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Filter the Signal from the Noise

I know it is hard,
but just for once give it an honest try,
I am sure you can practice it to perfection,
and when you will,
the world would appear much nicer,
people will be more kind,
and life will be much happier
then you can ever imagine

And for such bliss
all you have to do is
sift the goodness from all the evil things you invariably see,
like a physicist filtering the signal from the noise,
you focus in the beauty people possess,
and when you make such thoughts to rule
the evil becomes trivial, insignificant and minuscule

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Window to Soul

I stared deep into the mirror
trying to read my soul through my eyes’ reflection,
unaware that the mirror was an illusion
and naive enough to understand
that soul was not to read
but to feel,
often with closed eyes

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Life Lessons

I am traveling today for another day trip to LA. On my way to the airport I met this interesting man Richard. Rich, as he liked him to be addressed, drives Lyft ride share as a part-time hobby. Upon my chit-chat with him, I learned a few interesting things. The writer in me thought it might very well qualify for a travelogue 😄

He was in his late sixties. His charming personality made those wrinkles on his face appear insignificant. He loved to talk and was very friendly. Upon my enquiring, I found his main business was real estate. He had 3 properties by the shorelines, which he rent out to vacation seekers through the year. Some of the best beaches I have seen are by the jersey shorelines( a post for a later time 🏖😊). if you love the weather channel ⛈🌊 or were in the northeastern US in 2012, you will sure remember Sandy. It was a category 3 storm with wind speed of 115 mph and costed US about 68.7 billion dollars, fourth largest in the US history.

I was in NJ during that time, and it wasn’t pretty. Though I was about 50 miles inland, the surging wind roar was something I would never forget. I was lucky enough not to lose power and hosted my friends who were a little unfortunate.

I recalled shorelines were hit the worst. The houses were uprooted, cars floated in abundance and it was mayhem all around. So, out of curiosity, I asked whether he faced any trouble during Sandy? It seemed one of his house was by the waters, and during the storm it completely washed away. But here is what I learned – despite having flood insurance the maximum anyone got paid was 250k. Not a penny was paid to those who didn’t have flood insurance. I never knew flood insurance had limits 🤔. His house was a condominium so he fortunately was covered. I had not taken flood insurance for my houses 😱. His advice was no matter where we are located, we should always take flood insurance. Something I need to do when I am back from this trip.

Then we spoke about our families. He grew up in Brooklyn. If NY fascinates you, you must have heard about this place. Brooklyn is one of the most populous boroughs of NY city. B-Boying dance form was invented here. Brooklyn was known for crime in the past and he shared his experience of growing up in the area. He had one daughter, who incidentally lived a few miles away from where I resided. He then mentioned a very interesting thought. In the search of the most perfect husband, his daughter was still a bachelorette. I understood it was the father’s version and his daughter may have a different perspective. However, his words hit me hard, for most of us let go of the moments, people and sometimes love in search of the perfect universe.

The drive was uneventful and I reached the airport on time. With an advice to act upon and a lesson to ponder I am ready to spend my next 6 hours of flight time

Thanks for reading.

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Your Share Of Relief

Don’t let the hint of love
and the essence of ecstasy
recede inside the boundaries
of your reluctant heart

Convoluted with thoughts of getting judged
or the fear of getting misunderstood
don’t curtail those emotions
that you hold deep in your defiant eyes

Let them flow
let them reach the heart where it belongs
and even if you fail to get what you wished
you will for sure get your share of relief

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Traffic

And for Humor….

We all hate traffic. Stuck in congestion is never a good feeling. However, you will be surprised to know some people actually love traffic. Believe it or not gridlock excites few.

Any guesses?

If you know the answer comment your response or else scroll down😊👇

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Website owners 😁. The more traffic we get the happier we become. Happy blogging to you all lovely souls 😜

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His Sophistry

He weaved his guile in sugar coated words,
cajoled her with his skillful deceive,
and when she came into his false ensemble,
he deluded her grails with his sophistry,
now she had left him for good,
but the shards of his deceit
was forever engraved on her heart,
a poignant reminder,
that still rattled her for her naive belief

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Tend The Soul

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A Saturday To Remember

I had a packed day yesterday. A Saturday well spent. I woke at leisure and the first thing I did was switching the television on. I got glued to the box watching the England-Sweden quarterfinals. England dominated the game. They ruled the field, completely outplayed Sweden.

Right after the match, I hit the gym. I was done with my weight training and about to ride the treadmill when my son texted me about his plan to go to Duke’s farm for biking. I had been biking for a while and had taken many trails that the beautiful state of NJ offers, but never rode my bike in the Duke’s farm.

The farm is located in Hillsborough, NJ, about 6 miles away from my home. It is a beautiful estate with 2700 acres of wild reserve. The farm is a noted landmark in the area and one of the oldest parks opened for public. Though the place existed for a long time, it was open for public in the year 1912.

