Life a juxtapose

Life is but a jauxtapose of dreams and reality,
Constantly swirling and swerving in duality,
Sometimes mingling in the midst of shadows ,
And other times in the shades of light,
Lurking in these murky waters,
Strange is this abstract reality and yet poignant,
For raising the subconscious at the most inopportune moment,
Yet delivering consciousness at just the precise moment,
And as delusional as this may seem,
Nothing makes mores sense than life in itself.

Here’s a refined version of your poem, enhancing clarity and flow while keeping the core reflections on the interplay between dreams, reality, and consciousness:

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**Dreams and Reality**

Life is but a juxtaposition of dreams and reality,  

Constantly swirling in the dance of duality.  

Sometimes mingling in the depths of shadows,  

And other times basking in the light’s embrace.  

Lurking in these murky waters,  

Strange is this abstract reality—yet poignant,  

For it stirs the subconscious at the most inopportune times,  

Yet delivers consciousness precisely when needed.  

And as delusional as this may seem,  

Nothing makes more sense than life itself.  

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This revision tightens the language, smooths the transitions, and clarifies the contrast between the unconscious and conscious moments of life. Let me know how it resonates!

American Global Desi

So the globe trotters arrived at their favorite holiday destination once again. Alas, this was an easier journey to plan much to our collective relief. For exactly two years ago, a hassled mother a.k.a moi made this  arduous journey alone with her baby and little toddler. Holding on to another young mother for support, she just about managed to survive. Since then, a little wiser and older, she was mostly in control.

Now kids aged 2.10 yrs and 5.6 yrs are an interesting race. Not quite old enough to sufficiently empathize with situations beyond their comprehension, they can be a testing experience for a mother. So while they understood the concept of the long distance travel, little did they expect the actual globe spinning effects of the airplane. While sufficiently entertained by the kids channels, the time zone changes just caught them completely unawares, quite literally gutting them out. This was of course a blessing for me except that I had to be quite acrobatic to manage my food with two heads bobbing in and out of my lap.

The other thing to pay heed was the air travel in general. With the numerous accidents of late, I was perennially high strung for any alarming signals. Constantly monitoring air turbulence and the airplane altitude on the monitor, I felt more at peace. Now, its not that I could magically rescue the plane right. But hey, chanting Ramana a zillion times has to help in some way.

So here we are in one piece in singara Chennai. Its almost like nothing has changed here, the heat waves not withstanding. The kids have hit off again with their friends from the neighborhood. Basking in grandparents love, and enjoying the free spirited play, the kids are in sublime joy. They couldn't be further away from the American reality, and yet they have blended seamlessly into the Indian fabric. Call it the genes or anything, my little ones can truly be considered the American Global Desis.

Here’s a revised version of your piece, focusing on improving the flow, tightening the language, and enhancing clarity:

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The globetrotters have arrived at their favorite holiday destination once again. Thankfully, this time the journey was much easier to plan, much to our collective relief. Exactly two years ago, a frazzled mother (a.k.a. me) embarked on this arduous journey alone with a baby and a toddler. With the support of another young mother, I just about managed to survive. Since then, a little wiser and older, I now feel mostly in control.

Now, kids aged 2.10 and 5.6 are an interesting mix. Not quite old enough to fully empathize with situations beyond their comprehension, they can certainly be a challenge for a mother. While they understood the idea of long-distance travel, they were completely unprepared for the globe-spinning effects of the airplane. Though entertained by the kids' channels, the time zone changes hit them hard, quite literally gutting them. This, of course, was a blessing for me—except that I had to perform acrobatics to manage my food while two little heads bobbed in and out of my lap.

Another thing to keep in mind was the air travel itself. With the recent spate of accidents, I was constantly on edge, waiting for any alarming signals. Monitoring air turbulence and the airplane's altitude on the screen gave me some peace of mind. It’s not like I could magically save the plane, but hey, chanting "Ramana" a thousand times surely had to help in some way, right?

And here we are, in one piece, in Singara Chennai. It almost feels like nothing has changed, despite the heat waves. The kids have immediately reconnected with their neighborhood friends. Bathed in the love of grandparents and enjoying carefree play, they are in sheer bliss. They couldn’t be further removed from their American reality, yet they’ve seamlessly blended into the fabric of India. Call it the genes or something else, but my little ones have truly become the American Global Desis.

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This version streamlines the narrative, improving flow and readability while retaining the personal tone and the humor. Let me know how this feels!

Change

Pushing the enveloppe of change,

by changing the status quo,

is by no means 'quote and requote' the obvious,

meaning what meets the eye,

is not by any length of this imagination;

a still image in the making,

its indeed fluid images obliterating,

the mass contradictions within us,

Each of these images making us whole,

Yet leaving us bereft at the core,

as we strive to find that greater calling.

painful and destructive that it may seem,

but promising endless joy in the journey,

Yearning for the eternal peace in that quest,

to reach the balance of sublime contradictory priorities,

and achieve that something in life,

making us whole from the inside out.

