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[iamsumati]

हमारे गधे कहाँ गए?

जब हम छुट्टियों में गाँव जाया करते थे,

यूँ ही “ढेंचू-ढेंचू” गाकर शोर मचाया करते थे—

तब हँसते थे, खेलते थे, बिना सोचे यही,

पर आज वही सवाल चुभता है — हमारे गधे कहाँ गए?

वो कच्ची गलियाँ, वो खेत, वो छाँव,

जहाँ हर मोड़ पे मिल जाता था एक भोला सा गाँव—

अब जब सालों बाद लौटे, तो सन्नाटा ही सन्नाटा है,

न ढेंचू की गूँज, न कोई निशान… हमारे गधे कहाँ गए?

क्या वो शहरों की भागदौड़ में खो गए?

या ट्रैफिक और टावरों के बीच कहीं सो गए?

या फिर तरक्की की सीढ़ियाँ चढ़ते-चढ़ते,

किसी ऊँची कुर्सी पर जा के खुद ही “बड़े” हो गए?

बताओ तो सही… हमारे गधे कहाँ गए?

कहीं ऐसा तो नहीं, कि पहचान बदल ली हो उन्होंने?

सूट-बूट पहनकर इंसानों में घुल गए हों चुपके से?

या सच में किस्मत ने ऐसा पलटा खाया है,

कि कुछ गधे संसद में ही समा गए हों बड़े प्यार से?

सोचो ज़रा… हमारे गधे कहाँ गए?

तब हमें कहाँ समझ थी उनके जीवन के मोल की,

हम तो बस मज़ाक उड़ाते थे उनकी भोली बोल की।

पर आज जब सरकार भी पैसे दे रही है पालने को,

तो लग रहा है — कहीं हमने ही कम आंका था उस रोल को!

पर फिर भी दिल पूछे… हमारे गधे कहाँ गए?

अब तो योजनाएँ बन रही हैं, स्कीमें आ रही हैं,

“गधा पालन” भी अब इकोनॉमी में जगह बना रही है।

जिसे कभी समझा था बेकार और बोझ,

आज वही बन गया है “एसेट”—ये कैसी सोच?

तो फिर दिख क्यों नहीं रहे… हमारे गधे कहाँ गए?

बुद्धि अब आर्टिफ़िशियल हो गई है, कहते हैं लोग,

मशीनें भी सोचने लगीं—ये है नया युग का योग।

पर एक सच्चाई आज भी वैसी की वैसी है भई,

नॉनसेंस तो नेचुरल है — और खूब फल-फूल रही!

तो असली-नकली में फर्क कौन बताए? हमारे गधे कहाँ गए?

मोबाइल में ज्ञान है, पर दिमाग़ में शोर,

हर कोई “एक्सपर्ट” है, पर समझ गई है ठौर।

जो जितना ऊँचा बोले, वही समझदार कहलाए,

शायद इसी भीड़ में असली गधे भी खो जाएँ…

या शायद वो यहीं हैं—बस हम पहचान न पाएँ? हमारे गधे कहाँ गए?

अब हँसी भी आती है और थोड़ा डर भी लगता है,

कहीं ये सवाल हम पर ही तो नहीं हँसता है?

शायद गधे गए नहीं, बस रूप बदल लिया है कहीं—

या फिर आईना ही सच दिखा रहा है यहीं…

तो सच-सच बताओ दिल से ज़रा—

क्या हम ही तो नहीं… वो जिनसे पूछ रहे हैं — हमारे गधे कहाँ गए?

[iamsumati]

Is Life Really a Dream?

“Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream.

Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream.”

A sweet, melodic nursery rhyme sung by millions of children around the world. On the surface, it’s playful and lighthearted—a simple metaphor for life imagined as a boat ride. But beneath that sing-song rhythm lies a profound irony, one that invites reflection on the true nature of existence. Is life really a dream, or is it a test of reality, filled with unexpected turns and sharp rocks beneath its seemingly gentle waters?

Let’s begin with the last line: “Life is but a dream.”

Oh! A poetic notion, almost too delicate for the messiness of human existence. It suggests that life is fleeting, unreal, transient. Like a dream, it can shift direction suddenly, lack control, and end without warning. In just six words, it echoes philosophies as ancient as Vedanta and as modern as existentialism. Buddhists say, “Life is suffering, and all things are impermanent.” Shakespeare mused that “we are such stuff as dreams are made on.” This line fits snugly into that lineage of thought.

But the irony lies in what children sing before they reach this line.

Row, Row, Row… But Where Are We Going?

“Row, row, row your boat” sounds like simple advice—keep going, stay steady, put in the effort. But consider this: if life is just a dream, why are we rowing at all? What purpose does effort serve in a dream? Are we really in control of the boat? Or is the stream deciding our course?

Therein lies the paradox: the rhyme urges us to act with intention, while concluding that life may be without any real consequence, a dream that will fade. It’s a contradiction between effort and surrender, between striving and floating.

Gently Down the Stream… or Tumbling Through a Storm?

“Gently down the stream” paints a serene picture—life as a calm journey, a pleasant drift through a scenic landscape. But ask any adult: Is life really that gentle?

