tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56394031462853952592024-03-28T05:23:11.231+05:30CYNOSURE IS MUSEDCYNOSUREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09219551408297459967noreply@blogger.comBlogger305125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639403146285395259.post-64102109255968586382021-02-16T10:54:00.004+05:302021-02-16T10:54:27.085+05:30The Unposted Letters..!!<p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: right;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJxJ-jhfioRfLUNLty-iZXcP9wQC-z6LTvNTVb9fBWCI8MTQ8lg-jExeazG25K6Lzr-S9ySn505qgWDWpvWEjvt7DBpjNYJyM3Esl39IBUX7b1KMuaagRMvC2Vzb6WYypuBfESa2WnfHY/s2048/Unposted+Letters.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1638" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJxJ-jhfioRfLUNLty-iZXcP9wQC-z6LTvNTVb9fBWCI8MTQ8lg-jExeazG25K6Lzr-S9ySn505qgWDWpvWEjvt7DBpjNYJyM3Esl39IBUX7b1KMuaagRMvC2Vzb6WYypuBfESa2WnfHY/s320/Unposted+Letters.jpg" /></a></div><p><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b><br />When the mind sways,<br />And when the same feelings this heart portrays,<br />And when pot is also not left with enough ink, so when the quill says,<br />Words on the parchment feel like a cheap fabric that frays.</b></i></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b><br />So many lines fumbled,<br />So many feelings got crumbled,<br />Like someone feels when they get ghosted,<br />Those letters, in the drawer, always remained unposted.</b></i></span><p></p><div><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">PS: Most of my posts are late night musings. Either way, the letter posted or not, the things I write reach this online platform or not, it feels good to scribble down random words once in a while.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-FpZZk-BNoQkLZdznB_HRb4qxI55ItlTcOfrfb_LqeCGWYdg4TY34d9lLkkqvdlR3QJJxRBdno1Vj2amIaWGdtIGodjRuQFyuzhGF9qByYmqwFNPVnZZ_Xjo3b4QA64YfLQOaWjZUmtY/" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="65" data-original-width="117" height="54" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-FpZZk-BNoQkLZdznB_HRb4qxI55ItlTcOfrfb_LqeCGWYdg4TY34d9lLkkqvdlR3QJJxRBdno1Vj2amIaWGdtIGodjRuQFyuzhGF9qByYmqwFNPVnZZ_Xjo3b4QA64YfLQOaWjZUmtY/w98-h54/image.png" width="98" /></a></div><br /><br /></span></div>CYNOSUREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09219551408297459967noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639403146285395259.post-29625979457930674192021-01-05T15:30:00.061+05:302021-01-05T16:02:51.434+05:30My Reminiscences of 2020..!!<p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: georgia;">"</span><span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: georgia;">A marathon takes roughly 45,000 steps to complete. No matter how joyous, repetitive, monotonous or painful each step may be, it takes every one of those steps to reach the distance of 42.195 km. The marathon doesn’t care if a single step was powerful, weak, short, long or devoid of energy. The marathon is incomplete if even one step is missing. Every step taken, regardless of how reluctant, tired, energetic or lackluster it may be, cannot be retaken or repeated as the same version of oneself from that instance. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: georgia;">Every step counts.</span></span></span></i></div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><i><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #262626;"><br /></span></div><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Similarly, an average person will live to 80 years of age, which is 4,160 weeks or 29,200 days. No matter how joyous, repetitive, monotonous or painful each day may be, it takes every one of those days to complete one’s life. Life doesn’t care if a single day was bad, sad, happy, productive or lazy. End of one’s life cannot be reached if even one day is missing. Every day lived, regardless of how disconnected, absent, lost, unfulfilled, unhappy, resentful or regretful it may be, cannot be replaced or re-lived as the same version of oneself from that day. Every day counts.</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #262626;"><br /></span></div><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Every step taken is a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence, taken as a new version of oneself, with a slightly newer and different perspective than the one from the previous step.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Every day is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, waiting to be harnessed by a new version of oneself, one day wiser than the one from yesterday.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Every step. Every day. Let’s make it count."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*****</div></span></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br />The year 2020, I must say, is once in a lifetime experience for almost everyone out there. The last time we came across such a situation was in 1918-1920, 100 years back.<br /><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://economictimes.indiatimes.com/thumb/msid-79502844,width-1200,height-900,resizemode-4,imgsize-848786/pandemic_istock.jpg?from=mdr" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="300" src="https://economictimes.indiatimes.com/thumb/msid-79502844,width-1200,height-900,resizemode-4,imgsize-848786/pandemic_istock.jpg?from=mdr" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">As I write this post, it is almost 10 months for me in the lockdown. </span><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">There has been no travels and no action around anywhere. Only actionable constant is the daily news pop-up in the morning flashing the <i>number of new, active, recovered Covid-19 cases in the country along with number of lives it has claimed</i>.<br /><br /></span></p></div></span><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">In the first few months, (especially March to June), it was a chaos everywhere. Companies were laying off employees all over the globe. Businesses were being shut down. Everyone became aggressive to defend themselves. But the life had to come back to normal eventually. People need food and money to survive. Government can't keep on providing the same to whole country. So situation started to ease out. But not before the situation hit the minds of people around. <br /><br /></span></p></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Everyone was forced to do work-from-home. Folks were forced to go into long-distance relationship. Many couldn't survive the pressure and broke-up. Those who were living with family had trouble managing work-from-home and family life. Teaching kids for online classes was another hassle for parents. It was all overwhelming. Overthinking became a new normal among people of all age-groups. Reports claimed a significant rise in divorce cases filed around the globe. </span><span style="font-family: georgia;">Some were getting closed into their shells, and some were acting irritated.<br /><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">However, as some say <i>"Time heals everything"; </i>some like to say <i>"People get used to the situation as time passes"; </i>few others say <i>"Everything happens for good", </i>eventually things did start to get smoothened. </span><span style="font-family: georgia;">As soon as the flights started, people started to fly back to home from metro cities. In some cases, people got their parents from their home-town to their work cities. All-in-all, to quote the positive, family bonds improved in many households.<br /><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">People started accepting things slowly and started to get used to it. Though it will take some more time for things to get exactly in the way they were before pandemic. In fact, it is a possibility that they will never be <i>exactly </i>the same. Either way, life just goes on. Traffic on roads is coming back to normal. Flights are slowly reaching its normal frequency. Shops and businesses have opened. Hotel industry is getting back to its normal routine. Few of the offices have opened. Few other companies are planning to open their offices. Weddings/marriages have started to happen. Birthday parties are happening. But all this has one thing in common, <i>masks</i>. Instead of happy faces around, now all you see is happy faces under a mask.<br /><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Well, either way, it was a different type of year to retrospect. There is a high chance that what has happened will not happen again in our lifetimes. There has been a lot of learning experiences from the year. Generally, I do this every year in my personal diary; but this time, as it has been a special year, and not much has happened in a room, so I thought why not sum up the events here. Obviously, not all things can be mentioned here (as some of them are too personal to me), but yeah, a broader picture, definitely yes. I think I'll keep the positives to the last. Let me start with negatives first.