tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187009632024-03-13T18:44:32.962+05:30A day in my life....Digithoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15997269610020949796noreply@blogger.comBlogger104125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18700963.post-38474117982304383532022-06-18T06:47:00.006+05:302022-06-18T07:02:22.008+05:30I am but a piece of you...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiGVoHq67EYv4M4XFX_PJFfrW5nJiUYgOjYvCQ0Xdle_aGdfoBvxJEWKh9O41gWqZ_mV73EJ0wJx07ZdiJM0ThiSlMGIp4AxiViNNog7oRurE1zeCen5Lhltw38gGIhFAAYnmyo4LebDXLeix1GsctoU2eDvD5OjqBnDaD6InTzs-t1GptjQ/s4096/IMG20220326103119.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4096" data-original-width="3072" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiGVoHq67EYv4M4XFX_PJFfrW5nJiUYgOjYvCQ0Xdle_aGdfoBvxJEWKh9O41gWqZ_mV73EJ0wJx07ZdiJM0ThiSlMGIp4AxiViNNog7oRurE1zeCen5Lhltw38gGIhFAAYnmyo4LebDXLeix1GsctoU2eDvD5OjqBnDaD6InTzs-t1GptjQ/s320/IMG20220326103119.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> All of us eventually expose ourselves to many realities around us.</div><p>We meet people, see places and fall in situations which are new or unique to us alone.<br />And after all we cant deny that we are monkeys, we have mirror neurons jumping in our heads wanting to reflect whatever we see. The unique thing is that we always reflect the world in our own way. We borrow from the world its behaviors and things we understand but we do so using our own unique composition that we have created over time. This starts with our very own parents. Not only are they conscious role models due to the demonstrated acts that they put up in front of us as parents to build our so called good habits. But also every action that parents do eventually ends up being something we absorb.</p><p>Eventually our unique self exists, yes it very much does, but not as a standalone piece originating from us, but as an amalgamation of all those selves that we saw around us. The reason i call these reflections as other selves is because they need not be actually the same as the other person. Most of the times its the perception of that person, place or situation that's etched in our heads which guides us. Hence our perception matters, and at times correcting our perceptions about others matters too. Not because we are doing a noble thing by understanding the other person accurately as the person would like to be understood. But because it shapes how we think of our own self, how we eventually become.</p><p>We need to be consciously aware that we are but the amalgamation of the reflection of others, we are what others around us do behave. And we are yet unique because each of our amalgamations are unique and hence the understanding of the other is unique in its own sweet way. </p><p>So the old phrase is true, choose your company wisely. Not a company that just mirrors your behavior, neither a company that just opposes your behavior. But a balance of unique reflections, because believe it or not, you are a mixed superimposed reflection of everyone you ever met...</p>Digithoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15997269610020949796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18700963.post-40713955246699521452020-01-27T17:41:00.000+05:302020-01-27T17:41:23.423+05:30Life goes on...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Not always can we determine how things work.<br />
We can try but not always things happen your way<br />
And those are the times..When you just stay strong...No you can't ask what went wrong...<br />
Because come what may life goes on...<br />
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Long time<br />
Synced fine<br />
Unsaid reason<br />
Longing season<br />
Self belief<br />
Departed thief<br />
Staying strong<br />
Life goes on<br />
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Digithoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15997269610020949796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18700963.post-43292385429060969022020-01-19T08:37:00.001+05:302020-01-19T08:37:24.077+05:30Stuck in your head<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Stories in your head<br />
That you never said<br />
Because sometimes<br />
Nothing rhymes<br />
Waiting endlessly for alarm chimes</div>
Digithoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15997269610020949796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18700963.post-21249975797065777842019-03-17T18:27:00.002+05:302019-10-06T19:23:47.309+05:30Old memories...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Breaking through virtues, breaking through glory</div>
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Digithoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15997269610020949796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18700963.post-48538145725018192232019-03-17T18:26:00.002+05:302019-03-17T18:26:22.447+05:30Give yourself a minute...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Digithoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15997269610020949796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18700963.post-11688458985323734502019-03-17T18:26:00.000+05:302019-03-17T18:26:07.881+05:30Chasing Dreams<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Glass Buildings<br />
Fragile Souls<br />
Starry illusions<br />
Fake Roles<br />
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Lured Candy<br />
Cant Resist<br />
Chasing Dreams<br />
Do they exist?<br />