We encounter resistance—financial stress, heartbreak, illness, loss. We’re thrown off course by currents we didn’t expect. Our boats are sometimes damaged, our oars lost. And the stream? It doesn’t always run downstream—at times, it floods, dries up, or turns into rapids.

Yet, the rhyme insists we do it gently. Why? Maybe it’s a reminder not to fight the flow. To approach life’s chaos with grace. Still, it’s ironic to preach gentleness in a world that often demands resilience, grit, and the ability to survive stormy weather.

Merrily, Merrily… Really?

“Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily”—repetition meant to imprint joy. But is it genuine joy, or forced optimism? Can we really be merry all the time?

Here again, the rhyme seems to mock real life. It’s a child’s naive chant in a world where many adults are weighed down by anxiety, ambition, loss, and unfulfilled dreams. The line feels almost like a coping mechanism—say it enough times, maybe it will become true.

This creates an emotional dissonance: an idealistic lens trying to soften the harsh edges of reality. And that, perhaps, is the biggest irony of all.

Life: A Dream or a Test?

So, is life truly a dream?

If it is, it’s one in which we feel real pain, cry real tears, and make real sacrifices. It’s a dream with consequences. One we can’t wake up from when we want. One where our choices, actions, and even the way we row—hard or gently—shape the journey. Or maybe life is a test—a series of unpredictable chapters with pop quizzes and no cheat sheets. Where the stream forks without warning and merriment must be cultivated, not expected.

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Despite its contradictions, the rhyme might still offer valuable insight:

• Row your boat: Keep going. Take responsibility.

• Gently: Don’t force outcomes. Embrace grace and patience.

• Merrily: Find joy where you can. Even when life isn’t perfect.

• Life is but a dream: Don’t cling too tightly. Everything is impermanent.

The beauty of the rhyme lies in this delicate balance: it encourages effort and joy, while reminding us of life’s fleeting, unpredictable nature. It may sound ironic, but it’s not without truth.

Final Thoughts

“Row, Row, Row Your Boat” is more than a nursery rhyme—it’s a poetic contradiction, a paradox dressed in lullaby. It captures the essence of life: the tension between control and surrender, joy and hardship, action and acceptance.

So perhaps the question isn’t whether life is a dream or a test. Perhaps the point is to keep rowing—merrily if you can—while understanding that the stream will surprise you, reality will challenge you, and yet, in the end, it’s all part of a strange, beautiful dream we’re lucky to live in.

[iamsumati]

What if Belief is a Muscle?

What if belief isn’t something we’re born with, or something we wait around hoping to find?

What if belief is a muscle—one that grows stronger the more we use it, the more we stretch it, and yes, even the more we strain it?

We tend to look at belief, especially self-belief, as an elusive feeling. Something that either flows effortlessly or abandons us completely. When we’re on a high—after a success, a compliment, a win—we feel it. That powerful surge of “I can.” But when life turns quiet, or messy, or uncertain, that feeling vanishes, and we’re left questioning everything.

But here’s a radical thought: what if belief isn’t meant to always feel strong?

What if it’s not about constant certainty, but consistent effort?

Think about how we build strength in the gym. No one walks in on day one and lifts their personal best. You don’t expect your muscles to cooperate without protest. You know it’s going to hurt, you know it’s going to take time. And yet, you show up. Day after day. You do your reps. You fail. You push again. And slowly—almost invisibly at first—you grow stronger.

What if self-belief works exactly the same way?

What if every small act of courage—every time you raise your hand in a meeting, every time you step outside your comfort zone, every time you say yes when your mind screams you can’t—you’re doing a rep. What if every time you try again after failing, you’re not just surviving, but growing stronger?

Self-belief doesn’t grow from success alone. It often grows in silence. In the moments no one claps for you. In the quiet morning when you get up and try again, even though yesterday left you drained. In the brave decision to speak your truth, even if your voice shakes.

Belief is a muscle. And like any muscle, it will feel sore. It will feel weak before it feels strong. But over time, if you keep showing up for yourself, something incredible happens: you begin to trust your own strength. Not because everything gets easier, but because you become tougher.

Think of the people you admire—those who seem unstoppable, confident, unshakable. They weren’t born that way. What you’re seeing is years of inner reps. Years of choosing belief over doubt. Not once, but hundreds of times. And still, even now, they train.

So maybe we should stop waiting for belief to arrive and start treating it like a practice. Like breathwork. Like meditation. Like strength training. Something you can build, nurture, recover, and improve.

It’s okay if belief feels shaky today. It doesn’t mean you’re weak. It means you’re in training.

One choice. One action. One rep at a time.

Because belief is a muscle.

And you’re already building it—just by not giving up.

Try this today:

Think of one small thing you’ve been avoiding because you “don’t feel ready.”

Now do it—imperfectly, if needed.

Just one rep. That’s all it takes to start.

You don’t need to believe fully to begin.

You begin, and belief follows.

And here’s a quote to carry in your back pocket:

“Start where you are. Use what you have. Do what you can. And watch belief catch up.”- Arthur Ashe

[iamsumati]

No wires, just vibes!

