Tag: Jayendra Dubey

Bhayanak Atma

January 2nd, 2024

AI generated Image. Don’t take yourself too seriously.

Hey there, fellow horror enthusiasts! Or should I say, spooky aficionados? So, I’ve been on a horror movie binge lately, and let me tell you, it’s been quite the rollercoaster of emotions. But let’s talk about the real horror here – not the jump scares or creepy creatures, but the perplexing phenomenon of gendered ghosts.

Now, I don’t know about you, but whenever I think of ghosts, my mind somehow conjures up an image of a ghostly woman. Why is that? Is it because the afterlife is just one big, eternal spa day for women? I mean, have you seen those Ramsay movies? It’s like, ghosts, chill out and haunt someone else for a change!

And don’t even get me started on the prosthetics-wearing, bath-obsessed dudes who somehow manage to sneak into horror movies. I signed up for a good scare, not a questionable plotline!

But let’s dig a little deeper into the psyche of horror fans. Why, oh why, do we automatically associate ghosts with women? Are we all secretly terrified of becoming Casper the Friendly Ghost’s distant cousin, Claire the Slightly Annoyed Ghost? I guess when men think of the afterlife, we’d rather kick back and relax instead of spooking the living daylights out of someone.

I can just imagine the scenario: a ghostly dude sitting on a couch with a spectral remote control, flipping through the channels of the afterlife. “Nah, haunting seems like too much effort. I’ll just watch ghost football instead.”

Now, to all my female friends out there – do you think of ghosts as dashing, well-dressed apparitions? Maybe they’re the real Casanovas of the spirit world, just trying to charm their way into ghostly hearts. Who knows? Maybe in the afterlife, they’re hosting ghostly tea parties and discussing the latest spectral fashion trends.

In the end, it’s all in good fun. Whether you envision a bath-loving ghost or a lounging ghost dude, let’s celebrate the diversity of the afterlife. After all, ghosts have feelings too, right? Maybe it’s time we started a movement to break the gender norms of ghostly appearances. Who’s with me?

Until then, I’ll be here, enjoying my horror movies and pondering the eternal mystery of why ghosts seem to have a gender preference. Stay spooky, my friends!

Later Friends.
Memories

December 24th, 2023

As a thread in the fabric of our life, the memory jar holds treasures of happy and sad times. Still, many times when we take the lid off this jar, we wind ourselves lost in a maze of “what ifs” and “could have beens.” Despite the nostalgic appeal, the journey may be a dangerous foray into the unknown, full of uncertainty and dubious choices. There are pros and cons to thinking back on the past, and opening a memory jar is like falling down a rabbit hole full of our old selves. ‘What if’ scenarios may be a powerful allure, and it’s easy to give in to them. Be warned, though; this is no innocuous trip down memory lane; rather, it is a plunge into a labyrinth where the past’s echoes can cloud our vision of the present. “What if?” is a misleading illusion that can lead us astray and keep us mired in self-doubt and misery. Our daydreams and capricious thoughts have the power to lure us from the safety of the coast and into an ocean of doubt. Our former selves are still here; they are just more masked by the passage of time. While it’s true that we’ve undoubtedly lost some of our identity along the road, maybe we’ve just lost sight of the rock upon which our current selves rest. The very things that build the structure of our present reality are the pieces of our previous deeds and the glue of our experiences. Recognizing the development and change that takes place throughout time is more important than going back over every action and decision if you want to reclaim your sense of yourself. No matter how fascinating or unpleasant the past may be, it is a teacher and not a prison. Therefore, the next time you’re on the verge of opening your memory jar, keep in mind that it’s not about attempting to relive forgotten moments. Understanding the complex interplay between your past, present, and future selves is key. In the vast fabric of existence, the memory jar is not a terrifying Pandora’s Box, but rather an evidence of strength, development, and the lovely chaos of being human. Recognize the ‘what ifs,’ take stock of the lessons learned, and use the knowledge to strengthen the foundation of your current story. Life isn’t about moping about; it’s about living in the now and making the most of the opportunities presented to you so that your future reflects your inner fortitude and perseverance.

Jd
Parenting 101

December 20th, 2023

Season’s Greetings!

So, turns out having a baby is like being drafted into a covert mission, but instead of dodging bullets, we’re dodging baby spit-ups and diaper explosions. Welcome to our new life, where our 11-month-old is the commander-in-chief, and my wife and I are the bumbling minions trying to keep the peace.