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Digithoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15997269610020949796noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18700963.post-54842735538669680242018-10-05T14:39:00.002+05:302018-10-05T15:31:23.667+05:30Back to blogging..as a Father<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Its been a really long time since i last blogged. For those of you wondering where did i vanish let me tell you i was busy falling in love with a beautiful angel called JIA. I am a father now and personal time has been a rare entity for me. Not that i am complaining, but any change in life takes its toll on your reality. For the pleasant change of my life it was really a transition for me to adapt a very different role in life.<br />
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On 24th July 2016 something beautiful arrived in my life. We named her Jia. The problem with our society is that very rarely do fathers talk about fatherhood. So infact when all this was happening no one sat me down and told me about the roller coaster ride coming up ahead. Fatherhood as i am learning one day at a time has a sense of responsibility mixed with dash of emotions which never existed in your system in the first place. And by saying that i am not diminishing the super important role of mothers. Its just that one tends to be more expressive than the other.<br />
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Any change for me generally takes time to adapt and perhaps this change is a life long one. To be honest during the first few months i was just an observer in amazement looking at the little one do magical things. But that feeling of fatherhood started when jia started responding to me. Responding with facial expressions. When she held my hand and started looking at me with starry eyes...that moment when i felt the connection like never before.<br />
Ofcourse other than the happy happy part there are the pains you have to take when you are a parent. Few realizations for me have been around things which i took for granted. Like sleeping, as adults we take for granted the whole process of sleeping. When its night we just lie down on our beds and we are fast asleep. But when you are a kid you have to learn to sleep. The energy levels of all infants and toddlers is extreemly high...it takes a lot of efforts to calm their senses down and make them rest.<br />
The first time i made Jia sleep on my shoulder was almost a feeling mixed with victory and satisfaction. And as i get better at it, and do it even now when she is 2+ years the feeling still remains the same.<br />
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Another element that adds to the fatherhood feeling is when your kid starts communicating with you...all the mischief and broken commands are so much fun. Its almost like i got someone to play with after long. And yes dont underestimate the power of those kiddish games which as an adult you had masked out of your lives. Play is so much important to human mind as it de-stresses your much tired body. Talking about tiredness...fatherhood has taught me..the limits of my body...although corporates did try to get the most out of me as a workoholic...but yes when it comes to fatherhood you need super human strength. And no amounts of supplements or excercise can get you that...its all within you...you just need to tap it. And i write this as i sit at home on a sick leave, but with a time bound recovery. It reminds me of what an old man once had asked me in train " Are you enjoying your age?" ...its a deep question to ponder upon...because this age that you are right now in..wont come back...perhaps my daughter will be all grown in a few years and i wont get this cuddly play time later...jobs will come and go, movies will come and go...but yes this age will never come back...<br />
So on that note let me close on this restart hoping to start writing more often....<br />
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Digithoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15997269610020949796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18700963.post-19452551830656598302016-12-29T17:40:00.001+05:302016-12-29T17:43:26.264+05:30Because we need to believe<p dir="ltr">We all look for acceptances...we want people to accept us as we are...we want people to believe in us in what we think and above all I'm what we believe in....its strange but we spend our lives looking for people who will give us all this...but we don't spend time I'm connecting with our own self. Our inner self of accepting our own insecurities...in a way we actually need people who will help us believe in our own selves...those are the people we should look for...because the result of what those people accomplish...can be validated by us...but if we merely rely on people who accept us...we may end up in believing in fake illusions ..which may just not be really accepting us...but merely giving that impression. When we do find people who help us believe in ourselves...over time it's not those people whom.we will look for...but maybe become one of them who makes others believe in who they are...</p>
Digithoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15997269610020949796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18700963.post-86898278008637430582016-11-02T14:53:00.000+05:302016-11-02T14:54:05.556+05:30you are not what you think are...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
You are not what you think you are...<br />
you are just another bruise, just another scar<br />
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Dont bask in the glory<br />
This is just a blip in your story<br />
You will fall and lose it all<br />