<br /><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Negatives:</i></b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><ol style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; text-align: justify;">There were definitely off days, where I too felt down<br /><br /></span></li><li><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; text-align: justify;">Managing cooking and household stuff along-with office was really tough<br /><br /></span></li><li><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; text-align: justify;">Living full time with flat-mates with no office breaks, adjustment needs to be done. Made me think and plan on what will happen when I get married in future😂<br /><br /></span></li><li><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; text-align: justify;">Screen time increased because of increased number of office hours (extra added hours were mostly meeting hours which were way less when I used to go to office)</span></li></ol><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><p style="text-align: left;"><b style="font-size: large; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: georgia;">Positives (Here is the section where I brag about my achievements):</span></i></b></p><p></p><p></p><p></p></div><div><p></p><div style="display: inline; text-align: justify;"><ol><li><div style="display: inline; text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">I read a lot this year. 39 completed books and 3 more on-going. (Further details on these, I'll be sharing in another post)</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgllshLbyFPoezfzHJ1n41yii12bI50rmdN8-7oBeLLPnys5BRqcPPhj1m0IdYI62GsNLv6alcKvCCnuWqHmnNk0cMjEsECeuW2snUAM9Vwg2qpDqJ1p4uBEpKSfv3rWvIKCXf4LNKpeTU/" style="font-size: x-large; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1266" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgllshLbyFPoezfzHJ1n41yii12bI50rmdN8-7oBeLLPnys5BRqcPPhj1m0IdYI62GsNLv6alcKvCCnuWqHmnNk0cMjEsECeuW2snUAM9Vwg2qpDqJ1p4uBEpKSfv3rWvIKCXf4LNKpeTU/w274-h320/books_2020.jpg" width="274" /></a><br /><br /></span></div></li><li><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Completed bunch of online courses<br /><br /></span></li><li><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Gained confidence on finance and market operations (mainly by online lectures and observations)<br /><br /></span></li><li><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Fitness wise it was also a great one. Finished 3 half marathons, including Tata Mumbai Marathon(India's biggest). Although couldn't complete my goal of a full marathon because of pandemic, but there is always time to that. No regrets there.<br /><br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">As part of a regime to keep myself active and injury free, along with keeping myself isolated, I started a run/walk/cycle campaign. Ended up with a total of 5082.1 km (3742.9km run/walk and 1339.2 cycling) in the year.</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsWjv6zL6F05n1wguEHJ4t4XqVFD34shK-r4KqQ7VBdYge9najnib-P3LZrmLzvoZ7tjzbdAbon3QfbTnkef0MP_1pDSy_9pT51PioyEi7xcFP39iGYCg5WvKlgbshLlH7gyhBmkRDH1E/s2048/KM.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1035" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsWjv6zL6F05n1wguEHJ4t4XqVFD34shK-r4KqQ7VBdYge9najnib-P3LZrmLzvoZ7tjzbdAbon3QfbTnkef0MP_1pDSy_9pT51PioyEi7xcFP39iGYCg5WvKlgbshLlH7gyhBmkRDH1E/w203-h400/KM.jpg" width="203" /></a><br /><br /></span></li><li><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Managed to touch the milestone of a single 8 min plank.<br /><br /></span></li><li><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">121 crossfit-burpees at one go<br /><br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Hit a 10km personal best: </span><i><span style="font-family: georgia;">56min 30sec</span> <br /><br /></i><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-jwZRTlpzLuesGyB8ufy3n_quHBARuWnMsgAWKVyPDjGJ5i-fmlDg4-TI2NKnhZ7Dqt7hGdM_XCdqUzB2e3MWsD5q-TNPuo4vhZlhtC58t-imJHNsvONyLvmhP4xXbFf42wEM5W8QOSA/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="394" data-original-width="605" height="260" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-jwZRTlpzLuesGyB8ufy3n_quHBARuWnMsgAWKVyPDjGJ5i-fmlDg4-TI2NKnhZ7Dqt7hGdM_XCdqUzB2e3MWsD5q-TNPuo4vhZlhtC58t-imJHNsvONyLvmhP4xXbFf42wEM5W8QOSA/w400-h260/image.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /></div></div></span></li><li><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Expenditure reduced and savings increased on personal finance<br /><br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Experimented a lot with cooking, from Pizza, Momos, South Indian delicacies, North Indian dishes and and obviously cooking daily was the biggest achievement. Although I used to do it earlier, but finally my mom believes that I can cook, which is a bigger achievement.</span><br /><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIRGT3wagULM_lj6alP7nllryJ_1_oI5liPu-aUKwb04HW9YSDW1Kb7yIWxBxoHzl9nZ5l48FMthY_Sj5D3JHvJOXfoBiModbLIRMVVMR1nb3l0xk9I79QvME5NP1z53Kbqe9zUv4kNmk/s2048/momos.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1641" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIRGT3wagULM_lj6alP7nllryJ_1_oI5liPu-aUKwb04HW9YSDW1Kb7yIWxBxoHzl9nZ5l48FMthY_Sj5D3JHvJOXfoBiModbLIRMVVMR1nb3l0xk9I79QvME5NP1z53Kbqe9zUv4kNmk/s320/momos.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /></div><br /></li><li><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Cleared 1 out of 8 level of Spanish (Just wanted to explore something new... so started learning Spanish)</span></li></ol></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Well, that's all for the summary of 2020. That the most I could do with all the weird turn of events in the whole year. Let's see what 2021 serves us with. Not making any plans for 2021. Just plan to improve and build up on what's there right now.<br /></span><span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">Share your experiences in the comments. It's always interesting to know and learn from others' experiences.<br /></span></span></span><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">See you soon. May the force be with you..!!</span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlyIFZsu6bPg0E9twJht9dg0Nqibu7_5n5ptJgxdo5m-AEskCzHGM-1KRaqQmrdyi0VP3vL4uz0i2kNcpiHIypU9J8CKtPdiMYIZy0niYEsil5UgRYUiEka28iyjdhCBzctqHQyh0K5ac/s1600/6eca682becc8f6500a61eafcdcc65a1c.jpg" style="font-family: helvetica;" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><p></p>CYNOSUREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09219551408297459967noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639403146285395259.post-27422052464763769682020-08-12T00:27:00.003+05:302020-08-12T01:04:17.121+05:30Mommy and Daddy, I Love My School..!!💗<p style="text-align: center;"><br></p><h2 style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">My daddy wakes me up at six in the morning,</div><div style="text-align: center;">And says, "Wake up, it's time to go to school."</div><div style="text-align: center;">My mommy helps me put my uniform,</div><div style="text-align: center;">It make me look so cool.</div></h2><h2 style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigysqR6Q9tfYHRYaR938YD8yYDdrIcB1uibYj1EpsTop2NX_i6Gu_rwOhEFIHjsCeynDxp_lWAb4WjMUnEKSJKhH9kd9DJ9ytqJ0p7Ik6GxxPPkOVtPt3y2cALy2uBZpGGeTm5gp3GdS8/s800/mom-kid-first-school-day-young-mother-leads-little-boy-155715292.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="800" height="210" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigysqR6Q9tfYHRYaR938YD8yYDdrIcB1uibYj1EpsTop2NX_i6Gu_rwOhEFIHjsCeynDxp_lWAb4WjMUnEKSJKhH9kd9DJ9ytqJ0p7Ik6GxxPPkOVtPt3y2cALy2uBZpGGeTm5gp3GdS8/w210-h210/mom-kid-first-school-day-young-mother-leads-little-boy-155715292.jpg" width="210"></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br></div><div style="text-align: center;">Shoes, yes.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tie, yes.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Daddy and mommy said, "God bless".</div><div style="text-align: center;">Before I forget, ID Card. Yeaassss.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br></div></h2><h2 style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">Mommy packed my lunch.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Yumm... Yumm... Yumm...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Going to school is merry.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Because I sing with my friends, "Humm... Humm... Humm..."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br></div></h2><h2 style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">Ooppss, the bus has come,</div><div style="text-align: center;">So I ran in a hurry.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Driver uncle said, "I'll wait,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Please don't worry."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB-_OUizkFzsryGBR_ZeQVfty_c3QzuoJKJpqALRIMCh7kbofQGoGEgoHtGJXFEeIuq4iGgLOteEr78DQdqHqZZ_G0ByikL3HnHnx1LSZxrXHIVafJWsWS0Qh02pd8RrbCfgizIlYjaRo/s1294/happy-children-cartoon-school-bus-illustration-50839687+%25282%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="753" data-original-width="1294" height="190" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB-_OUizkFzsryGBR_ZeQVfty_c3QzuoJKJpqALRIMCh7kbofQGoGEgoHtGJXFEeIuq4iGgLOteEr78DQdqHqZZ_G0ByikL3HnHnx1LSZxrXHIVafJWsWS0Qh02pd8RrbCfgizIlYjaRo/w328-h190/happy-children-cartoon-school-bus-illustration-50839687+%25282%2529.jpg" width="328"></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br></div></h2><h2 style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">I board my bus at seven, </div><div style="text-align: center;">Off it goes.. zooooom.</div><div style="text-align: center;">We do our assembly,</div><div style="text-align: center;">And then go to classroom.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br></div></h2><h2 style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">I love doing drawing,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ms. Lily is my favorite teacher.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Friendly and always smiling,</div><div style="text-align: center;">She calls me "Naughty little creature".</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br></div></h2><h2 style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">We eat our lunch,</div><div style="text-align: center;">And play in the afternoon.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sometimes I play hide and seek,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sometimes I play with balloons.