The world today is obsessed with wireless technology. We marvel at how seamlessly our devices connect—Wi-Fi, Bluetooth, NFC, and a dozen other acronyms we pretend to understand. We celebrate each new upgrade, boasting about faster speeds and longer ranges, as if we are witnessing the pinnacle of human achievement. But in this frenzy of technological advancement, we often overlook the true wireless marvel that has existed since the dawn of time: the grand design of nature itself.

Think about it—before Apple launched AirPods, birds were already communicating effortlessly without wires. Before Elon Musk dreamed of Starlink, the planets were orbiting the sun with impeccable precision, never bumping into each other despite moving at staggering speeds. Even before we had cloud storage, memories were stored in our minds, retrievable (most of the time) without a subscription fee.

Perhaps the most astounding wireless phenomenon is the human soul itself. It enters the body at birth and exits at death, without the need for cables, chargers, or a reboot. No data transfer is needed—one moment it’s there, and the next, it’s gone. We take this for granted, yet it remains an enigma even in the age of artificial intelligence and quantum computing. Scientists spend decades trying to understand consciousness, but the truth is, it exists in us the same way Wi-Fi signals exist in the air—unseen but undeniably real.

Beyond the human soul, nature is filled with incredible examples of wireless connectivity. Birds migrate thousands of miles without GPS. Salmon return to their birthplace through invisible instincts stronger than any tracking device. Dogs know when their owners are coming home without checking a Find My iPhone app. Ants organize massive colonies with perfect coordination, never needing a Slack channel. And yet, despite all our technological genius, humans struggle to figure out if the “seen” message on WhatsApp means someone is ignoring us or just busy.

For all the wireless marvels in the universe, humans, the so-called intelligent species, seem to be the only ones struggling to communicate effectively—especially with themselves. We send messages across continents in seconds but fail to listen to our own thoughts. We crave the ability to control smart devices with a tap but can’t control our own habits.

Breaking a bad habit and forming a good one doesn’t require a Wi-Fi connection, a software update, or a subscription. It simply requires a strong will—a desire to improve. Think about it: no cables, no hardware, no tech support needed. Yet, how many of us struggle to quit smoking, wake up early, or eat healthy, despite knowing it’s entirely within our control?

If nature can orchestrate planets, guide migrations, and enable communication without a single wire, and if we can program devices to work seamlessly at the touch of a button, then why do we, as humans, struggle to program ourselves for success?

Could it be that while we’ve mastered external wireless technology, we’ve lost touch with the most important wireless connection of all—the one within ourselves?

[iamsumati]

वाह कुंभ, महाकुंभ!

गंगा किनारे लगा है मेला,

पाप कटाने का भारी खेला।

डुबकी मारो, पुण्य कमाओ,

बीते पापों को पानी में बहाओ!

कहते हैं जल बड़ा ही जादूगर,

छूते ही मिट जाए हर हीन प्रकरण।

न घूस का दोष, न छल-कपट,

बस एक गोता और पाप पट!

मीडिया बोले—“यही है मौका!”

सरकार कहे—“भीड़ में हो झोंका!”

ट्रेन में ठुंसे, बसों में लदे,

साधु-संत भी संग में खड़े!

धनी भक्तों की मौज निराली,

वीआईपी घाट, भीड़ से खाली।

गरीब बेचारा धक्के खाए,

पाप कटे या प्राण ही जाए!

संगम तट पर गूंजे जयकारा,

पंडे बोले—“बस एक नारियल चढ़ा दो प्यारा!”

धोएंगे सब पाप तुम्हारे,

बस ये दक्षिणा सच्चे तुम्हारे।

डुबकी मारी, मन तो पावन,

पर कर्म वहीं, वही है आचरण!

क्या बदला? क्या नया सीखा?

या बस कुंभ में पुण्य ही बीता?

वाह कुंभ, महाकुंभ निराला,

पापी-पुण्यी, सबका रखवाला!

पर कर्म से भागे तो क्या फायदा?

फिर भी भीड़ करे बस यही वादा—

“अगले कुंभ तक फिर मिलेंगे,

पाप कमाकर फिर घुलेंगे!”

[iamsumati]

The Reel Virus: A Pandemic More Contagious Than Corona?

Remember when we used to be afraid of viruses? You know, the ones that spread through coughs, sneezes, and bad hand hygiene? Well, move over, Corona—there’s a new pandemic in town, and it doesn’t care about social distancing. Welcome to the age of Reel Addiction, where people aren’t just living their lives but meticulously staging them for likes, shares, and that oh-so-satisfying dopamine hit.

The Reel Virus is no ordinary affliction. It doesn’t come with a fever or a sore throat, but the symptoms are far worse: Ever seen someone bust out an impromptu dance in the middle of the road while traffic honks impatiently?; Victims lose all sense of surroundings while capturing the ‘perfect angle,’ even if it means dangling off a cliff or standing in the middle of railway tracks; From ‘waking up looking flawless’ (which took two hours of prep) to ‘eating naturally’ (while making sure the camera catches the perfect bite), reality takes a backseat to performance; Conversations with family and friends? Forgotten. Special moments? Only if they can be monetized. If it wasn’t posted, did it even happen?