You will hit your face against the wall<br />
There are leaps and bounds to reach the star<br />
You are not what you think you are...<br />
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Dont stop its not the end<br />
No!! you are not tired so dont pretend.<br />
These so called good days are not here to stay.<br />
This is just the start you got to go a long way<br />
Its not the end of the race<br />
Youve just finished a practice with a pathetic pace<br />
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You are not what you think you are<br />
You are much more if you can reach that far...</div>
Digithoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15997269610020949796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18700963.post-68384823654637631842016-09-18T00:21:00.001+05:302016-09-18T10:47:22.410+05:30Fragile spaces<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Fragile world fragile spaces</div>
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Virtual goals unknown chases</div>
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No one cares how critical their pace is</div>
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Everyone is running their own races</div>
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Selling someone else's catch</div>
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Fake victory untill it's snatched</div>
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Unsettled dream was it yours?</div>
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Never mind now you've spent hours</div>
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Lost time no one owns</div>
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Precious moments no one loans</div>
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Were you on stage when the world cheered</div>
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Or just an audience barely revered</div>
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Digithoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15997269610020949796noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18700963.post-2020209624003156592016-09-11T08:40:00.001+05:302016-09-11T08:43:05.215+05:30सबकी एक कहानी है <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
सबकी एक कहानी है<br />
दिल से जो उन्हें सुननी है<br />
दुनिया जिससे अनजानी है<br />
लेकिन अपने दिल ने खूब पहचानी है<br />
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उस कहानी का कोई मोल नहीं<br />
पर दूसरो से भी कोई तोल नहीं<br />
दर्द भी है रंजिश भी है<br />
कही खुशिया कही कशिश भी है<br />
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जैसी भी है दिल को लुभानी है<br />
कुछ सहूलियत के पल मिल जाए<br />
तो आँखों से बयां हो जानी है ..<br />
सबकी एक कहानी है<br />
दिल से जो उन्हें सुननी है </div>
Digithoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15997269610020949796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18700963.post-50558816223794844342016-06-15T07:06:00.000+05:302016-06-15T07:07:16.036+05:30Oblivion...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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When the year starts floating like a breeze and a song</div>
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when moments look flashy and night doesn't take long</div>
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When thoughts start jumping from tasks to acts</div>
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Digithoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15997269610020949796noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18700963.post-88270349090593226002016-05-12T23:39:00.000+05:302016-05-12T23:39:19.681+05:30just a moment...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
We all live in a moment<br />A moment of love<br />A moment of glory<br />A moment of sorrow<br />A moment full of story<br />And then one fine day<br />We just pass away<br />All in a moment... living transitory</div>
Digithoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15997269610020949796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18700963.post-89731615528949602042016-01-01T01:06:00.001+05:302016-01-01T01:07:07.438+05:30Classroom called 2015.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="s1">So its time for the yearly wrap-up and re-visiting the story, not sure about resolutions though.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">2015 was a year with lots of realisations and things that happened to me rather than me making them happen. It was like a lesson in life that helps u grow up and be strong.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Unlike last years travel centric euphoria, 2015 had a mix of happiness and sadness. It started in the comforts of Hyatt where me and my wife had planned a day offsite within Bengaluru itself. A much needed break for both of us sitting by the window imagining what 2015 had to offer for us.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">And as the story unfolded many new facets of life were unraveled. Starting with my cousins wedding in Jan, i happened to travel to mumbai. Every family wedding has only strengthened my thought that Indian weddings are just an act of public acceptance, and less about the bride and groom. But i was happy that my brother found his life partner. </span></div>