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1040" data-original-width="735" height="262" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaHyxDMttnhsyvmP-qC0egFQTJeM8H2_ANZQXLdf5x2r0HYi4BB_wY1Xeaw73edSnxyiS4X4_IJjlF0lwkz6GpVuHoNuuWwzPHrzXDB-z1i0qqdFdVVknEf6yWHiLKgXc_CLOk34xDBQE/w186-h262/b00e0d86-8563-4fa5-b9d6-f8c57ffe98a6.jpg" width="186"></div></h2><h2 style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">We then study math,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Two candy and two candy, makes it four.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Then we study science,</div><div style="text-align: center;">I love how tiger roar.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br></div></h2><h2 style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">Oooowww, it's time to go home,</div><div style="text-align: center;">We board the bus again from school.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'll tell my mommy and daddy,</div><div style="text-align: center;">That "I love my school."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br></div><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">PS: <span style="font-weight: normal;">Someone asked me if I could write a poem for (in his words) </span>gugu-gagas, <span style="font-weight: normal;">i.e., primary school kids. Here's what I could come up with. One of my friend and my flatmate liked it so much that here I am putting it on my blog. First official kids post. 😂</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">Hope you enjoyed it. Take care.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"> </span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlyIFZsu6bPg0E9twJht9dg0Nqibu7_5n5ptJgxdo5m-AEskCzHGM-1KRaqQmrdyi0VP3vL4uz0i2kNcpiHIypU9J8CKtPdiMYIZy0niYEsil5UgRYUiEka28iyjdhCBzctqHQyh0K5ac/s1600/6eca682becc8f6500a61eafcdcc65a1c.jpg" style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium; font-weight: 400; text-align: justify;"></p></h2>CYNOSUREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09219551408297459967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639403146285395259.post-83979770205740372282020-07-02T19:25:00.008+05:302020-07-02T20:27:08.218+05:30Missing That Feeling..!!<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div><font face="arial">I think it's the longest break I've taken from an official running event since I've properly started running in 2018. Today while discussing with a friend, I ended up re-living my running sundays in my mind. Then just for few moments (I had to do it), I got up and just admired these medals and got back to work.<br /><br /></font></div><div><font face="arial"><br /></font></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKyAj2Hg88fEZiz4sh-CkGqZJ7TJ18KzzXSRulGcLOWmx1hiTY7bmFf7TrzZvUNxCjELOa9BBLLhIyfp8mDC9jopOG8tBBXq0cZzNABfUPLD0FoBY8wdke72lQs2CnhRgJbo5nCc1qQYU/s4312/pixlr_20200702161042685.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4312" data-original-width="3710" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKyAj2Hg88fEZiz4sh-CkGqZJ7TJ18KzzXSRulGcLOWmx1hiTY7bmFf7TrzZvUNxCjELOa9BBLLhIyfp8mDC9jopOG8tBBXq0cZzNABfUPLD0FoBY8wdke72lQs2CnhRgJbo5nCc1qQYU/w344-h400/pixlr_20200702161042685.jpg" title="A glimpse from my collection..!!" width="344" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Missing collecting more of these..!!</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><font face="arial"></font></div><div style="text-align: center;"><font face="arial"><br /></font></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />Let's see what all I can add to the list for the moments that are missing in my life because of Corona. Lemme start:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><i>I'm missing</i>...<br /><br /></b></span></div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><b>That feeling of booking flight tickets and hotel accomodation three months in advance to travel for the run<br /><br /></b></i></span></div></li><li><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><b>That feeling of collecting and keeping all running gear up front in the evening as you have to go for a run next morning</b></i></span></div><font face="arial"><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><b><br /></b></i></div></font></li><li><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><b>That feeling of cursing myself when I put an alarm for 3 in the morning to wake up</b></i></span></div><font face="arial"><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><b><br /></b></i></div></font></li><li><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><b>That feeling of cursing myself when I had to wake up and leave the bed at 3 in the morning as I had to go for a run</b></i></span></div><font face="arial"><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><b><br /></b></i></div></font></li><li><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><b><span style="font-family: arial;">That feeling of finally getting a good bowel move</span><span style="font-family: arial;">ment at such an odd hour of the morning<br /><br /></span></b></i></div></li><li><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><b>That feeling of morning hour rush to book the cab 4 in the morning to reach the start point of the run on time</b></i></span></div><font face="arial"><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><b><br /></b></i></div></font></li><li><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><b>That feeling of running next to thousands of people (although not being much of a social person) for 2-3 hours</b></i></span></div><font face="arial"><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><b><br /></b></i></div></font></li><li><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><b>That feeling of starting the run in the dark and then witnessing the amazing sunrise near the beach or random beautiful terrains</b></i></span></div><font face="arial"><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><b><br /></b></i></div></font></li><li><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><b>That feeling of getting bucked-up by random unknown strangers when I slow down during the run</b></i></span></div><font face="arial"><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><b><br /></b></i></div></font></li><li><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><b>That feeling of me bucking-up random unknown stranger who stopped feeling low during the run</b></i></span></div><font face="arial"><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><b><br /></b></i></div></font></li><li><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><b>That feeling of cursing myself as I forgot to miss the signal from my body and ended up getting a cramp</b></i></span></div><font face="arial"><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><b><br /></b></i></div></font></li><li><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><b>That feeling of cursing the organizers for charting out the course with a steep climb towards the end of the marathon<br /><br /></b></i></span></div></li><li><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><b><span style="font-family: arial;">That feeling of seeing the people cheering you on the road in morning and telling white lies on your face just to make you happy (they w</span><span style="font-family: arial;">ill be saying something like only 2km left, come-on you can do it, even when 5km were left)<br /><br /></span></b></i></div></li><li><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><b>That feeling of rejuvination on seeing young kids and old people running long distances next to you</b></i></span></div><font face="arial"><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><b><br /></b></i></div></font></li><li><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><b>That feeling of pure joy, happiness, blissfulness or maybe can't be described in words as it is too serene, when you see the finish in your line of sight</b></i></span></div><font face="arial"><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><b><br /></b></i></div></font></li><li><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><b>That feeling of crossing the finish line</b></i></span></div><font face="arial"><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><b><br /></b></i></div></font></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><font face="arial"><i><b>That feeling of receiving the finisher medal at the finish line<br /><br /></b></i></font></li><li><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><b>That feeling of lying relaxed and happy and half dead on earth at the finish line</b></i></span></div><font face="arial"><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><b><br /></b></i></div></font></li><li><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><b>That feeling of deciding to come back again next year for the same run by waking up at 3am, even though I have cursed myself million times since morning for waking up early</b></i></span></div><font face="arial"><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><b><br /></b></i></div></font></li><li><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><b>That feeling of clicking the selfie with medal with your buddy (mostly in the pics, you'll find that it is the same guy, Ayush, who convinced me to take up this as a hobby)</b></i></span></div><font face="arial"><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><b><br /></b></i></div></font></li><li><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><b>That feeling of stopping on the way for a delicious breakfast (I'm not a big fan of breakfast which I get at finish line)</b></i></span></div><font face="arial"><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><b><br /></b></i></div></font></li><li><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><b>That feeling of reaching home (acting that you're not) limping as there is a bit of soreness in your muscles</b></i></span></div><font face="arial"><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><b><br /></b></i></div></font></li><li><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><b>That feeling of grabbing a beer with your buddy to celebrate another finishers medal on the wall</b></i></span></div><font face="arial"><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><b><br /></b></i></div></font></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><font face="arial"><i><b>That feeling of finally retiring to the bed with a happy and satisfied and worthy state of mind</b></i></font></li></ul><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><font face="arial">PS: Little nostalgic and overwhelmed at the moment 😁, so won't say much now, but feel free to add more such points in the comments, if you have something in mind.