Communication is now a series of stealthy glances and whispered conversations. We’ve become experts at the silent exchange of baby wipes and ninja-level pacifier handoffs. Our living room is basically a war room, with strategically placed baby gear and emergency supplies hidden in plain sight.

Bedtime? It’s a full-on black-ops mission. We tiptoe around like secret agents, fearing any creaky floorboard could blow our cover. Lullabies are whispered, and we move like shadows, hoping the baby doesn’t realize it’s time for sleep – a mission impossible, really.

Mealtime is a culinary battleground. We use mashed peas as a diversion tactic, and a sippy cup is our secret weapon. Our strategy involves distracting the baby long enough to shovel in a spoonful of whatever mush we’ve concocted. It’s like negotiating with a tiny food critic who has a penchant for throwing pureed carrots.

Public outings? Our stroller is now a tactical vehicle, loaded with snacks, toys, and a diaper bag that feels more like a survival kit. We navigate through crowds like we’re on a mission, trying to avoid potential meltdowns and sticky situations. It’s like being undercover agents in the suburban jungle.

But hey, in this covert mission of parenthood, every day brings a new challenge and a new laugh. We might be sleep-deprived and covered in baby food, but we wouldn’t trade it for anything. So, here’s to parenting – the most hilarious and unpredictable mission we never knew we signed up for. Over and out, fellow comrades in diaper duty

Next Up: Parenting 201; is this edible?

JD
Need vs Want: An Everyday Comedy of Life

December 16th, 2023

Hey everyone! Today, buckle up for the wild ride of the cosmic showdown between needs and wants because, let’s be real, life is like a sitcom with more plot twists than a telenovela. Picture this sitcom: traffic jams, deadlines, and the perpetual struggle to adult. Needs are the unexpected plot twists – the surprise party you didn’t know you needed, or air, food, and shelter delivering punchlines that hit harder than your friend’s dad jokes.

Now, enter the quirky supporting characters – our wants. The latest gadgets, the trendiest outfits, and the never-ending quest for social media stardom – they’re like the comic relief, turning our lives into a glitzy reality show with more drama than a Shakespearean play. It’s like having a sidekick who insists they’re the star, but we all know they’re just stealing the spotlight.

And let’s throw in a couple of knee-slappers while we’re at it. Why did the smartphone break up with the older model? It found someone newer! Life’s the ultimate sitcom – punchlines hidden in the everyday struggles, making us laugh at the sheer ridiculousness of it all.

Sure, life might not come with a laugh track, but who needs that when you can find humor in the mundane sitcom without a script? It’s like we’re all improv comedians, making up jokes on the spot and hoping for a few good guffaws along the way.

So, my dear readers, let’s tackle this sitcom of life with grins on our faces and a pocketful of jokes. Because the real magic isn’t in having the perfect script – it’s in the ability to laugh at the absurdity, the twists, and the turns that make our story one hilarious, uniquely chaotic masterpiece. Here’s to the comedy of need and want in the grand sitcom of life!

More on this Later.

Jd
Treasure-hood

December 10th, 2023

Greetings, kindred spirits on the journey of life! Today, let’s delve into the unspoken yearning that resides within us all – the unwavering desire to uncover treasures. From the fantastical dreams of our youth to the heartwarming joys of parenthood, there exists an innate calling that propels us to seek out the extraordinary.

In the tapestry of our childhood, each of us was an aspiring Indiana Jones, armed with boundless imagination and a belief that concealed treasures awaited our discovery. The allure of embarking on a grand adventure, deciphering cryptic maps, and revealing hidden riches fueled a contagious excitement that shaped our youthful dreams. It wasn’t merely about tangible wealth; it was about the thrill of the pursuit, the mysteries of the unknown, and the promise of encountering something truly extraordinary.

As the sands of time shift, so does the lens through which we perceive treasures. Parenthood emerges as a new chapter, bringing forth a distinct and heartwarming perspective. Observing the unbridled joy our little ones derive from the simplest things – a bicycle, a cherished toy, or the whimsy of peek-a-boo – introduces a different dimension to our understanding of treasures. It becomes less about hidden troves and more about embracing the precious moments that ignite genuine happiness. Parenthood teaches us that treasures need not be elusive; they are woven into the fabric of everyday experiences, waiting to be acknowledged and celebrated.