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<span class="s1">Cut to Second edition of Honeywell Design Challenge, the sheer anxiety on the faces of students to win the competition was a moment worth capturing. To win something maybe is not just about the victory but more about the experience you undergo to reach there.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">The bug of sharing my design gyaan had stung me in 2014, but 2015 brought in many opportunities to take it ahead seriously. I visited IIIT Jabalpur to conduct a full week course on UX Design. The moments of going to an unknown place and making friends with students by end of the week are priceless. Students took me to a remote yet beautiful place called Bargi dam at the end of the course. Life is better lived in short bursts of surprising moments rather than prolonged set of planned expectations…perhaps this was one such moment.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">I did a second visit to mumbai around that month for my sisters baby shower. The thought that i would now become an uncle was a bit confusing in the beginning. But i guess by the end of the year i have learnt to accept that and many more such things.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">This year i also got to work on my very beloved wearable called the apple watch. I finally got to play and design for the much awaited device, which had been in my mind since a long time. But the fact that anticipation built doesn't always end up the same way is a constant bombardment life has on me. </span></div>
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<span class="s1">April also brought in the visit to Delhi and Rudrapur. Meeting and playing with kids, along with the solace that it gives you also teaches how some simple things give excitement that cannot be compared with expensive gifts. </span></div>
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<span class="s1">In May i got a chance to share my Wearables gyaan at lounge47, a private group of startup advisors, where i could meet up interesting people. The presentation went well leaving me a thought or two on how impacting in small pockets can also bring about change, it doesn't have to be a revolution always.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">This year also brought in some moments of extreme loss to me. Because as i taught and sat in juries at national level institutes like NID. I also happened to lose some of the greatest inspirations in my life. My most favourite person on this planet, my grandmother, left for heavenly abode this year. She was not just another elder giving lessons to me, she was much more than that…she was an inspiration and a idol for willpower for me. Her way of living life without troubling anyone is something i can never forget as a lesson. </span></div>
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Digithoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15997269610020949796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18700963.post-76298239870223757342015-11-22T18:04:00.003+05:302015-11-22T18:04:51.083+05:30अकेले चल दिए <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
सब झुंझ रहे है <br />
अपने मैदान मैं<br />
पूरी कोशिश करके फिर भी परेशान से<br />
आशा सब को है ज़िन्दगी चल जायेगी<br />
चाहे कितनी भी नाज़ुक हो अंत मैं संभल जायेगी </div>
Digithoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15997269610020949796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18700963.post-23572255455125830712015-11-22T18:01:00.000+05:302015-11-22T18:01:13.931+05:30Each one for their own<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
We all are fighting our own battles...<br />
Surpassing our own mountains...<br />
We need our sights through the focus of our light..<br />
We need our way ...through the night and day<br />
We dont give into the battle<br />
Dont demean away our mettle<br />
We try not to resist....in the end we continue to exist<br />
Such is life.</div>
Digithoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15997269610020949796noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18700963.post-23187430796354220412015-11-15T23:20:00.001+05:302015-11-15T23:20:12.986+05:30Move on..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2000007629395px;">its time to look for another shore</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2000007629395px;">to search and knock another door</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2000007629395px;">rented passion values no one</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2000007629395px;">whats broken once cannot be undone</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2000007629395px;">you did your bit now move on</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2000007629395px;">walk another path...just be strong...</span></span></div>
Digithoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15997269610020949796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18700963.post-31361821422776990802015-11-11T09:20:00.001+05:302015-11-11T09:20:39.746+05:30Absence<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Silent tears<br />
Realized fears<br />
Unsaid loss<br />
Internal chaos<br />
Memories galore<br />
Orphaned shore</div>
Digithoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15997269610020949796noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18700963.post-10357254024580570682015-11-11T09:18:00.001+05:302015-11-11T09:19:08.622+05:30Looking for the ideal...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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While on the other I happened to meet the very hands that brought me up, cared for me and made me almost who I am...my grandmother. Today as she lies in bed on the sunset of her blissful life. How vague and how different are these two ages...both need care both need a person to take care of you...while one needs it to grow stronger and faster the other leads to survive or even pass out the final years of life painlessly.</div>