</font></div><div><font size="5"><br /><br /></font></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlyIFZsu6bPg0E9twJht9dg0Nqibu7_5n5ptJgxdo5m-AEskCzHGM-1KRaqQmrdyi0VP3vL4uz0i2kNcpiHIypU9J8CKtPdiMYIZy0niYEsil5UgRYUiEka28iyjdhCBzctqHQyh0K5ac/s1600/6eca682becc8f6500a61eafcdcc65a1c.jpg" style="font-family: helvetica;" /></div><div><br /></div></div>CYNOSUREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09219551408297459967noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639403146285395259.post-47941856707103413772020-06-24T00:58:00.002+05:302020-07-02T20:41:04.521+05:30A Long and A Lone Run.. Few thoughts..!!<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white;"><font face="helvetica"><br /></font></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white;"><font face="arial">Covid-19 has got to the nerves of everyone, someway or the other. However, there is one thing that has helped me maintain my sanity is endurance sports, like long runs and long bike rides.</font></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white;"><font face="arial"><br /></font></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><font face="arial" style="background-color: white;">There are days, when I've started doing my own mini-duathlon (say 20-30km bike ride followed by 10k run). This might sound awkward to many, but there are few who will be okay with me doing this.</font></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><font face="arial" style="background-color: white;"><br /></font></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><font face="arial" style="background-color: white;">Despite all this, even with so much physical activity, I've never attempted a half marathon alone. All my 14 half-marathons have been in some event or the other. Maximum distance I've covered alone, I guess, will be around 17-18km at a stretch. So to give it a try, last weekend, I thought of attempting a half marathon. All alone.</font></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><font face="arial" style="background-color: white;"><br /></font></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><font face="arial" style="background-color: white;">I made this decision pretty late I guess, as weekend was almost over. Yup, it was just another usual Sunday evening (there wasn't anything special gonna happen while everyone is stuck in the lockdown). I geared up and went down for a run. However, with Corona around the globe, going out for run wasn't an option, so I decided to run in the society I live in. (Whenever I discussed this thought with people, everyone had warned me that it is going to be a very boring job. One round of our society is just 400m and you probably have to do 50+ rounds for a 21.095km.) And then, at around 5:30 in the evening, I started what I decided. Did a bit of stretching and warm-up and I launched myself on a slow and steady pace.</font></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><font face="arial" style="background-color: white;">....</font></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><font face="arial" style="background-color: white;">(Long story short, I'll skip the thoughts I got during the entire duration of the run to be discussed on some other day.)</font></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><font face="arial" style="background-color: white;">....</font></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><font face="arial" style="background-color: white;">and finished in 2hours 41min.</font></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><font face="arial" style="background-color: white;"><br /></font></div><div style="text-align: center;"><font face="arial" style="background-color: white;"><img border="0" data-original-height="682" data-original-width="682" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWEpnjU103Ks6fDBQuZJ7zdJgDerGlxxtptADK6Q3NF3k6l-G449fUKdZqmFFoC-9g4IaFxXmONQuWZQryeI1-oK2FNq9m3NVexrnvEN7EJbYiHPkhKYA-UQqneCjx9YmxNS5QFAlqOIc/s320/WhatsApp+Image+2020-06-21+at+20.49.41.jpeg" style="text-align: left;" /></font></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white;"><font face="arial"><br /></font></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white;"><font face="arial">Yes, many of you would have guessed it, I'm not a fast runner. But luckily, I can maintain a consistent pace for long distances. Also, this was my first long run in 5 months, due to Covid-19 situation. Lost all the practice. So it was still a decent time and distance I'd say. (Ignore my flashy pic above, but that's how I look. Smart, right? 😉)</font></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><font face="arial" style="background-color: white;"><br /></font></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><font face="arial" style="background-color: white;">Later, on seeing the activity on strava, a friend messaged me and while discussing the same, I ended up having a deep thought on the same. Let me see if I can sum it up here:</font></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li><font face="arial" style="background-color: white;">Attempted half marathon: 53 rounds of 400m in society</font></li><li><span style="background-color: white;"><font face="arial">Realized that it needs more mental strength to do it in society or complex area than in an event. Here you're running alone.</font></span></li><li><span style="background-color: white;"><font face="arial">In any events, thousands are running, so distance gets completed without much thoughts. You can hang on to someone for sometime, target a runner and keep running.</font></span></li><li><span style="background-color: white;"><font face="arial">Also in society or at any such area (especially in India where such activities are not known much), people think you're crazy. They give you weird looks. They may even stop and ask you "You're not tired?" "Why are you running for so long?"</font></span></li><li><span style="background-color: white;"><font face="arial">Definitely, running alone requires more mental strength because:</font></span></li><ul><li><span style="background-color: white;"><font face="arial">There is no finish line (Finish lines are self made)</font></span></li><li><span style="background-color: white;"><font face="arial">No completion medal</font></span></li><li><span style="background-color: white;"><font face="arial">No breakfast/food is waiting for you at the finish line (obviously you can treat yourself later)</font></span></li><li><span style="background-color: white;"><font face="arial">No t-shirt</font></span></li><li><span style="background-color: white;"><font face="arial">No photographers on the way to click you</font></span></li><li><span style="background-color: white;"><font face="arial">No one to cheer you up</font></span></li><li><span style="background-color: white;"><font face="arial">No medical team waiting with muscle relaxant in case of injury (you're on your own)</font></span></li><li><span style="background-color: white;"><font face="arial">No hydration stalls (you've to carry your own bottle)</font></span></li></ul></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><font face="arial" style="background-color: white;"><br /></font></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><font face="arial" style="background-color: white;">I've never been part of any group. I've always practiced and ran alone. That's when it struck me, as in, why very few people run alone and that's why there are so many running groups all around the globe. Anyway, to end the same, couple of quick questions:</font></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><font face="arial" style="background-color: white;"><br /></font></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><font face="arial" style="background-color: white;">The same applies to everything in life, doesn't it? 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<b><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">World can be a cruel place,</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">In day to day rush.</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Like even at low tides,</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">We even struggle to strive.</span></span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">I tried a lot to improve and the harder I worked on it, more anxious I became. End result, the situation didn’t improve at all. Then one day, one of my colleague asked me to join a club known as “<a class="bf cm jp jq jr js" href="https://www.toastmasters.org/" rel="noopener" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; background-image: url("data:image/svg+xml; background-position: 0px calc(1em + 1px); background-repeat: repeat-x; background-size: 1px 1px; box-sizing: inherit; http: //www.w3.org/2000/svg\"><line x1=\"0\" y1=\"0\" x2=\"1\" y2=\"1\" stroke=\"rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.84)\" /></svg>"); text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">Toastmasters</a>”. He told that it was something related to improving on stage fear. They help you. To be honest, I said yes but it was scarier. Imagine someone who is already sh*t scared about being on stage, knows about the problems he faces and is trying his best to improve but has been failing since years. Now if you ask that person (me) to stand in front of 15–20 people and talk and in return you get feedback from few of them from the crowd. Dude, I felt like having a cardiac arrest. It was like I’ll drop dead right away. Whenever I was made to go on a stage, people had to force me and ensure that I don’t escape.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Then the inevitable day came and as I couldn’t think of anything else, I just presented my exact journey from “how I was so reserved, introvert and afraid of stage” to “how I am still reserved, introvert but not afraid of stage”. Initial part of the speech, obviously I was panicking somewhere, but then I slowly managed to go back to my zone. Surprisingly, the speech got a good response. Content was appreciated (I will share the content some other day maybe) for the flow. My eye contact and hand gestures were pretty decent (way better than I expected). Ladies and gentlemen, that was one confident moment of my life. From the day I joined toastmasters, until now, I can tell you that I have improved a million folds.</span><br />