In the grand tapestry of adulthood, the definition of treasure undergoes a subtle metamorphosis. It extends beyond the realm of tangible riches, encompassing the intangible nuances of life. Moments of connection, shared laughter, and the warmth of authentic human experiences become the new treasures, deeply valued for the enrichment they bring to our lives. The realization dawns that treasures are not always concealed; they exist in plain sight, embedded in the daily tapestry of our lives, ready to be recognized and appreciated.

Amid the demands of adulthood, there exists a yearning for the simplicity of childhood joys. The carefree bicycle rides, storytelling sessions, and unbridled laughter become nostalgic treasures, cherished for the pure joy they once bestowed. The desire to recreate or relive these moments reflects a longing for the uncomplicated happiness associated with these simple treasures.

So, why do we all seek to find the treasure? At its core, it’s a universal pursuit of fulfillment. Whether through the fantastical adventures of our youth, the shared joys of parenthood, or the rediscovery of simple pleasures, the quest for treasures mirrors our deep-seated desire for meaning and contentment. It symbolizes an acknowledgment that life’s richness resides not just in material wealth but in the profound experiences that elevate our spirits and enrich our existence.

In conclusion, the enduring quest for treasures is a journey that evolves with the passage of time. It encompasses the fantastical dreams of youth, the nuanced joys of parenthood, and the rediscovery of simple pleasures. Perhaps, in this ongoing pursuit, the true treasure lies not merely in the discovery of hidden troves but in the continuous exploration of moments that infuse our lives with meaning, joy, and a profound sense of fulfillment.

May your journey be adorned with countless treasures, both hidden and in plain sight.

Later, fellow explorers! 🌟
Dard-E-Disco

November 26th, 2023

Life, oh life! A perplexing journey adorned with surprises, shocks, grief, and a kaleidoscope of emotions. We find ourselves entangled in the intricate threads of existence, desperately trying to make sense of the chaos that unfolds. It’s easy to get lost in the labyrinth of adjectives that describe this rollercoaster called life – hard, unpredictable, beautiful, challenging. But amidst the chaos, let’s not forget one crucial truth: we are stardust destined to be dissolved as dust among the stars.

Insert interstellar theme here.

In the grand cosmic ballet, we are mere particles, fleeting and insignificant in the vastness of the universe. This realization is not meant to diminish our significance but to illuminate the ephemeral nature of our individual journeys and the planet we call home. As we navigate this cosmic dance, let’s take a collective deep breath and embrace the rhythm of existence.

Life, with its unexpected twists and turns, often demands a hefty dose of humility. It’s a gentle nudge, a reminder that we are not the protagonists of an immortal saga but rather characters in a cosmic play. It’s in this acknowledgment that we find the courage to adopt a lighthearted and joyful attitude towards our journey – to dance through life.

“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.” – Oscar Wilde

Oscar Wilde, the master of wit, captures the essence of existence in these words. To truly live is to transcend the mundane and dive into the extraordinary. It’s about infusing our days with vibrancy, laughter, and an unyielding spirit. Life, often weighed down by its gravity, requires the buoyancy of joy to keep us afloat.

Dancing through life is not a frivolous act; it’s a profound philosophy that urges us to approach existence with a sense of playfulness and grace. It’s about shedding the unnecessary weight of seriousness and allowing ourselves to be swept away by the rhythm of the universe. Imagine a celestial dance floor where every step is a celebration, and each twirl is a communion with the cosmos.

“The only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance.” – Alan Watts

Change, the eternal companion of life, often arrives uninvited, disrupting our carefully laid plans. Alan Watts, the philosopher and interpreter of Eastern philosophy, invites us to join the dance of change. Instead of resisting the inevitable shifts, let’s become fluid dancers, adapting our steps to the evolving melody of life.

Our cosmic dance is not exempt from moments of darkness – the dard-e-disco, the pain of the disco. Yet, even in our moments of grief and shadows, there’s an opportunity to dance with resilience. It’s a dance that acknowledges the pain but refuses to let it dictate the entire choreography.

“Life is short, and it’s up to you to make it sweet.” – Sarah Louise Delany

Sarah Louise Delany, with her wisdom, reminds us that life’s brevity is a call to savor its sweetness. Dancing through life is our way of infusing every moment with the sweetness of joy, love, and gratitude. It’s a conscious choice to revel in the beauty that surrounds us, even in the face of adversity.