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So strange is the mystery of life that we take it for granted. We wait till we find the ideal way of life. To try and practice the best of what we understand and have gained over the years...but we have so little time on this planet to do that...so little time to even realize a few things...just when you thought you understood it all. .you start bending over in the dark old ages...the world then merely lays hope on those who have the will and conscious to exist while they can...so short is this journey that if we waste time in understanding we may be late to experience it....maybe we keep hunting our lives to find the ideal social way of living it...of ideal self motivated way...the problem is not the approach we follow... The problem is the very facet of looking for ideal...we forget that there is no ideal...this world is all relative...<br />
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<i>Note: My grandmother passed away last month...and this text was written sitting by her sides when i met her few days before. It surely is like her last teachings for me...from the many that she gave me indirectly, without preaching or making anything compulsary in life...</i></div>
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Digithoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15997269610020949796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18700963.post-50418162308915206322015-10-13T22:30:00.001+05:302015-10-13T22:31:38.959+05:30Life will Pass by<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Swiping through facebook<br />
Reading through whatsapp<br />
Tweeting through twitter<br />
Meeting through gtalk<br />
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Time will pass by<br />
Just to make u realize, you were living a lie.<br />
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Browsing through TV<br />
Reading through the news<br />
Cribbing through the neighbours<br />
Critizing through the phone<br />
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Life will pass by<br />
Just to make u realize you were living a lie..<br />
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Faking aspirations<br />
Surving through narcicism<br />
Sifting through frustrations<br />
Living through illusions<br />
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Before this facet of reality you may deny<br />
Life will pass by...</div>
Digithoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15997269610020949796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18700963.post-31178657262166045082015-09-14T22:25:00.001+05:302015-09-14T22:30:03.220+05:30dawn to dusk of life...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">As strong Amber sunlight breaks out at dawn...I wait patiently outside the airport bidding goodbye to my parents once again. Staying away for last 7 years from parents has a feeling of a different kind...and maybe the thought never crossed my mind that time has passed by in a jiffy....thanks to the "be practical...avoid being over emotional" value your family ...being strong was always more important. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">Everyday as the sun rises over the horizon life takes a new meaning a new dimension. But we stay oblivious to the change...because we are focussed into our lives, focussed on being successful or winning smaller battles. Growing up is so much similar to a day...starting at dawn with little or no idea of the rest of the world... And then slowly u get to know the world with more and more knowing u reach a peak a time when u think u know the whole world... Just like the sun in noon...and then starts the evening a pleasant experience where u slowly give into the sunset of life...while the sunset happens...however dimming it may be it leaves a mark on your mind...you start losing over all that u gained at dawn...eventually to melt into the night with short glitters of the light of memory as stars...u can't do much now but gaze into them. And then suddenly u just doze off into your dreamworld relaxed and yet hopeful for another life to enrich the planet..</span></div>
Digithoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15997269610020949796noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18700963.post-80551314857525345042015-07-25T20:09:00.001+05:302015-07-25T20:09:46.661+05:30We are all born alone...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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We are all born alone...through the eternal silence of the womb to the noisy pandemonium of this world.<br />
It's surely not easy journey for human life to strive through the constant battle of survival not just through the means of the unknown but also through the social constructs built by humankind before us to help us guide through this world in a so called sane manner.. So we survive and outgrow with the constant feeds of social shocks to keep our so called ego struggling through the web of cultural complexity of human kind. We get our identity...or maybe the one which we think is ours and try to stand by it to make our existence meaningful. But little do we imagine that most of what we have and what we have built in our damn small heads is the consistency of our flown down thought processes from the past.</div>
