and some team building exercises(the ones corporates generally organise). And there were three tests on personality, The Johari Window, Personality types, and FIRO-B tests. While seemingly innocuous and simple, I was struck by the counterintuitive results of these tests. The things that came out probably were so shocking for people that I remember the gaping mouth of a team member. It was a gape of shock at the tests ..not that they were shocking but they were true(well to a large generic extent) .<br />
I was myself astonished at how true the tests were and how close they were to my personality. </div>
Pihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08830152099707559609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313652806471894855.post-18425893907991724172022-05-04T05:02:00.002+05:302022-05-04T05:02:25.638+05:30Delhi snippets<p> Delhi was never my favourite city , infact it was one of the worst cities I had ever vistied. Rough weather , Rash people and unfreidly vibes . I had visited Delhi perhaps once during my school times and once en route to an adventure camp. And both expierances had been bad..Perhaps due to the largeness of the city or perhaps due to the oversmartness of people here.</p><p>That being said I moved to Delhi in late 2013 from Mumbai , December to be exact . And the incoming wasnt exactly welcoming. Long distances to work, bad traffic, really bad accomodation and a hostile work boss. </p><p>I somehow compromised and pushed on. Of course the weekends were planned on visting monuments , Qutab minar, National Museum, Going for cycling rides with groups like Bikat to Amer fort,Photowalks with walking groups etc. Pradeep from IIT visted and we went on a ride on the gurgaon highway towards jaipur , having snacks at a dhaba, went on a trek to Panwali Kantha with the Bikat group, took a course in contract management at ICAI(Nov 14), Visted Israel in Feb 15,attended RC flying workshops in aug 15,</p><p>Went on another trek in Oct 15 and numerous art and craft sessions ...</p><p><br /></p><p>Transfer came in Aug 16 and I moved to Karwar. Lost almost one lakh worth of camera equipments due to a freinds carelessness. First few monthes were hell . Infact first 8 monthes were hell. But Visited Kenya, Mauritius and Seychelles , took a scuba diving trip in seychelles, Came back , enjoyed Palolim beaches of goa from Karwar.</p><p>Second trip to France, visted Grasse the perfume capital. Went to Crete (greece), Visted the Pyramids at Egypt and alexandria in May 2017 followed by Israel (Dead sea, ceasaria, jerusalem), Saudi Arabia and came back and fell ill with Shingles (a viral infection ) and laid up in hospital for two weeks (a very scary yet somewhat calming time, with entire hospital empty). End October Got the news that I am going back to Delhi.Same place.</p><p>Was in Delhi in Nov 17</p><p><br /></p><p>Went for horse riding lessons in Nov 17. Istanbul and Israel i Dec17. Surajkund mela </p><p>Apr 18 an art class taken at defence colony. Visit to israel.</p><p>Aug 18, my first art exhibition at SACAC. Short clay lessons at triveni.</p><p>Oct 18, Visited Hardwar.</p><p>Jul 19, Shimla, Shwet parents.aug 19, hyderabad, mezzotint, prints</p><p>Jan 20 , Charans wedding Jodhpur</p><p>Feb 20, Israel</p><p>Lockdown....</p><p><br /></p><p>And almost nothing after that till Nov 21 ...And there in another tale</p><p><br /></p><p>With so much of memories at Delhi, its difficult to forget and not relive Delhi. But somehow the Corona thingy has made it all a distant past. A food you can no longer taste but the taste lingers on.</p><p>I am in my last week in Delhi and today is Wednesday, I leave on Friday. My baggage is gone and car is moving on thursday. </p><p>I find myself unable to sleep . Memories , loss, letting go...all come to my mind as I close my eyes. It seems very hopeless now. Somehow I am not able to let go Delhi even though last two years have been nothing good. </p><p>My old boss returned and professionally it has been hell. I dont find myself as active on any scene and somehow I have stopped doing anything. I somehow find myself alone for the first time ....</p><p><br /></p><p>Hope keeps you alive and maybe thats what is somehow keeping me going..Hope , yes </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Pihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08830152099707559609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313652806471894855.post-16380704862574471352022-04-29T04:30:00.000+05:302022-04-29T04:30:43.986+05:30Confused<p> These last two years have been one of the most blank years of my life. Its as if everything somehow conspired to suck the joy out of my living. I stopped painting, writing, socialising..even studying...almost everything I enjoyed and had enjoyed for so many years. Its as if nothing excited me anymore. I remember the days when I used to go for photowalks, cultural shows, outdoor painting sessions , ceramics pottery, films ..and so many things. I used to have a small etching studio and remember taking long and exciting trips to chandni chowk for copper plates and nitric acid. I used to buy and use wood planks in many projects I used to build. I used to be excited and curious about almost everything. Then as if suddenly everything stopped..without reason just died. It was not corona or lockdown because I used to bake and make lebanese , mediteranean food and even bake during lockdowns ..It was something else and I do not know what it was or is...