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CYNOSUREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09219551408297459967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639403146285395259.post-72028386095315598202019-07-16T12:50:00.000+05:302019-07-16T12:51:58.598+05:30A Random Morning Musing..!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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CYNOSUREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09219551408297459967noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639403146285395259.post-22913152702072245102019-06-27T00:50:00.000+05:302019-07-16T12:50:33.078+05:30Two Faces..!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Am I the sun, or</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Am I the moon?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Well, I'm a celestial body in a vast lonely sky,</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">You may call it a bane or a boon.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I've got two faces,</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">But they're one.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">None of them as bad as yours', that you</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Tell to stay away from, to your daughter and son.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I don't hate it, that</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">One of them has always been a dark one.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">At least, it has always been there for me,</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">My forever companion.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Loyal, as it's always</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Present in my bad times.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Reliable, 'coz</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">It won't judge me even in my worst crimes.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Every evening, I see you sitting on the benches,</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">When I look down from the sky.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Some smiles look so genuine and fresh,</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">While few smiles come out as a bit wry.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Some are trying to please others,</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Some are struggling with the experiences they've sorrowed.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Some are trying to make relationships work,</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Some are buying happiness with the money they've borrowed.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Crippled,</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">That's how you people feel.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Like handicapped you behave,</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Just because in life someone acted like a heel?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Stop depending on others,</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Stop being a cradle plant that's know for creeping.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Why not search your partner within yourself,</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">And say enough to cribbing?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Everyone has in them,</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">A part of Yin and a part of Yang.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Life is already so fulfilling,</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Look around for once, you've survived Big-Bang.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Learn to live in prudence,</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">You'll learn a lot.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Stop questioning and learn to live in solace,</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Someone will make you their bot.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Somethings can be good for you,</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Somethings can be bad.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Broaden the perspectives, and at the end,</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I promise, you'll be glad.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">That's what you're scared?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Ever tried to unveil the one within yourself?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I bet, You've never been dared.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Find the ugly one,</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Make it your messenger.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Once you're able to control it,</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">It'll be your permanent and secret CO-DARK PASSENGER.</span></div>
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CYNOSUREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09219551408297459967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639403146285395259.post-60382515519905670762019-04-24T19:32:00.000+05:302019-04-24T19:45:40.986+05:30Uprooted Leaf..!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">For years,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I held my ground.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">But everyone has their day,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">This time nature found its way around.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Like a sudden puff,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I got sucked with the stormy wind.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Away from my roots,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Leaving everything behind.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">How would I survive,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I thought, as I held my nerve.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">While I blew towards the ocean,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">With the nature's breath which felt like swerve.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I stood on ground,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">With nothing to hold.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I saw waves approaching towards me,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I felt everything, but bold.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">For few moments,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">There was breathlessness.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I was stuck in a roaring wave,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Accompanied with total darkness.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Then there came a moment,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I felt like someone held my hand.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">It was nothing like from what I originated,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">It was just a pile of sand.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Half buried in the sand,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The hold was firm.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">For the first time since I left,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I felt safe, that was confirm.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Now that I had someone to rely upon,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Relaxed, I lay alone under the sky which seemed so big and wide now.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Wind gushes couldn’t take me away,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Waves couldn’t take me for a ride now.</span><br />
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CYNOSUREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09219551408297459967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639403146285395259.post-16552012049274054772019-04-22T14:32:00.003+05:302019-04-24T19:31:19.677+05:30Behold..!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: x-large;"><b>The wind was blowing strong,</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: x-large;"><b>The waves were crashing high,</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: x-large;"><b>The sun was scorching hot,</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: x-large;"><b>Making the soft sand burning wild.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: x-large;"><b>The situations were adverse,</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: x-large;"><b>Yet the water was calming and cold,</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: x-large;"><b>The sand was still soft,</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: x-large;"><b>And the walk on the beach was enough to behold.</b></span></div>