We have never been more connected yet never been more distant. People are physically present but mentally lost in the next content idea. Parents capture every milestone of their kids—but through a lens, missing the magic of the moment. Couples sit across each other at restaurants, scrolling through strangers’ love lives instead of living their own.

And let’s not forget those who’ll hang from moving trains, dance on rooftops, or pretend to ‘accidentally’ drop their iPhones into fountains—all for viral fame. The irony? Some of these stunts land them in hospitals (or worse), proving that chasing virtual validation can cost you your actual existence.

Yes, reels can be fun. They’re a great way to express creativity, tell stories, and kill time (sometimes, too much of it). But when they start replacing real-life experiences, conversations, and responsibilities, we need a hard reality check.

Scrolling endlessly may be entertaining, but it’s not living. When was the last time you had a deep, undistracted conversation? Felt the joy of watching a sunset without recording it? Enjoyed food without a “food vlog” performance?

Reels will always be there. Real life moments won’t. Choose wisely.

[iamsumati]

The March to Marathon: Embracing the Journey to TMM 2025

Training for a marathon isn’t just a physical challenge; it’s a mental odyssey. The road leading up to the Tata Mumbai Marathon (TMM) 2025 has been anything but predictable. From grueling practice runs to the unexpected aches that creep in just weeks before the big day, every step has been a lesson in endurance, patience, and self-belief.

Marathon training is synonymous with discomfort. It begins with tired legs, burning lungs, and the quiet battle to keep going. Yet, there’s an odd sense of pride in enduring these pains. They remind us we’re stretching beyond what once seemed impossible.

But the body has its way of playing tricks. Two weeks before race day, you feel pains that weren’t there before—a knee twinge, a calf cramp, or a stiff back. It’s as if your body is testing your resolve, whispering, “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

The answer must always be: Yes, I am. Because these pains, fleeting as they may be, are part of the transformation from runner to marathoner.

No amount of arithmetic or pacing strategies can truly prepare you for race day. You might meticulously calculate the ideal splits, envision a steady rhythm, and plan for the perfect hydration breaks. But a marathon is an unpredictable beast. Unlike a half marathon or a 10K, where consistency often leads to success, a marathon demands more. What worked in shorter distances—be it a particular gel, pace, or mindset—might crumble at kilometer 35. The marathon tests not just your legs but your heart, your grit, and your ability to adapt when nothing goes as planned.

Yet, this unpredictability is what makes it magical. It’s a game of surprises, and every runner who crosses the finish line emerges a little wiser, a little stronger, and a lot prouder.

A marathon isn’t for everyone. It’s not just about covering the 42.195 kilometers; it’s about embracing the journey leading up to it. The early morning runs, the long training sessions under the sun, the missed social events, and the sheer determination to keep moving forward—it’s all part of the process.

Those who take on this challenge are a unique breed, driven by a relentless desire to conquer their limits. And as the countdown to TMM 2025 begins, it’s worth pausing to look back on every practice run, every milestone achieved, and the joy felt along the way.

The marathon isn’t just a race; it’s a celebration of your journey. It’s the culmination of months of hard work, pain, and self-discovery. As race day approaches, let the excitement build, let the nerves settle in, and most importantly, let the memories of your training fuel your spirit.

TMM 2025 is around the corner. The roads are calling, the finish line awaits, and you’re ready to answer the challenge. Lace up, runner. It’s time to conquer the marathon and discover what you’re truly capable of.

[iamsumati]

Choice of Words is The Voice of Words

In an age where our thumbs type faster than our mouths can speak and emojis supplement our emotions, the power of words remains undiminished. Words, those tiny vessels of meaning, hold the capacity to build bridges, ignite fires, or burn down entire villages of understanding. Welcome to the exploration of the paramount importance of the choice of words in our hyper-connected world.

Imagine a world where words are like spices. A dash of humor, a sprinkle of kindness, a pinch of wisdom, and voila! You've got yourself a dish that can leave a lasting impression. But what happens when you throw in a spoonful of sarcasm or a tablespoon of carelessness? Well, you might just end up with a recipe for disaster.

In our fast-paced, tweet-it-before-you-think-it society, the choice of words is more crucial than ever. A single misplaced word can ruin relationships, derail careers, and turn opportunities into missed chances. Consider the case of a hasty email sent in the heat of the moment, or a poorly phrased social media post that goes viral for all the wrong reasons. The consequences can be swift and severe, as public opinion turns on a dime and reputations are tarnished in an instant.

Conversely, words chosen with care and precision can work wonders. They can heal old wounds, inspire greatness, and create bonds that last a lifetime. In the realm of business, a well-crafted proposal or a thoughtfully worded negotiation can seal the deal. In personal relationships, expressing gratitude, empathy, or love with the right words can strengthen connections and build lasting trust.

But let's face it, in the race to communicate quickly and efficiently, we often sacrifice quality for speed. We text shorthand, abbreviate emotions, and rely on autocorrect to fill in the gaps. This rush can lead to misunderstandings, as the subtleties of tone and nuance get lost in translation. The message received may not always be the message intended.

Take a moment to reflect on the words you use daily. Are they chosen with intent and purpose, or are they simply the first that come to mind? The ancient wisdom of "think before you speak" is more relevant than ever. In fact, in this era of rapid-fire communication, perhaps we should adopt a new mantra: "Think, edit, then speak."