</p><p><br /></p><p>I stopped 'doing'. </p><p>Got into a monotonous habit of eating, sleeping , office and repeat. I packed my stuff and let it rot. And it rotted and rotted while nothing mattered to me . Everything kind of became a chore. I was not tired, I was just not interested. </p><p>In novmeber Bapa(my father) gave me a call saying that he is feeling out of breath. For a man who never ever complained about his health, this was shocking. And I rushed to my hometown only to be confronted with the fact that he had leukemia and the doctor although not directly but tacitly indicated that at this age things could be bad. We settled on BTS (blood transfusion) as the way out. Regular transfusions and my worries grew till march 22 when he had a swelling and high fever. At the fag end of my leave, it was panic as we shifted him in an ambulance , my first time in an ambulance. More and more things spiralled from one panic to other as we had to start chemo at the hospital. I was the attendant for almost 10 days at the hospital as I saw my father losing his health and sanity to chemo. Thankfully he was discharged and the chemo continues till date..</p><p>I asked for and got a transfer to a town nearby and today is perhaps my last week in Delhi. I leave behind a host of memories, a few special persons and a time which provided me with some wonderful memories. Work wise it had turned hell around 2 years back with a petty and vindictive boss and I had been superannuated...but even then I was happy. Happy spending my time with people I loved and respected. Happy just being near. </p><p><br /></p><p>I leave this city next week maybe forever. I dont like this city despite its beauty ..I liked the people I had here . And somewhere there is a foreboding that there is a finality to my leaving. There is some finality to somethings..I dont know what it is but somewhere I feel there is a kind of force pushing me away from this city, this 'life' and this set of memories. Things have kind of happened in auto and I am being pushed by some unknown or maybe I am just imagining things. </p><p>I havent been 'normal' and things dont seem normal. I am really confused at this emotional roller coaster I have been riding, fathers condition, leaving the city, leaving a lifestyle , fear of the new , fear of loss...yes perhaps the fear of loss is the overwhelming feeling. </p><p>Lets say this is not the best of my times....I just hope I see some way out of this..</p>Pihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08830152099707559609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313652806471894855.post-55285679180749548912020-03-08T03:34:00.000+05:302020-03-08T03:34:49.364+05:30The Virus <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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A virus is a small piece of essentially simple molecule with a very small fingerprint that essentially latches on to a productive DNA and uses that DNA to replicate itself . After it has finished replicating, it kills the cell and bursts forth to 'infect' other cells.<br />
The virus molecule itself is essentially harmless and useless and does not do anything productive neither for itself nor for others. Its essential aim is just to replicate by hacking into a productive system by using the system itself. In fact its aim is to just produce more useless molecules and take over and kill any productive ecosystem.<br />
There is no 'why' for this to happen. The virus has no long term plan. It doesn't really care for sustainable reproduction. Its aim is just to multiply as long as it can ...thats its simple aim.<br />
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The point is that it is very efficient and even organisms far more capable or efficient fall prey to it. They let it in and it uses the system to destroy itself before moving on to another.It can lie dormant for days and years till it attains a critical mass and then it overwhelms the system.<br />
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Since its essentially small and simple , it can mutate to protect itself but essentially the aim remains the same.<br />
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This reminds of a smallish desert cult with an very small piece of code written in a rather simplistic rule form. It has no depth , no thought or no logic but is very easy to understand and promises two things..reward for loyalty and punishment for disloyalty. Just like a virus its code is laughable compared to the sophisticated structures that it attacks. Its easy to dismiss it as a joke.<br />
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But its power is its simplicity and how easily it affects the weaker and stupids of the society. It promises a quick fix solution to human problems. It tells the stupid that their stupidity is not their problem but due to an external enemy (which is the legacy system). Its makes almost obligatory to reproduce in large numbers so that there are more stupids who can overwhelm a system. When the stupids reach the critical mass they overwhelm the system and destroy the system. After that they look for more productive systems.<br />