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Who are we is then the question... Or maybe what are we...just humans in a part of a process that repeats itself over multiple lives...or are we really special after all... Are we something that never was...or just messengers in the pathway of the passage of time...are we mere passengers who travel between the journey of a system where the road is mere illusion that makes us feel that things are moving behind and we are progressing ahead....</div>
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Being grown up is not a step which we reach all of a sudden with all the necessary inputs in our heads...its more of an illusion a process that we engage into and keep being in the constant process of adding to what we are...or maybe we keep spending out what we gain to the world...mere exercise of struggling through the same webs that we as humans have woven over the years to make our lives more successful than our counterparts...a blank madness of competition to survive and label ourselves as the best survived as against anyone else in this race called life..</div>
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Digithoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15997269610020949796noreply@blogger.com1India20.593684 78.962880000000041-8.5806465 37.654286000000042 49.7680145 120.27147400000004tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18700963.post-30285923364341545612015-06-12T19:26:00.004+05:302015-06-12T19:26:57.312+05:30A mirage of images...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
A mirage of images i dont want to follow<br />
Those brutal damages i dont want to swallow<br />
These paths untrodden i have walked before<br />
the winds keep blowing but there is no shore<br />
I have not any reasons to cry<br />
But then in moments i get lost why?<br />
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Digithoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15997269610020949796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18700963.post-40948477840552925522014-12-31T21:17:00.001+05:302014-12-31T21:52:47.110+05:30The Journey called 2014<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Why a journey...well it was one of those years i travelled the most...and trust me...it was worth the experience. Travelling across 14 Cities across the world in a year showed me the variance of life that exists on this blue marble. Each experience was unique, be it educational campuses like IIT Kanpur or IIT Guwahati, or A class cities like Berlin or NYC or Singapore.The flavour of each city reflected on the people of the city and their way of thinking. Even for that instance in India...going from Big cities like Mumbai and Delhi ( which are no more new to me) to small yet renowned cities like Haridwar or Kochi....each had its own spice an aura that made me reflect our existence on this planet.<br />
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It all started in January when me and my wifey went to the sea shores of pondicherry...the French architecture of the city and the Indian-Foreigners of Auroville took us back to the present past. Come february and some bad news struck and we had to fly down to delhi. Delhi is like an independent woman in starch clad saree, she takes her pride in being what she is...but at the same time...has the old relics keeping her humble...while on the way to Haridwar...it was the religious out-cry outflowing everywhere...the realities of how religion in todays world has become a medium of survival was evident there...perhaps god was lost out there...i felt god must be laughing from above...I did my bit of self satisfying religious activity by drinking a few drops of ganges ( on the cleaner side)...the river has a charm for sure...dunno about the location. Maybe it did do some magic on me for the rest of the year...depends how we structure our beliefs. Little did i know 12 months in future the movie "PK" would sum up my emotions in a movie.<br />
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And then came March...when i sort of fufilled one of my long dreamt wishes...partially atleast...I went to Germany...Initially in a small yet profound city of Hannover. Hannover as a city had all the mixes of a europeon city...buildings...trains...cleanliness...small roads...big buildings...and yeah amazing cars...I remember stepping out of the airport and looking for a less costlier taxi...because all i saw was BMW's and Mercs...ofcourse later realized.."Its Deutschland afterall". At CeBIT in hannover...i witnessed the scale of technology and sort of enjoyed interfacing with the latest. But yes it was tiring for sure :)...Later went on to the capital...Berlin...the train journey was too good...trains at a speed of 260 km/h was an experience ill never forget. Berlins unique spaces, museums and even their hurtful yet historical past takes you down the historic lessons and makes you feel the emotions they mustve gone through. The city is dual in nature...on one side u still see the westernization while the pride of the soviet stands on the other. I feel ill return back to this city for sure.<br />
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Just when i came back from Berlin...i was put on the next gen project.,..working on Google Glass. It was tiring and extended work...but by the end of the year...it surely gave its results. I traveled to another city for the glass project...this time it was Morristown...a dry yet faraway city ...although i didnt explore much of this city...the hangars i got to go added to my list of aircrafts i have been to.<br />
