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.