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With time this simple social virus mutates but keeps its essential survival code intact. Infect and reproduce.<br />
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The virus was formed by a small tribal leader almost by chance and seeing its efficiency it was adopted by a few rulers because it kept the people stupid enough to be ruled by a mafia oligarchy. The virus the destroyed arabic society and moved on to infect mesopotamia and Persia and destroyed the efficient societies till it reached afganistan and India. It faced a bit of resistance near Sind but since the critical mass of general stupidity was low ..it could not find India a great place to infect. However the virus is persistent and it just takes a bit of low immunity to succumb to it.<br />
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It has already destroyed lebanon, jordan and syria and is trying to spread to europe where it has gained a foothold in Britain.<br />
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Societies have to mutate to survive this virus. Just like an aggresive coctail of chemicals and internal immunity is an answer to a virus, societies have to reduce the number of stupids and increase general intelligence(not formal education) to effectively fight this menace. Any form of weakness or negotiation wont work.<br />
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Asking questions like 'but why does it do wat it does", 'there must be something good in all of it' etc are irrelevant because as the Joker says 'Some guys just want to see the world burn' </div>
Pihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08830152099707559609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313652806471894855.post-14026377222026558062015-02-17T16:07:00.003+05:302015-02-17T16:07:40.719+05:30Efficiency<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br /><br />Every structure be it organisation , process or material can be objectively judged by only one criteria " efficiency" . First of all does it do what it's supposed to do with minimum use of resources. For eg take "crying" .. Crying is very different process at different times. Sometimes it's to express sorrow , sometimes to relive stress , sometimes for show. It should be efficient in all it's processes otherwise there is no requirement for that process. The same goes for culture and traditions. They are supposed to make subsidiary social processes efficient towards building a more efficient society and man. <br /><br />The most critical part of building an efficient system is honest and brutal feedback. There can't be anything but a brutal feedback towards cutting all crap and making processes efficient. The failure to incorporate feedback is the hubris of any process. <br /><br /><br />And repetitive feedback generally leads to the simplest and most efficient structure / process. <br /><br /><br />Hence an efficient society seeks simplicity ... A sick society seeks complexity. </div>
Pihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08830152099707559609noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313652806471894855.post-43940858917625300032014-12-05T00:31:00.001+05:302014-12-05T00:31:04.889+05:30Crossing the line...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Crossing the line is subtle. There is no thunderous sound of something breaking or a clap of lightning that announces the crossing of line. Its almost like a magical drift of slow but sure red shift of a black hole approaching astronut. The information just stops and the irony is that the astronomer who slides towards the event horizon barely notices that he has crossed it.<br />
The other individual however observes a slow erosion of information and a fading into darkness. Ominously saddening yet inevitable. The warnings are always there. Loud and gravity defying. We just chose not to hear it. Its just sad that these things happen this way. Sometimes you wish there was a better way..But I guess if there was a better wasy there would be.<br />
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Those who venture into that realm of fact and fantasy should realise that if gravity can bring masses together..Its the same gravity that can tear you apart. Slowly but surely. Painful yet truthfully.<br />
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How close it is to human emotions as people bound by emotions are torn apart by it. The same confidance that nurtures it is the same force that tears it apart. Is it blindness to ignore the approach of the edge of that black hole where gentle gravity turns to destructive tidal gravity? Or is is the sense of security that lulls one's sense of gratitude because of the pervasive nature of love and respect? Is is that the slowness of time affects thoughts and somehow your descent is invisible to everyone except you?<br />
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Whatever it is ..One adage remains. Once the line is crossed ..you lose that universe..Forever. ;)</div>
Pihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08830152099707559609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313652806471894855.post-75263936731948344762014-12-01T09:59:00.001+05:302014-12-01T09:59:03.353+05:30There is a line ..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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