The proximity of Morristown to NYC...brought me back to the big apple. I would say...even after roaming around different cities across the world..I still love this one the most.NYC is confident mixture of talent, riches, glam and above all people from all walks of life...<br />
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While returning from NYC and Morristown in a few days i went back to Mumbai. Mumbai is new york city of a different kind...the complexity exists both places...and for any mumbaite..stayin in NYC would not be a challenge. Having grown up in Mumbai...I have my biases for the city...but one thing i have seen over the years is that mumbai is becoming better with amenities. But the life remains Fast and furious.<br />
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In august I turned 31...thats a number dreaded for a long time...but maybe as i always say age is a number...its what u did with it matters. And i guess i want to make the most of my growing numbers for years to come.. With the same feel i went back to mumbai for ganpati...enjoyed some old family times and also drove down the bandra worli sealink...I can say...its no lesser than NYC in any sense :)<br />
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In October i got an opportunity for a quick 1 week trip to Georgetown, Delaware...georgetown is like any old english town...it has the small European town feeling...The houses the bars take u back in time. It was almost time travel for me. Philadelphia on the otherhand looked very different...its a poised city...i would say it lies somewhere in between Washington DC and NYC...the monumental buildings and the historic relevance is amazing. Especially i loved the art museum and the rocky steps...If there was one word i would associate Philly it would be Determined...Benjamin Franklin has surely planned and thought about the city well...the art quotient also shows a good amount tolerance the city has.<br />
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Back from US i was delighted to change roles and become an art vendor for my wifeys beautiful artwork at Soul Santhe...it was tiring but worth the experience of knowing what it takes to sell art.<br />
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And as the year was converging i owed my patient wife a vacation. Well better late than never...we sought out for a trip to Singapore.This is a city country...or country-city...but with the features of any big city. Its a clean spic space and what stands out is the accessibility of the city. The city has nicely made tourist friendly spaces which you ought to like. My personal favorite was the Gardens by the bay...which clearly showed how serious messages can be communicated experiencially. All you UX designers out there..this is experience design in the real sense. While singapore as a city is very modern but somewhere lacked a cultural identity of its own. But that could be a mere observation from me...<br />
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So back from Singapore I was off to another visit to mumbai...and finally this year ended with some fireworks. Won the second consecutive company wide best UX design award for the Google Glass project i worked on earlier this year. I also got to visit IIM Bangalore as a student...for a short course on Luxury management. Although still in Bangalore IIM Bangalore has the qualities of any top level insititute which sort of cuts you away from the city thats outside the campus. Another place i got to visit in a few days was IIT Kanpur...this place was another campus feel but somehow the scale was huge and worth the efforts...met many young minds and learnt a lot from them as i mentored some of them.<br />
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To end the year with a cherry on the cake my wife suggested a trip to Kochi Binnale. It was a exposure i longed for a while since the touch with contemporary art is very minimal in india. It also made me contemplate on questions like...is Art only Aesthetics or way beyond that....the deeper meaning of art was worth the time spent at Fort Kochi...A perfect philosophical end to my journeys across 2014...<br />
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Life surely is a long journey...and maybe my trips across the year just extended my horizon of thoughts...or maybe they were just a few stories i could collect and tell all my life... after all be it in US or Germany or india...we are all a part of a greater story in the making...<br />
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Heres wishing all of you an amazing 2015...to come....<br />
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Excuse the length of the blog...but that's what happens when u dont blog the whole year :)<br />
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Digithoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15997269610020949796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18700963.post-48018118273049052182014-11-10T19:59:00.000+05:302014-11-10T20:00:25.974+05:30Dragged feet<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
When are you an adult i beg to ask<br />
Is it when you do every task<br />
Become a slave to money and fame<br />
Put up a face so that you dont look lame<br />
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When do you become mature i beg to know<br />
Is it when all emotions you let go<br />
Become an indifferent soul<br />
Put up a mask of worldly role<br />
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When do we call ourselves a success<br />
Is it when all relations are in a mess<br />
When life in itself looks at you<br />
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