As we pirouette through the cosmic expanse, let’s not forget the importance of laughter. Laughter, the universal language of joy, has the power to transcend boundaries and connect us all in this grand dance of existence. It’s the lightness in our hearts that enables us to navigate the complexities of life with grace and humor.

In the grand tapestry of existence, each one of us is a unique thread contributing to the cosmic design. Our dance, though transient, leaves an indelible mark on the fabric of time. So, my fellow stardust, let’s lace up our cosmic dancing shoes, take a deep breath, and immerse ourselves in the enchanting rhythm of the universe.

Fade out with the interstellar theme, echoing in the cosmic dance of life.

Later, cosmic dancers!
Monday Blues and Cricket Woes: A Tale of Procrastination

November 20th, 2023

Hey there, fellow procrastinators and victims of Monday blues! So, let me give you a glimpse into my world, or should I say, my attempt to escape it for a day.

Picture this: The Cricket World Cup final – India vs. Aus, the clash of titans, the battle of willow and leather. As a self-proclaimed seasonal cricket fan, I had strategically planned to push all my work for this monumental Monday. Responsibilities? Pfft, they could wait. I had a date with destiny, and it happened to be in the form of a cricket match.

Now, let me clarify something before we dive into my saga of procrastination and heartbreak – I am a hygienic human being. No, really, I bathe regularly. But hey, even the most pristine individuals have their moments, right? So, I may have let a few chores slide in my fervor for cricket glory. I mean, who can blame me? Cricket is a way of life!

As the match unfolded, I rode the rollercoaster of emotions. The highs, the lows, the near misses – it was more dramatic than a Bollywood movie. I was emotionally invested, to say the least. But alas, as fate would have it, India lost. Cue the heavy heart and the sinking feeling that only a cricket defeat on a Sunday can bring.

Now, the consequences of my strategic planning hit me like a fast bowler’s bouncer. Monday, my friends, was looming over me like a relentless umpire ready to give me out on the procrastination LBW. I had to face the Monday-est of all Mondays with the burden of unattended tasks and the haunting echoes of what could have been a cricket triumph.

So, as I dragged myself into the harsh reality of post-cricket blues and impending deadlines, I couldn’t help but chuckle at the cosmic joke life had played on me. I had successfully evaded responsibilities for a day, only to be confronted with them in their Monday glory. Irony, you cheeky devil!

Lesson learned? Maybe. Will I do it again? Absolutely. Because let’s face it, sometimes you need to escape the mundane and embrace the madness, even if it means facing the consequences with a smile (or a nervous laugh).

And so, as I tackle my delayed tasks with the enthusiasm of a tailender facing a fiery spell, I leave you with this thought: Life is too short to not indulge in your guilty pleasures, even if they come with a side of Monday blues.

Until the next cricket escapade or the next bout of procrastination – whichever comes first!

Keep batting through the Mondays.

Later.

JD
Contemplating the Infinite: A Night with Existential Whispers

October 19th, 2023

From the depths of Internet. All credits to original artist.

Last night ushered me into the profound depths of contemplation. A tempest of existential musings swept through the silent corridors of the night, prompting reflections on the boundless world we inhabit and the inescapable ties that bind us—birth, relations, and death.

As the night unfolded, the cosmic canvas of the infinite universe stretched out before my mind’s eye. Each star became a flicker of untold stories, emphasizing the insignificance of my being in the grand symphony of existence.

Relations, those intricate threads woven through the fabric of our lives, took on a dual nature—comforting and suffocating. Each connection became a delicate thread, a reminder of the profound impact relationships carry and the weight of responsibilities tied to our shared journey.

Birth, the inaugural note in the melody of life, and death, the inevitable punctuation, engaged in a ceaseless dance. The weight of mortality pressed against my chest, a reminder that every breath is a fleeting moment in this grand play.

There were moments when the vastness of the universe felt like a heavy cloak, suffocating in its enormity. The endless possibilities, boundless realms, and the ceaseless march of time pressed upon me, urging introspection and reflection.

Last night wasn’t just a struggle; it was a night of resonance, where existential questions echoed within. It was an exploration of the profound and the perplexing, a solitary journey through the corridors of my own mind.

In the midst of this cosmic contemplation, I realized the importance of seeking light in the dark. Conversations, connections, and the shared human experience—the very elements that bring solace to the wandering soul.

