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The Mind Game

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It is on the last day of almost every year that my mind almost reaches its threshhold of holding up the internal chatter and procastination doesnt seem to be an option as it would lead to a new year. Well, I would want to streamline the uncontrolled stream of thoughts the same year from which they belong.   Today is 05Nov2025 and I visited my blog as I wanted to write to untangle my thoughts for the longest time this year. I saw there was a draft post dated 31Dec2022 and opened it. It read as you read the last two lines (above). I have entered my 40s and starting anything new is a task, so very predictably I build on the draft written in 2022. Also, look at the irony that I start writing the first entry of 2025 in the second last month of the year. Life really changes as you touch 40.  Mine changed in reverse. I thought I was getting old when i still 33 years old in 2019 and I really need to live my life in the way instragram shows- reconnecting with friends, living a slo...

Charity meets Torture

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 Charity meets Torture Trust me- I pondered hard over the choice of the word 'Torture'; deleted it several times to replace it with milder ones but eventually, I concluded that nothing can describe the severity of how Ketto has been harassing me with its advertisements on the internet for the past 2 weeks. Whether I try to open my email inbox, read a news article, login to a social media account or a shopping site, they have ambushed me from all fronts! To top it all, in the middle of accented spanish words, my eyes suddenly meet something familiar and I felt 'see my spanish vocabulary is getting there'- Hola! that was an English advertisement from Ketto on the page of a spanish online newspaper. All I did to deserve this is that I made a donation on 12 January2022 for a school friend who is in need for a medical treatment through Ketto fund raising platform. It started from Facebook where I saw this Ketto campaign on the wall of a school friend and decided to support...

Be my dopamine

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    Be my dopamine A game my mind has played for long & it does still, to make 'mountain of a mole-hill'!   How and where to begin? It’s the same story over and over again Posts floating on instagram, facebook and twitter Keep surfing aimlessly without knowing what I am looking for!   ‘They would judge me’ an unpleasant thought occurs But then I recall that ‘we are not living to please others’   We become disillusioned as we grow To me, the rampant red-tapism at work is such a garbage to throw I think to myself ‘did I signup for this as I joined my organization' Feels trapped in papers, meetings, processes- does my work even reach children? Trust is elusive, wary of talking to colleagues,  Most of us find 'writing' emails' more conclusive   I fear they'll throw me out as they read these lines But I have learnt that there is no shame in speaking one's mind  And many times, it bothers then I recall...