In the professional world, this can mean the difference between sealing a deal and watching it slip away. Imagine a job interview where your words convey confidence and competence, versus one where they betray nervousness and uncertainty. Or a business meeting where your succinct, well-chosen words display your expertise, as opposed to rambling, which suggests a lack of focus.

The same principles apply to personal relationships. Saying less can often mean saying more. When we speak less, our words carry more weight and meaning. They show that we have taken the time to listen, to think, and to choose our response carefully. This considered approach can build deeper connections and foster mutual respect.

So, in a world where words fly at the speed of light, let us not forget the power they hold. Choose your words wisely, for they are the voice of your thoughts, your intentions, and your character. They can open doors or close them, build bridges or burn them, heal wounds or inflict them. The choice is yours, and the impact is profound.

In conclusion, let us embrace the art of thoughtful communication. Let us speak less but say more. Let us remember that our choice of words is indeed the voice of our words, and let that voice be one that builds, inspires, and connects. After all, words are the threads that weave us together. Choose them wisely, and watch the wonders they can create.

[iamsumati]

A note on “A Runner's Paradise: Heaven, Hell, and the Marathon Afterlife"

Dear Fellow Runners,

Welcome to the afterlife, where the concept of heaven and hell has been given a good old-fashioned runner's twist. Here, instead of harps and halos, we've got hydration packs and finisher medals. So lace up your celestial sneakers and let's explore this marathon journey through the afterlife!

First off, let's talk about our version of hell: "Non-Runners' Netherworld." Picture this: an eternity of endless Netflix marathons (the binge-watching kind, not the 26.2-mile kind), surrounded by recliners and remote controls. No mile markers, no finish lines, just an eternal loop of sedentary stagnation. For those of us who thrive on endorphins and adrenaline, it's a fate worse than shin splints.

Now, onto our version of heaven: "Runner's Paradise." Here, the streets are paved with smooth asphalt, the air is crisp with the scent of victory, and every day is race day. You'll find aid stations stocked with energy gels and electrolyte drinks, and the only clouds in the sky are those of chalk dust kicked up by the feet of fellow runners. In Runner's Paradise, PRs are eternal, and the only limit is the distance of your next run.

But wait, there's more! Within Runner's Paradise, there are different tiers of running achievement, each with its own perks and privileges. Picture it as a tiered race series, where your bib number determines your celestial status.

For those who've completed a 5K or two, welcome to the "Half Marathon Haven." Here, the pace is leisurely, and the post-race snacks are plentiful. Think of it as a perpetual brunch buffet, where carb-loading is not just encouraged but mandatory.

Next up, we have the "Full Marathon Oasis." Congratulations, you've graduated to the big leagues! Here, the mileage is longer, the blisters are bigger, but so are the rewards. Imagine a never-ending finish line chute lined with cheering spectators and personalized motivational signs. And don't worry, the foam rollers are always on standby for those inevitable post-race aches and pains.

But for the truly elite among us, there's the "Ultra Runner's Utopia." This is where the legends reside, where every run is an epic adventure, and every trail is a conquerable challenge. Here, the terrain is rugged, the elevation is extreme, and the sense of accomplishment is unparalleled. It's like a never-ending Barkley Marathons, minus the possibility of getting lost in the woods (we hope).

So there you have it, fellow runners: our very own version of heaven and hell, tailored specifically for those of us who measure distance in miles and pace in minutes per mile. Whether you're a casual jogger or an ultramarathoner extraordinaire, there's a place for you in the great race of the afterlife.

So keep pounding the pavement, chasing those PRs, and remember: in the grand marathon of existence, the finish line is just the beginning of the next great adventure.

Happy running, both in this life and the next!

Warmest regards,

Your Heavenly Race Director

[iamsumati]

What if time's a currency?

I have thought several times to jot down thoughts that arrive & go like a flying bird, but the lost momentum takes to different sources of distractions. Of these– smart phone being the biggest window of distraction. Right from morning to night before sleep and even just after waking up with the alarm bell set in phone. Phone has become a great source of distraction. Rather it has become equivalent to addiction. People have become so addicted to it that it appears that the common sense is losing its grip from our lives. No “Common sense” would eventually result in life full of “non-sense”– people crazy over reels be it making it and posting it or bickering with family & friends for the sake of making reel. Hardly, few of us take stock of time wasted in phone and the toll it is taking on our emotions and impact on health be it anxiety or excessive stress over eyes & brain due to continuous engagement with phone. And not to talk about the trend of people using those wireless Ear pods. People, literally adults to elders flaunt their ear pods hanging from ear for extended period thereby ignoring the impact on ears at all. And, yes the smart-watches! Kids of age 8 or 10 maybe being seen wearing smart watches. What would a smart watch add in the smartness of a kid, which is probably going to be distracted through these gadgets? The impulse to flaunting or using new smart-gadgets has become so rampant among people of all classes that we are smartly becoming stupid. Gadgets or smart-phones ultimately are the window open to distraction only. Before we realize or analyze its impact on our time or health– we are getting distracted, probably by the new notification just popped on your phone or maybe on smart watch or wait maybe just the sound of it transmitted through wireless ear pods.