As dawn painted the sky with hues of possibility, I emerged from the shadows of the night. The existential whispers faded, replaced by the gentle hum of life continuing its eternal dance. In the daylight, I found a renewed appreciation for the simple beauty of being.

So, if you ever find yourself lost in the labyrinth of existential musings, remember that even in the infinite, there’s room for the warmth of human connection and the vibrant colors of life’s experiences.

May your nights be filled with peaceful dreams and your days with meaningful connections.

Later.

Jd
Tides of Sorrow

September 21st, 2023

In shadows cast by fate’s design, Two hearts set sail on love’s incline. With dreams of shores where hope resides, They ventured forth on fateful tides.

Beneath the moon’s soft, silver grace, They sought a love no waves could erase. Hand in hand, their spirits soared, Two souls entwined, forevermore.

But cruel and cold, the ocean’s might, With treacherous currents, endless night. In Palolem’s embrace, the tempest roared, And in its depths, their love was stored.

The waves, like tears, began to weep, As love’s embrace was buried deep. Their laughter silenced, dreams untold, In the ocean’s depths, their love grew cold.

Oh, the pain of loss, the ache of grief, Like crashing waves without relief. In sorrow’s depths, we stand and weep, As two beloved souls forever sleep.

But in the night, a star appears, A beacon bright to calm our fears. Their love lives on in memory’s keep, In the silent night, in dreams we weep.

Though tides of sorrow may ebb and flow, Their love endures, a steady glow. In our hearts, their spirits soar, Two souls entwined, forevermore.
Rainy Day Blues: Battling the Frogs for a Sleepy Siesta

September 10th, 2023

Ah, what a wonderful world we live in, where even the skies can’t resist a good cry. Today, my friends, we dive into the chronicles of a rainy day, the kind that lures you into a cozy siesta with its rhythmic pitter-patter on your windowpane. But, as fate would have it, I found myself locked in a battle of wills against the most unlikely of adversaries – a group of audacious frogs!

Now, let’s get one thing straight. Rainy days are the ultimate invitation for the slumber enthusiast within me. The bed becomes a haven, the blanket a fortress, and the pillow, well, it’s the crown jewel of comfort. I had grand plans of losing myself in a deep, dreamy sleep, escaping the cares of the world. But it seemed the universe had other plans for me that day.

As I nestled under the covers, closing my eyes to the symphony of raindrops serenading my senses, I couldn’t help but drift into a blissful state of drowsiness. It was as if the universe itself was whispering, “Sleep, my dear. Surrender to the sweet embrace of slumber.”

Just as I was about to embark on a voyage to the dream realm, a new player entered the scene. The croaky chorus of frogs took center stage. It was as if they’d been waiting for this precise moment, the moment when my eyelids grew heavy with the promise of sleep.

Now, I must admit, I have nothing against frogs. They’re nature’s quirky little amphibians, and I respect their place in the ecosystem. But on this rainy day, I couldn’t help but wonder: “Why, oh why, did these frogs choose this particular moment to stage their performance?”

Their chorus was a cacophony of ribbits and croaks, a symphony of amphibious enthusiasm that would make even the loudest rock concert seem like a lullaby. They were having a blast out there, leaping and splashing in puddles as if they were auditioning for a froggy Olympics.

My attempts to shush them with a stern “shh” were met with more exuberant ribbits, as if they were challenging me to a vocal showdown. And thus, the battle commenced – the battle for the coveted prize of sleep.

Picture this: a cozy room, a comfy bed, raindrops on the window, and an epic frog chorus. It was a conundrum for the ages, a test of endurance between my drowsy desires and their watery revelry.

As the hours ticked by, I found myself in a state of half-sleep, half-consciousness, where dreams and frogs danced a peculiar tango. In this peculiar limbo, I couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. I mean, who knew that a rainy day could turn into an epic showdown with the -amphibian kingdom?

So, here I am, dear readers, sharing my tale of the rainy day that got away. The frogs may have won this round, but I’ll be back for my rendezvous with sleep another day. Until then, let’s tip our imaginary hats to the froggy performers who turned my siesta into a ribbiting adventure.

As for me, I’ll continue my quest for the perfect rainy day nap, undeterred by a few enthusiastic frogs. After all, in this wonderful world, every day brings new surprises, and sometimes, it’s the unexpected moments that make life truly memorable.

Until next time, my fellow rain-soaked dreamers.

Meh!