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CYNOSUREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09219551408297459967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639403146285395259.post-45069500638487688362018-06-27T14:15:00.000+05:302018-06-27T15:04:47.347+05:30Life! Love! Chaos! Death! But...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><i><b>Message:</b></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Our days are numbered</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>And so is this love,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>But the blues,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Like longing,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>They stay.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Mother,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Will I stop dying,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Someday?</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i> - Mona</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b><i>Response:</i></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Our days maybe numbered,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>But not the love.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>In the eternity of lifetime.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>It's all upon us,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>How we choose it to spread.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The blues,</span></i><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>They make us better,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>For whatever is coming next.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Just take one day at a time,</span></i><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Savor every moment;</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Until death comes,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>When we just mock it on it's face,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>As it failed to make us miserable,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>For every single day we lived and loved.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i> -Me</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Story of the above lines is that I woke up today with some lines sent to me by a friend. I ended up responding to her on similar lines. The conversation was interesting, so just felt like sharing a small snippet of it here.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Anyway, it's good to scribble down whatever is there in our mind. Remember the <a href="https://www.pottermore.com/writing-by-jk-rowling/pensieve" target="_blank">Pensieve</a> which Dumbledore used to use in Harry Potter? Writing just works exactly like that. And it's really helpful to lighten the mind and keep oneself away from all such noise as we already have too much to take care of in our day-to-day life, don't we? Well, we can't literally get-rid of thoughts of events from our past but at-least we can learn from it. In</span><span style="font-size: large;"> the end, it all boils down to how we perceive the situations in our day-to-day life and how with the help of that we end up finding our purpose. As </span><span style="font-size: large; text-align: left;">Austrian Psychologist, Wilhelm Stekel said:</span><br />
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<b style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;">"The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of the mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one."</b></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">So, "finding the purpose and living by it" is the key. But it ain't easy.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">1) How we work upon finding our purpose?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">2) How we act when we don't find the purpose or have that feeling that we're lost and have no purpose in life?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">These 2 questions defines many things in life. At any given point of time, we must be prepared to give 100% to our purpose, fulfill our karma or dissolve it, and then let go of that specific form of living. However, there will be phases when we won't know our purpose and probably be confused to hell. At that moment, we must be capable of not knowing what to do with our life, entering a period of not knowing and waiting for a vision or a new form of purpose to emerge. These cycles of strong specific action followed by periods of not knowing what the hell is going on are natural for everyone. The only key here is not to panic during the phase when we're not clear.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large; text-align: left;">However, the toughest dilemma in our life comes when too many situations, on a personal and/or professional level, suddenly start to hit us from all directions. Believe me, till 1.5 years back, I had a relatively chaotic personal and professional life. To add to the misery, I had no idea how to handle it. But then I realized, the things for which I'm bothered about are not worthy of the time I'm giving them. Since then I choose whatever in life is worth bothering about, by asking these questions: Can I resolve the problem by giving some time and/or money of mine over next few days or months? Is the problem worth spending the resources I'm about to spend? If yes, then I add that task as "To Do" in my list along-with a mental note of upper limit for the amount of resources that I'm willing to spend. If no, then I remove that thought from my mind (and task from my life) because I anyway can't resolve it even by giving my time and money to the problem. Since then, the life is so much amazing, positive and fulfilling. Oh, just beware of the fact that sometimes, the "PROBLEM" can be "PEOPLE" too. No matter how close we are to them, we need to learn how to maintain distance from them.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large; text-align: left;">To add to what I just said in the above paragraphs, last week when I started reading this book, <i>"The Subtle Art of not giving a F*ck" by Mark Manson</i>, I was surprised to read what I've already been implementing in my life from the past one year. I know that sometimes situations/people are so important that we need to give a f*ck about them. What to do in those times? </span><span style="font-size: large; text-align: left;">Like, if our parents are involved in some situation and we don't know how to bail out from the situation because it's expected that we help them out, right? So what do we do? We simply get ourselves involved and ask above questions </span><span style="font-size: large; text-align: left;">by putting ourselves completely in their shoes. S</span><span style="font-size: large; text-align: left;">ee if we find the answer as "yes or no". If answer is "no", then tell them why it can't be done with proper reasoning. It might be tough to explain to them, but that's something we all have to handle.</span><br />
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CYNOSUREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09219551408297459967noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639403146285395259.post-34681103754266613242018-06-20T21:08:00.002+05:302018-06-20T21:09:00.007+05:30Book Review: The Catcher in the Rye - J.D.Salinger<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">If you're a youngster or crossed the age, then you might know that state of confusion we all go through atleast once in our life. The state of pointlessness, void, emptyness, meaninglessness, lost purpose... all are just ways to describe the same thing. The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger is the similar</span><span style="font-size: large;"> first person account of a 16-year old bi-polar teenage boy, Holden Caulfield who is going through the same phase of uncertainity in his life.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Every single emotion during his encounter with his roommates in hostel, teachers, fellow travellers, sister is presented in such a clear way without holding back any single thought, literally. This makes the book even more beautiful. Every single thought, dirty or innocent or wicked, has been written down. Doesn't matter how much we think that we need to be decent in the public, such thoughts do come to us once in a while. The cherry on the cake was the part where the author has given a true-touch of local dialect which was decently common in US during 50's.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">As per the story, the kid is really bad in studies and is facing a threat of getting kicked out of school (again). After a fight with his roommate, he evades the hostel and goes rogue for 2 days in the city. His encounter with all kinds of people and his thoughts of being scared/happy/angry is too damn perfect.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The book is a perfect depiction of a complex teenage mind which is generally considered hard to understand even by the experts of the field. If you're traveling or want to read something beautiful and light, then this is something I'd highly recommend.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">PS: I had this book for over an year now, but never picked it up. Not sure what triggered me last week to finally start reading it. Believe me when I say that "this is unlike anything I've ever read and no doubt that this is one of the best books I've ever read."</span></div>