Ever wondered about folks buying a smart gadget on EMI and eventually getting lost in various distractions and failing to pay the EMI? Who would have thought like at the beginning of 19th Century phones would become smarter and not humans? The device originally designed or invented for establishing connection with others is now a big source of disconnection from self. What if in this era, “Humpty-Dumpty” sat on a wall to make a reel and thereafter had a great fall?

A rush to non-sense is evident in our surroundings. While we may have become habitual with mis-utilizing time but it’s always okay to have a slice of fun and reduce distraction- after all time is all we have, nothing less than a currency!

[iamsumati]

From Broken Shells to Grateful Hearts: A Morning Epiphany

As the sun began its ascent, painting the sky with hues of pink and gold, I embarked on my routine morning run. Little did I know that within the confines of that seemingly ordinary morning lay a profound encounter that would stir the depths of my soul. Post morning activity, while Returning from my car parked underground, I ascended the stairs, eager to begin my day. Yet, fate had a different plan as I stumbled upon a sight that halted me in my tracks – a small egg, its delicate shell shattered, scattered as if it had fallen from above. Instantly, my mind raced, contemplating the series of events that led to this moment. Amidst the labyrinth of pipes and wiring, my thoughts weaved through the possibilities, leading me to a heartbreaking conclusion – a nest, precariously nestled between fire pipe and wiring, its fragile inhabitant robbed of the chance to experience life's embrace. And there, perched nearby, was the grieving figure of a mother bird, her sorrowful gaze fixed upon the remnants of what could have been.In that poignant moment, the plight of this tiny creature resonated deeply within me. The resilience and sacrifice of motherhood, the fragility of life itself – all encapsulated in the shattered remnants of an egg. I stood there, a silent witness to the raw emotions that transcended species, feeling an inexplicable connection to the profound cycle of existence.Though I longed to intervene, to ease the mother's anguish, I found myself powerless in the face of nature's immutable course. And yet, amidst the sorrow, there emerged a glimmer of gratitude – a profound appreciation for the blessings bestowed upon us, both great and small.

In the wake of this encounter, I am reminded of the importance of gratitude, of cherishing the blessings that adorn our lives – however fleeting they may be. For in the midst of life's trials and tribulations, it is the practice of gratitude that serves as guiding light us towards a state of contentment and peace.

As I continue my journey, I carry with me the memory of that morning encounter – a testament to the beauty and fragility of life, and a reminder to be ever thankful for the blessings that grace our path. For in the end, it is gratitude that lends solace to the soul and imbues our existence with meaning and purpose.

[iamsumati]

A 'must-read' note on Punctuality!

In a world where time seems to move faster than ever, punctuality often takes a back seat in our priorities. However, recent observations at a school function brought to light the profound impact of punctuality and discipline on individuals' lives.

I was struck by the dedication and consistency displayed by certain students. Amidst the chatter and excitement, there were those who stood out not just for their academic achievements or extracurricular talents, but instead also for their unwavering commitment to punctuality. These students hadn't missed a single day of school in a year.

It was awe-inspiring to witness their dedication to showing up, day in and day out, regardless of obstacles or challenges that may have arisen. Some had maintained this impeccable attendance record for three years, while others had achieved the remarkable feat of perfect attendance for five consecutive years.

Their commitment to punctuality and discipline spoke volumes about their character and work ethic. In a society where tardiness is often overlooked or excused, these students served as shining examples of the virtues of punctuality.

But what exactly makes punctuality so important?

First and foremost, punctuality is a mark of respect – respect for oneself and for others. By being punctual, we demonstrate our commitment to our responsibilities and obligations. Whether it's showing up to school or work on time, meeting deadlines, or honoring appointments, punctuality reflects our reliability and integrity.

Moreover, punctuality breeds efficiency and productivity. When we arrive promptly to our commitments, we maximize our time and make the most of every opportunity. It allows us to stay organized, reduce stress, and accomplish tasks more effectively.

Additionally, punctuality fosters a positive reputation and trustworthiness. Consistently being on time builds credibility and earns the trust of others. Whether it's in academic, professional, or personal settings, punctual individuals are perceived as dependable and capable.

Reflecting on the students with perfect attendance, it's evident that punctuality is not just a habit; it's a mindset. It requires discipline, dedication, and a strong sense of responsibility. But the rewards are immense – from academic success to professional advancement to personal fulfillment.

In a world filled with distractions and temptations, maintaining punctuality can be challenging. However, the example set by these students serves as a reminder of the transformative power of discipline and consistency.

As we navigate our own journeys, let us strive to emulate their dedication to punctuality. Let us recognize the importance of showing up, not just physically, but mentally and emotionally as well. For in the end, it's not just about being on time – it's about making every moment count.

So, the next time you're tempted to hit the snooze button or procrastinate on a task, remember the lesson of perfect attendance. Embrace punctuality as a guiding principle in your life, and watch as it propels you toward success and fulfillment.