Here’s a refined version of your poem, improving clarity, flow, and impact while retaining its philosophical essence:

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**Pushing the Envelope of Change**

Pushing the envelope of change,  

By challenging the status quo,  

Is not merely a matter of "quote and requote"—  

What meets the eye is never quite so simple.  

A still image in the making,  

Yet it is fluid, its edges constantly shifting,  

Obliterating the mass contradictions within us.  

Each image forms part of the whole,  

Yet leaves us empty at the core,  

As we strive to find a greater calling.  

Painful and destructive though it may seem,  

It promises endless joy along the way.  

Yearning for eternal peace in this quest,  

To balance the sublime contradictions of life,  

And achieve that something more,  

That makes us whole—from the inside out.  

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This version tightens the language and smooths out the flow, emphasizing the journey toward balance and personal growth. Let me know what you think!

Canon in D Major

So, now I am hooked on to this soaring Piano ballad. It’s uplifting, passionate and pure in the truest sense of musicality. Something about this melody makes me want to jump up in the air and smile a giddy smile. And when the music builds the tempo slowly, I am left soaring when the notes hit the high octave. This is my new anthem. My panacea to pure unadulterated joy!

I’m completely hooked on this soaring piano ballad. It’s uplifting, passionate, and pure in every sense of the word. There’s something about this melody that makes me want to leap into the air, grinning from ear to ear. And as the music gradually builds, I feel myself soaring when the notes reach that high octave. This is my new anthem—my panacea for pure, unadulterated joy!

50 shades of writing

So, finally the writing bug has caught up with me again and I must begrudgingly thank Ms. E.L.James for this.  Now I couldn’t have imagined in my wildest dreams that the novel that I studiously chose to avoid a year ago, would become my nemesis for change. So lets see, everyone that knows everyone who has read the book has sworn by the lascivious content, and to not to mention the depravation of the so called yin-yang equations. Yet as I read and re-read the book multitude of times, I grew addicted to alternate lifestyle sold to perfection by the protagonist. The nuances, subtle hints and the vivid descriptions just add to the kaleidoscope of memories that constitutes the essence of the story.

Now this by no means is a reflection of my personal journey. But it does open the doors to ‘More’ in life. And I hope to the stars, sky and back that I find my writers edge once more, and maybe take it more seriously this time on.

Jai ho Namo

So the world's biggest democracy has witnessed the epic elections drawing to a close. An election that will go down in history as the most techno savvy, modern, intelligent and entertaining race faught by one man Narendra Modi. He rose like a phoenix from the ashes of communal disharmony in Gujarath. Slowly but surely he turned the clock around. Buidling from the fragments, he made his home state an epitome of perfection for others to follow. His idea of utopia was suddenly envisaged by the rest of the nation. This was the perfect foil for his masterplan, 'Modi'fication of India. An innocuous comment by the opposition about his humble beginnings as a chai wala spurned 'Chai Pe Charcha' movement. There was no turning back after that!! From social networking to gathering grass root organizations to help spread the message, he literally turned the campaign into an all out creative -media blitz crieg. It was a disciplined effort that finally yielded the results. In a country where old age is frowned upon, a 63 yr old has achieved the unthinktable. He actually out- ran, out- smarted, out-spoke all his challengers who were way younger than him. He has no only changed the status quo but made an epic beginning to a hopeful future. With youth by his side, he is certainly going places!

Dissappeareance

The dissappeareance of an aircraft is almost as absurd as the Aliens taking over the planet. In a technology driven world where all our actions and thoughts are being constantly recorded and replayed for the whole world to enjoy; its incredulous that there is no signs of a 500,000 pound object. Isn't it ironic that our coordinates is known to the entire populace on FB but a 777 Boeing flight can just vanish into thin air without a single soul knowing its whereabouts. I find myself asking this question over and over again. What has come of this world?? Privacy invasion is an accepted evil but safety is still an ambiguous notion. It almost seems like living a life of make believe. Social networking makes us look good but inside we are deprecating. Technology has made us smarter yet internally we are slaves to codes of data. Data that tracks us down to the minutest details and yet make us a blip in the ocean.

Call it irony, fate or just muddled priorities!! We as a human race seem to have a forgotten what it means to live a simple life. Unclogged by the i cloud, artificial intelligence and the like; is it too complicated to seek a safe subsistence?? Now can technology provide that safety net, my guess is as good as any of you!! For now I can only hope and pray that Aviation's greatest mystery finds some closure. And we find some safety in this digitized world!