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CYNOSUREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09219551408297459967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639403146285395259.post-84058662921807410192018-06-20T20:25:00.000+05:302018-06-20T20:25:35.612+05:30Life a.k.a. A state of dilemma<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="markup--strong markup--p-strong" style="font-weight: 700;">Scenario #3:</span> I like to call this as “Active-Passive”, where kind-of have something, but still don’t have it. It’s something like “You don’t want to try on something new because you have got a breakthrough which, according to you, will lead you to some place (obviously the world might think different, so better don’t discuss it with anyone until you’re certain) and you’re working on it. Or maybe you’ve decided what you want to try and take it slow, like one day at a time, because you’re life is sort of coming back on track.</div>
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I just wish, life would have been that straight forward. Because there are times when above scenarios start coming up in a mixed manner. It’s like the strong stormy wind which you face when you step out of your house in a cyclone, but you can’t stay inside as it was too dark and claustrophobic. Well, that’s another state of unanswered but mind boggling situation that we face most of the times. Eventually that’s when we get ourselves messed up in and feel stuck.</div>
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Anyway, I’m an IT engineer who somehow has not yet stopped dreaming and has not given up on his dreams(YET). Obviously, I’m in a job, where I’m earning decently (and handsomely, as per many people around me), so I’ve nothing to worry about(again as per what most of them think around me and about me). In a way, they are right. But as I told, I’ve not given up on my dreams, yet.</div>
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<a href="https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/600/1*znQ6ic0kKZ2n3DkbBWrkEg.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="504" data-original-width="600" height="268" src="https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/600/1*znQ6ic0kKZ2n3DkbBWrkEg.jpeg" width="320" /></a>Okay, so enough of vague talks. Let me be clear, I was in a weird state of mind. Till few months back I was in scenario #1 for a decent amount of time. But then things started falling in place. Believe me, that happened all of a sudden and it was a big relief, as it was a clear transition from #1 to #2. But since then, I started taking it slow as I partially but forcefully shifted myself into #3 (because remember that dream thingy :P ). I’ve been working on few things from past 3 months. Things were looking good. I planned things over the period so that I can make a great stride in the coming future (or at least I have a feel that I can do it). However, last week out of the blue, #2 popped up (yet again). Obviously I got confused and wasn’t sure what to do. Things went on for few days. Initially I panicked a bit, as this new surprise was a hindering my long term plans that I had made. I knew somewhere that I had to focus on my long term plan. But this new candy thrown in front of me was too tempting to be returned or to be dumped into the bin. It was a big gamble for me to go to either way.</div>
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Well, I thought for sometime (as in 2 days) on how to proceed and took the opinion of a wise man of the related field (whom I know can provide an unbiased opinion). I had to evaluate between the options of grabbing the opportunity and as a result of which, it was highly likely that I’ll have to quit on current plans which I’ve been executing for 3 months now; and the option of leaving this one and keep continuing with what I was doing. Both had it’s advantages and disadvantages. It was a weird decision to make. But then voila..!! Finally I had an idea.. (I know it was just an idea, but it was something to relax the messed up state of mind). What if I neither throw this new candy into the bin nor consume it right away? What if I strategically place it in the right place in the planned events over the upcoming months? What I realized that like dinner every other night, what if I just postponed the consumption of the desert up until I’m done with the main course and not jump on desert immediately after the starters? After lot of brainstorming, I decided to take on the gambit. Well, since then, it is again really peaceful and I’m sort-of back on track. Phewww..!!</div>
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CYNOSUREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09219551408297459967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639403146285395259.post-28039027417134419172018-04-30T16:08:00.000+05:302018-04-30T16:08:09.825+05:30Euphonious Cacophony<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">When the wind blows really fast,</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">As it may get tough to stay steadfast,</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Neither the nature, nor the creatures,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Nothing would be agile.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Life would be still,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And that will continue to be the scenario for a while.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Walking down the strangely calm street,</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Storm took its toll on everyone,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Life started giving a feel like it is in its interlude.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">From a dead bark of tree,</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Trying to match the colorful movement of their fluttering wings,</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">There was just some need to fine-tune the perspective,</span><br />
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CYNOSUREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09219551408297459967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639403146285395259.post-49023464284653106452017-10-14T10:26:00.000+05:302017-10-14T10:42:06.365+05:30Weekend Morning Rush-Hour...!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">It's Saturday.</span></div>
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terrace. Wind has a slight chill in it. Sun has not exactly shown properly in
days. Although it is trying it's best to come out of clouds as if it's tired of
hiding behind but looks like clouds are winning again. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">However, I see a rush outside. People are already running
for their work. Is it work? I doubt. Some might have work but others are on their way to resolve
the errands which normally they won't get time to do on weekdays. I see lot of
bikes and loaders passing by the road next to our house. With all such
lifestyle, people are getting less and less sensitive with every passing day. Something
in all this reminded of these lines I heard sometime back:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>There's a rhythm in
rush these days</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Where the lights don't
move and the colors don't fade</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Leaves you empty with
nothing but dreams</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>In a world gone
shallow</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>In a world gone lean</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Beautiful lines, right?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Anyway, I see that in my society people are already drying clothes in their balcony. I think it’s better to do it early. Lately the rains
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CYNOSUREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09219551408297459967noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639403146285395259.post-222697666520004202017-10-14T09:20:00.000+05:302018-04-30T15:43:34.293+05:30Shades..!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">It started drizzling suddenly...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">I was standing out on my terrace and saw these strangely
beautiful shades, as if they're trying to tell some story.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">There was a strange, unsettling sound of traffic from the
road next to the house. Bikers speeding up to reach their destination and avoid
getting drenched after days’ work. Yet amidst these noises of bikes and four-wheelers,
rain still slowly managed to over shadow every noise that could reach any
ear...then there was a sudden sense of peace which you'll feel if you continue
to stand out there and try to experience it...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">It was beautiful...!!</span><br />
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CYNOSUREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09219551408297459967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639403146285395259.post-60839462142303801902017-08-27T17:24:00.002+05:302017-08-27T18:53:35.444+05:30TO WHOM-SO-EVER IT MAY CONCERN..!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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**** Human Brain acts strangely. I was just sitting and
admiring rain on my bean-bag, when these lines clicked me. I'm not a
musician, so couldn't describe the random tune which I was humming, but
then I ended up writing these. Well, I think this random one deserves to
be dedicated to my future partner. (TO WHOM-SO-EVER IT MAY CONCERN).