[iamsumati]

The Bitter truth behind sweet illusions

In a remote village in Rajasthan, I once encountered a scene that left me deeply disillusioned. It was a simple sight—a glass of juice being sold by a local vendor. However, what lay inside the transparent plastic cup was not just juice but a concoction of almost equal parts juice and sugar, glaringly visible to anyone who cared to look. This village juice stand, devoid of the sophisticated packaging seen in commercial products, presented its contents in a straightforward manner—a stark contrast to the polished façade of many global brands.

This encounter led me to ponder the power of presentation in shaping our perceptions. Whether it's a product, an idea, or even a person, how something is presented often conquers our impressions, regardless of its truth or potential harm. This art of presentation has permeated every facet of our lives—from politics and education to religion and business. In today's world, people seldom pause to scrutinize the dangers concealed behind illusionary presentations.

Politicians, in particular, have mastered the art of presentation to manipulate public opinion. Through the constant dissemination of misinformation via mainstream and social media, they orchestrate a systemic brainwash, masking their corruption and self-serving agendas under the guise of public welfare.

Consider the recent incident involving a minister's demand for premium mineral water at an event. The irony is palpable—a public servant squandering resources and time on extravagance, all at the expense of taxpayers. Yet, such occurrences often escape widespread scrutiny, contributing to a culture of indifference and apathy.

Even when scandals do surface, their impact on public perception is fleeting. Take, for instance, a minister fasting before inaugurating a temple—a spectacle orchestrated for religious optics rather than genuine piety. Despite its absurdity, such theatrics are normalized through relentless propaganda by political IT cells and compliant media outlets.

In this age of information overload, common sense seems anything but common. Misinformation masquerades as truth, while genuine voices are drowned out by the cacophony of falsehoods. Media organizations have succumbed to the allure of sensationalism and sycophancy, abandoning their duty to hold power to account.

As society hurtles towards unprecedented complexity, disillusionment becomes the new normal. We chase elusive ideals of perfection, oblivious to the contentment found in simplicity and authenticity. The remedy lies not in grand narratives or false promises but in reclaiming our discernment and rejecting the allure of presentation over substance.

In a world inundated with illusions, let us strive for clarity amidst the chaos. For therein lies the path to true enlightenment and lasting fulfillment. While the world is getting messier, it is quite important to mention couple of line from Song "Clarity" by 24kGoldn "It's not easy living with clarity; I just need a little more therapy."

[iamsumati]

Cycling after a gap of close to maybe 10 or 15 years! Before the event I was wondering whether I will be able to do cycling comfortably without falling as I haven’t done it in past so many years, but to my surprise I was able to do it properly. Cycling refreshed my memories of childhood days I learned cycling hard way on road once in Delhi…I did fall several times and many scratches etched and forgotten at that time, but the joy of being still able to do cycling is a “full paisa wasool” moment for those old scars.

But went cycling in my running outfit only. 🫡😆

[iamsumati]

The world is a scary place, Señorita!

In a world where popular faces often serve as masks, concealing the unsettling truths beneath, recent revelations, such as the Epstein List coming to light, force us to confront the darker aspects of society. The exposure of big names associated with malicious deeds unveils a chilling reality – a reality that extends beyond scandalous headlines to the profound trauma endured by innocent children, both mentally and physically.

The term “human trafficking” is frequently heard, but the shocking realization that leaders and lawmakers might be complicit in protecting those who engage in assault and offensive acts against vulnerable individuals adds another layer of disquiet. As global conflicts, like the ongoing Ukraine-Russia, Gaza-Israel, and Suez conflicts persist, it becomes evident that beneath the geopolitical struggles, the arms and ammunition sector thrives, often at the expense of innocent lives.

The question arises – who is truly responsible for the perpetuation of corruption, violence, and various forms of inhumane behavior? The answer points towards a complex network of individuals in positions of power, acting in the interest of lobbies that prioritize their own gains over the well-being of humanity.

The future seems daunting, with the prospect of individuals exploiting systems for personal gain persisting. The allure of wealth blinds some to the ethical implications of their actions, leading to the ruthless exploitation of others. While possessing vast amounts of money may seem like success, the toll it takes on the human soul, burdened with sins, raises a crucial question: is such wealth worth the cost of one’s morality?

Amidst ongoing conflicts and global crises, the need for a deeper examination of the leadership we support becomes paramount. The harsh reality remains – Life is random and the world is a scary place.

In the vast expanse of the universe, Earth may appear as a mere dot, insignificant in the grand design of cosmos. Yet, paradoxically, the actions and exploitations orchestrated by those in power on this seemingly tiny dot have repercussions far beyond its celestial stature. The creation of artificial conflicts for the promotion of arms and ammunition turns our planet into a pivotal point of concern, overshadowing the cosmic insignificance of our existence.

While the idea of extraterrestrial life might seem like a distant concept, the real challenge lies in addressing the immediate issues at hand. The manipulation of conflicts for personal gain raises questions about the sustainability of our world. The illusionary nature of amassed wealth and the safeguarding of images and secrets paint a grim picture, where the actions of a few wield enormous influence over the destiny of the many.

Amidst this cosmic insignificance, one undeniable truth remains – nothing and no one on this planet is immortal. Not the dinosaurs that once roamed the Earth, and certainly not the leaders in prime positions today. This acknowledgment should prompt reflection on the legacy we leave behind. The current actions and inactions of those in power become the blueprint for the world we bequeath to future generations.