I was keen to ditch the bike ride for another time influenced by my desire to watch the much anticipated last quarterfinals between Russia and Croatia. But my love for exploring new place happily won the battle.

I drove directly to the farm(another time, I would have ridden my bike instead) and rented a bike at the park. The bike trail at Duke’s farm was one of the best trails I had ever seen. With lush green forest, dirt road, wild deer, wing expanding herons, flowing stream, picturesque sight, wildflowers and serenity, the trail was one serene ride. The trail stretches about 18 miles crisscrossing the park in no particular order.

My ride trail. The number indicates the miles

After the first 3 miles, the mother and son decided to rest at the barn restaurant, and I went on to explore the wild. I missed my bike as the rental bike had its limitations. I rode for an hour covering about 10.5 miles. Below are some of the capture.

With the promise to come back again, I retired for the day. When I reached home the match was still on(into the extra times) and I enjoyed a great game of soccer. Croatia won in a nail-biting penalty shootout. My day was not over yet, for I had an eventful evening to attend.

if you love Bollywood this might interest you. Salman Khan was in town with many of his co-stars to rock NJ. 💥🌟

I had never seen a live show before. I was skeptical about the whole thing, but man, what a show it was. It was 3 hours of nonstop fun in complete Bollywood style. My wife took the best seats. 😊 We were only 6 rows from the stage and what a spectacular show it was.

By the time I signed off, it was 3 in the morning. 💫✨A Saturday so well spent. How was yours?

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The Creeping Shadow

Hiding behind the curtains of the dilapidated room
she hoped he wouldn’t notice her,
the heaving from the recent escape hadn’t stop
and her snuffle was breaking the monotony of the assumed silence

It was cold as hell,
but the beads of sweat
were fast covering her temple,
pulled by the gravity
finding its way
rolling down her nose
and her perspiring visage,
tickling her on its descend

She dared to raise her hand to rest her sensation,
and during the tussle with her mind, unaware,
in an attempt to put her urge to rest
she scratched her countenance
and in the process
she made the table next to her wobble

The empty goblet on the table rushed down,
and before she could comprehend
it crashed mercilessly on the ground
shattering to million pieces
making a few shards pierced her skin,
and the unruly blood dripped on the floor

But the gore was least of her worries,
what troubled her the most
was the cacophony she created
and her worst fears became true
when she saw an obnoxious shadow
falling on the tainted pale curtain
formed by the lone dim light on the wall

Unsure what to do
she pressed her eyes hard
but she couldn’t escape the hand that approached her
she screamed on top of her lung
but it didn’t help,
for the grip on her shoulder was steadily becoming firm

she squealed again
this time her voice got curtailed in her throat like a lump thwarted in disdain
and with a sudden jerk
she raised her head
only to realize it was just a dream

Though she was transiently out of the plight
her fears were still very much alive,
the dream was unreal,
but the evil standing next to her
and his atrocities were real,
making her restless,
delirious,
and aberrantly despising each one of her long treasured beliefs

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Peer Pressure

I don’t drink. Not even as a social drinker. Often I am in a situation where my friends, colleagues tease me for being such a tight ass.

I am health conscious and always watch what I eat. My travel and nature of job often land me in a situation where I get scornful eyes for not indulging. Some even go further and take it as an insult.

I am grown up now, but I had my moments in the past when I almost gave in to such a social stigma. When I surrendered to situations, letting go of my long-held principles, afraid of getting left out. But soon I realized what I was made up of and refused to succumb, for some miscreant mind perturbations.

Hence, growing up I was never part of the coolest group, neither was officially invited to some of the crazy outings nor being popular amongst the popular girls, for my sober outlook was my taboo. A deterrent obstacle that refrained me from enjoying so-called worldly vices.

I won’t lie. At times I was shattered and devastated. My self-confidence was at rock bottom and the sheer feeling of being left out was detrimental. But there was an unseen force that held me together. And I learned to be happy within the realm of my self-governed principles. Soon I realized I was not alone, there were many like me. I understood how I was blurred by some superficial glaze. And how it overpowered all the goodness that existed in the world.

The day my self-realization became strong, I was able to pick the signals from the noise and life was beautiful. I made my share of friends and had my quantum of fun, for the definition of fun is relative, it is an individual perspective. Once you stop running after things because of peer pressure and focus on what actually makes you happy, you will see the outlook I am drawing.

Till today I face the same question from my colleagues and friends and all I do is smile and say to myself, I have my share of happiness. I have nothing against any of the choices my friends make. I don’t detest them or look at them with aberrant eyes. In the end, it is their definition of happiness and I have chosen mine. And both can happily coexist.

So, my friends here is a little bit of advice. Don’t go after things just because you are afraid of being left out. Stick to your principles and enjoy life on your own terms.

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