****<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I wanna be with you;</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Sitting on a bean bag, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Next to you.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Sipping hot coffee,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">In rainy weather,</span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">Next to you.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">If you're watching some movie,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">I wanna watch it,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sitting next to you.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">If you're reading some book,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">Then I'll just sit,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">And write one on you.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">Be they hard times or not,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">I wanna be with you, </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">Next to you.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sharing each and every moment</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">With YOU. </span></span><br />
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PS: Thanks to Bangalore rains due to which I was in a house arrest today admiring the beautiful weather.<br />
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CYNOSUREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09219551408297459967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639403146285395259.post-57120940314685509142017-03-26T02:23:00.000+05:302017-03-26T02:23:51.793+05:30Escape Character..!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />Tired and exhausted,<br /> Sitting by the road.<br />Lost in the thoughts,<br /> Too many impulses about to overload.<br /><br />Day dreaming all the events,<br /> While lorries rumbled down the lane.<br />A stone launched from under the tyre,<br /> Sudden conscience was regained but definitely with pain.<br /><br />Unconscious?<br /> Not the best way to describe it.<br />It was just the thought to run away,<br /> Into a world that’s known a little bit.<br /><br />Lost?<br /> Yes, the surroundings were agnostic.<br />Though it gave a desire to escape,<br /> To be a character in a reality that’s realistic.</span><br />
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CYNOSUREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09219551408297459967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639403146285395259.post-49757988365018698042017-01-23T23:10:00.002+05:302017-01-23T23:14:02.876+05:30Mirrored Spaces..!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Lonely and restricted,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> That's what it may appear.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Hollow and shallow,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Yeah, deep within for him it was creepier.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">They kept a mirror all around,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> It scared him a bit.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">He fell into the thoughts,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> "For the world around him, is he a fit?"</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Every second millions of words,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Came to his mind.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">When he tried to pen them down,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> None were so kind.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Worried and bothered,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> About what others might think.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">When he was in the crowd,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Scared, he wasn't exactly sure even how to blink.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">People in the surrounding made him feel awkward,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> While he just tried to figure out some link.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">However, there were few who made him feel "normal",</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Together with them, in random thoughts, he liked to sink.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Though most of the time his life to him felt obscure,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> His days ended sometimes with crying eyes.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">But thanks to those awkwardly normal souls,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> 'coz with them he won't have to worry about those prying eyes.</span><br />
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PS: Wrote this long time back as a task where I was asked to look into the mirror and write whatever come to my mind in 15min.<br />
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CYNOSUREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09219551408297459967noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639403146285395259.post-10862994413595045182016-12-29T15:44:00.002+05:302016-12-29T15:45:50.636+05:30A Beautiful Message to end 2016..!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i><b>Everyone dies alone;</b></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i><b>But,</b></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i><b>If you meant something to someone;</b></i></span></span></div>
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CYNOSUREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09219551408297459967noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639403146285395259.post-26155387332339717192016-10-31T19:59:00.000+05:302016-10-31T20:28:33.569+05:30The Theory of Being Everything..!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><b><i>"</i></b><i>There’s nothing more intimate in life than simply being understood." </i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Honestly, the bits and pieces of this post is in my diary and notepad for few weeks now. And still when I started to write it here, then also I'm not sure what this post is about. I think maybe if I start writing, it might help me clear out things.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">I understand that everyone has their secrets.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">Everyone has a dark side of them, a dark passenger, who always accompanies them.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">Everyone has a chapter in their life that they don't read aloud. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">I too have some of them. I too have a dark passenger whom I like to keep in check. But lately this companion of mine has gone rogue. I didn't let it hurt anyone else, so now it's after me. Well, I think it needs me to speak out. But the biggest problem with me is I don't know how to stand and speak even if something wrong is going on with me. I end up being quiet. Another thing I don't understand is: if someone is behaving in a certain manner, why is he/she behaving that way? The extent to which I'm okay in interpreting complex equations and formulae, you just negate it, and I'm equally bad at interpreting human behavior. Well, at the end of the day, I think I'm human only and not an alien; also I need to interact with others to survive but I'm not sure how. I've always faced difficulty in going and talking to people, basically that has effected my performance everywhere, be it in interviews or interactions with friends. My friends and family think either I'm a stupid or I'm an arrogant guy who doesn't care about what others think. Well, in the matter of fact, I do care and most of the time, even my parents curse me. They even curse me for my expenditure, but I'll be spending just to roam around and meet my friends in the hope that I find someone who'll understand me. However, this problem has mine have always been there. Earlier I was considered just a reserved kid who is scared of interacting with elders, but now, though my behavior is same, the situation is different and it matters.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">The year 2016 has been the worst for me lately. Lot many things have happened and are happening. Earlier I was just a student who always used to spend his life in lab or with books. But now, now I'm part of this vicious cycle of life where I have to earn my living and interact with people. That has never been the real me. My parents say that I'm completely normal but no, I fake the interactions with people around me. I just repeat the dialogues, which I've overheard over the past few years from everyone in different situations, when it comes to interacting with someone. Yes, it's just recorded in my mind for me and I simply replay. Yeah, I've few friends, who I know that they understand me(or maybe I feel so). But life is getting weird lately. I know they can't stick with me all the time and since past one year I'm in a weird state of mind. Till the time I was student, I knew how to handle problems. Now I'm no more a student and I don't know how to handle real life situations. I try fitting it in patterns hoping to understand and predict the outcomes of other upcoming situations based on past events but I've failed every single time. Obviously the blame comes on me that I'm not at all understanding.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">I don't know whom to talk to and even sometimes I get to talk to someone, but then I don't know what to talk. By the time I realize, it gets too late. Yes, every single time it gets too late. Stephen King once said:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i>“The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them — words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller but for want of an understanding ear.”</i></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Yes, <b>"the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller but for want of an understanding ear." </b>I dunno whom to go and talk to, but lately I'm just hoping to find an understanding ear who lets me give a chance to express myself. Yes, I need to express myself. Just once, with a feeling of comfort. I don't want any lecture on what to do, just for once, no lecture. Again, there is this problem of me not being able to express to everyone. </span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">That's why I write and don't talk. But, honestly, it has always been hard to find someone like that, at least for me it is hard. That's why I'm posting this, requesting not to poke me and judge me. I'm a weirdo who panics easily and who's waiting once to be understood, just once. Though I try, but believe me it's frustrating because I can't be everything and this theory of being everything is killing me. As a result, loss of focus in everything.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">PS: Once a close friend asked me not to stop myself from letting the thoughts flow. Hence, after long thought, I'm publishing it here.</span>
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CYNOSUREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09219551408297459967noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639403146285395259.post-79979008186607896862016-10-09T00:01:00.002+05:302016-10-09T02:09:48.217+05:30Million Emotions..!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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CYNOSUREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09219551408297459967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639403146285395259.post-20600211235708732962016-09-21T12:39:00.000+05:302016-10-08T23:25:40.126+05:30Letting Go..!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">People come,<br /> People go.<br /><br />Some leave an impression on my mind,<br /> With some my heart starts to rhyme.<br /> <br />Started as a wicked friendly partner in crime,<br /> Our souls ended up making sweet sounds like a chime.<br /><br />Here I am left alone bidding everyone one by one a farewell,<br /> Whatever life has planned, for them I always pray that all goes well.<br /><br />Well, Once again with a heavy heart and crying soul,<br /> Here I am letting another one go. </span><br />
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CYNOSUREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09219551408297459967noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639403146285395259.post-14540740835846898112016-09-02T11:04:00.000+05:302020-08-19T00:37:22.102+05:30Death's Desire...!!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">The first time I saw her,<br /> I felt attracted.<br />Somethings were off about her,<br /> But from her, only perfection got refracted.<br /> <br />She was lying down on a beach,<br /> In a one-piece that was colored peach.<br />The sky was lit in a white-chocolaty shade,<br /> Romantic you may say, but my desire to get her was like a sharpened blade.<br /><br />Few patches of dark clouds here and there,<br /> Every passing by hour of sky had showed it's own glare.<br />Waxy yellows, cloud spat blues,<br /> My attention got stuck on her like with a glue.<br /> <br />Her body,<br /> I must say it was perfectly gaudy.<br />Erupted inside me, a desire to get her;<br /> To touch her and lay my hands upon her.<br /><br />I wanted to carry her in my arms,<br /> Embrace her with a body so warm.<br />I promised myself, when her time will come, she won't feel a thing,<br /> I'll take her as she is my girl; on her 3rd finger will be my ring.<br /> <br />But I couldn't resist, as she lay against the sea,<br /> Her time was up, when I took her soul mid-way during tea.<br />Suddenly she lost the charm,<br /> Her body was no more warm.<br /> <br />Then came a moment while she lay dead,<br /> But I felt complete, like we both were newly-wed.</span><br />
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