The call for a "better world for future generations" is not just a cliché but a profound responsibility. It requires transcending selfishness, overcoming violence, and dispelling negativity from our daily lives. The hope is that, like the dinosaurs that faded into extinction, the negative aspects of our existence can also vanish. Let us pray for a world that is ever-evolving towards compassion, understanding, and a commitment to ensuring the well-being of future generations. In the face of the vast cosmos, our collective actions on this tiny dot can shape a legacy that transcends the limits of our celestial insignificance.

It is important to give a second thought to an old saying- “all that glitters is not gold.”

It is upto each of us- whether to become a dot that lies beneath the question or the dot that marks the continuity of our existence!

[iamsumati]

Jugaad Jamboree: Why Genuine Solutions Outshine Quick Fixes

Living with problems? It's like starring in a never-ending sitcom where the punchline is just acceptance. Picture this: instead of being the lead in your own sitcom, you can be the hero of a thrilling adventure – the quest for solutions! Living with problems has become a pervasive mindset, where acceptance often masquerades as a solution. However, true resolution stems from an inner desire to unravel complexities and confront challenges head-on. Unfortunately, many succumb to this pattern, weaving it into their habits and behaviors until it becomes an intoxicating acceptance of fate.

It's crucial to recognize that merely tolerating problems perpetuates a cycle of submission. Instead, one should harbor the determination to seek solutions actively. While an immediate fix may not always be apparent, every problem holds the potential for resolution. "Jugaad," a term often used for makeshift solutions, provides a temporary distraction but seldom addresses the root cause. So, here's the deal. Living with problems is like wearing socks with holes and convincing yourself it's the latest fashion trend. Let's ditch the problem wardrobe and step into the runway of active problem-solving, strutting with confidence and style.

Becoming a slave to the habit of enduring problems might lead to creating more issues rather than resolving them. It's imperative to break free from the shackles of acceptance and boldly respond to challenges. By being proactive in finding genuine solutions, we avoid the pitfalls of relying on quick fixes that only serve as temporary diversions. Imagine problems as mischievous gremlins playing hide-and-seek. Sure, "jugaad" might feel like a clever disguise, but those gremlins are masters at peek-a-boo. It's time to stop playing games and pull out the superhero cape of genuine solutions. Who needs "jugaad" when you can be the superhero soaring above problem clouds?

In essence, don't let problems define your fate. Now, let's talk about the "fate" card. It's like playing a game of poker with destiny, but instead of folding, let's bluff our way to victory with a winning hand of bold responses. Destiny may deal the cards, but you decide how to play them – and we're going all-in for solutions. Be the architect of your solutions, steering clear of the "jugaad" ideology that, in the long run, tends to compound rather than alleviate the challenges we face. Embrace the journey of problem-solving, for therein lies the path to genuine progress and lasting success.

Breaking free from the problem sitcom means no more laugh tracks of acceptance echoing in the background. We're rewriting the script with witty one-liners of solution success. Think of it as a stand-up comedy routine where problems are the punchlines, and you're the star making the audience roar with laughter at your clever solutions.

In this quirky adventure, we're not just escaping the problem drama; we're throwing a grand finale where problems take a backseat, and solutions steal the spotlight. After all, life is too short for dull plotlines and predictable endings. Let's script our own story, filled with humor, bold actions, and a cast of solutions that'll leave everyone cheering for an encore!

[iamsumati]

Breaking the “Trend-om”

In a world where everyone's marching to the beat of the same Instagram filter and the rhythm of stock market IPOs, there lies a breed of individuals who dare to dance to the cacophony of their own quirky drumbeats. These rebels refuse to be part of the "Eventi-fication" movement, where hiring an event team for every occasion is as common as avocado toast for brunch.

Picture this: a wedding so meticulously planned by an army of event organizers that the bride and groom feel more like spectators than stars of their own show. The eventi-fied video may capture every orchestrated moment, but does it truly encapsulate the spontaneous joy of a marriage? Perhaps not, but it does showcase the synchronized dance moves of the hired entertainers.

And then there's the stock market, where the IPO frenzy is akin to a Black Friday sale stampede. Everyone is rushing to buy shares, thinking they've discovered the next big thing. Little do they realize that in the jungle of finance, it's not about following the herd but embracing the wild and unpredictable nature of the market.

Our trend rebels scoff at the idea of conformity. They're not afraid to flaunt their dusty, old-fashioned chutzpah in a world drowning in superficial trends. While others chase after fleeting fads, these rebels forge their own paths, leaving a trail of authenticity that's refreshingly genuine.

So, here's a memo to the trend followers: when the dust settles on your eventi-fied memories and IPO dreams, what will you be left with? Perhaps a hefty bill from the event team or a stock portfolio that resembles a roller coaster ride.

In the jungle of life, don't be a trend-follower; be the Tarzan of your own narrative. Swing through the vines of individuality, roar with the spirit of authenticity, and let the world marvel at the wild spectacle that is you – trend-free and gloriously untamed. After all, it's not the trends that make a mark; it's the rebels who dare to break them.