Text Pad in a Browser

There should be a text pad in a browser. So the next time you want to cut+copy+paste some good lines you just came across, you don't have to open up a note pad or your blog for that matter, like I just did. Anyways, this so beautifully sums up a lot of what I think.

Most of us don’t hear a voice inside our heads. We’ve simply decided that we’re going to work in finance or be a doctor because that’s what our parents told us we should do or because we wanted to make a lot of money. When we consciously or unconsciously make that decision, we snuff out that little voice in our head. From then on, most of us put it on automatic pilot. We mail it in. You have met these people. They’re nice people. But they’re not changing the world. Jobs has always been a restless soul. A man in a hurry. A man with a plan. His plan isn’t for everyone. It was his plan. He wanted to build computers. Some people have a voice that tells them to fight for democracy. Some have one that tells them to become an expert in miniature spoons. When Jobs first saw an example of a Graphical User Interface — a GUI — he knew this was the future of computing and that he had to create it. That became the Macintosh. Whatever your voice is telling you, you would be smart to listen to it. Even if it tells you to quit your job, or move to China, or leave your partner.

Suddenly remembered how I used to write the English meanings over words in an Arabic sentence, as the teacher ranted off quickly. I would then go back home and try to get a mapping of Arabic to English. Sounds so funny now, back then it was serious business !

Restless, but positively so.

"I make things".

One simple sentence which almost sounds like a prayer, like an anthem perhaps.

Ofcourse, who better a person than X to have 'sayed' it.

I am almost willing to drop the usual usage of the quoted word. I prefer this one.

P.S. : I could give off my right hand to never code a DAO layer again, sucks all the more when you don't have a proper database in place.

Morality

The only kind of morality left is with people who make things. I cannot seem to think of anything more moral, more profound. Of late I have developed an aversion of sorts to people 'ideating' and thinking things over. Is the faculty to think greater than the ability to create? I don't think so. I could almost state it as a theorem and start giving my proofs, but then the whole process in itself would be so disgusting.

Happyness

It takes a lot of courage to be happy, very little to be sad. Having said that, don't try too hard.

You and Me

But the fact that you stood up to me, looked into my eyes and told me that 'this is what I believe in, I don't really care what you think'. That made me respect you a little more, gave me something to remember you by long after you were gone. It didn't really matter, just like anything else. But it was a little something for you, a little something for me, good enough for you and me.

It's okay, as long as you are alive.

There is a truth that is deeper than experience. It's beyond what we see, or even what we feel. Its an order of truth that separates the profound from the merely clever, and the reality from the perception. We're helpless usually in the face of it; and the cost of knowing it, like the cost of knowing love, is sometimes greater than any heart would willingly pay. It doesn't always help us to love the world, but it does prevent us from hating the world. And the only way to know that truth is, to share it, from heart to heart.

-- Shantaram

Plunge

A silent unmarked moment. One which is in every minutest detail so much like its brother. If you ever do a good deed, unto yourself or someone else, it is this unmarked moment that you should choose. Just when no one about you is really noticing, you should take the plunge. They shouldn't know how and when you took the leap, only how high your rose, or how low you fell. Ha!

Temper

I wish I had a dollar jar, for popping in that dollar every time I lost my temper. I wonder what triggers it though, no in-your-face insult gets me on the edge, but sometimes the slightest, strangest irritation lets me loose. Have to get it under control though, having a temper, however slight - Not Cool !

Far from the madding crowd

The greatest gift you could give yourself, is to go far from the madding crowd. And that is exactly what I have in mind for the next one month! Of course, it doesn't have to be dramatic, you can always quietly slip away.

No Plan B

We are Indians, we love having backup plans. What if the next plan fails? A backup plan to back-up the first back-up plan. Keep re-cursing through back-up plans, till we bottom out and forget what the original plan was. Its disgusting, no other word for it.

Are you are among those who pride themselves in having the ability to watch yourselves from the outside, silently documenting everything. Maybe I am talking about myself, but then this blog has always been about you, Passerby. You are the one who peeps in. You are the passerby who peeps. And if I am the one who silently looks from the outside, then the Passerby and I are one. It is at this point that it gets really confusing.

What does that little grey line below your name say, that you are caught slipping slowly, silently, into the quicksands of time. Do you fail to realize that if you are the one who is so passively watching yourself, you might as well lend a hand, pull yourself out . There isn't really a need to watch yourself slip into the quicksands, there isn't really a need for you to be the passerby.

Crawl out, shake off the dirt and sprint on. That's the plan. There isn't really a Plan B.

Twenty and Two, for the record.

Your name is as common as you are rare. As easy as you are not. As simple as love should be, but never is.