'they can kill me, then they'll have my dead body, but not my ideas' this was simply a line in a movie I watched, till now. It is for one to realize where fearlessness comes from, it comes from fear that is faced without denial and with aplomb. I am in transit I guess, I am in transit. Let me hope there is conviction at the other end of it. I had known it once quite well once; conviction. I say don't let your wounds heal, don't forget, but make sure you remember them the right way.

If I were to write a memoir, it'd be titled me, he and the decree and for once I'd definitely wonder if it was his or mine. The decree. Till then let me assume to myself that sign of signs of things to come is yet to come. So let me, till then, remain.

this probably is the end and ones reaction now will define rest of the days. one can recede into a corner and feel hard done by fate or ones activities of late, but then what are reactions meant for if not to lead to something else that obviate such reactions and consequences thereof!
'change your sensibilities, change your sensibilities, this is not the way you talk, then why should this be the way you think, you talk mostly when you have arrived at a conclusion, then why should the process define your sensibilities?' one should question oneself thus in such times as times like these serve as much as a mirror as a stroke of impending change. And so I say maintain status quo, for being completely at peace with that status quo doesn't come about through pretence or force. it comes through patience and diligence towards achieving oneself. And so I say, maintain status quo.

there indeed will always be a tiny little corner of ones mind where something premature yet permanent lurks, it is that corner of ones mind
that hides itself from all that surveys the insides, all that threatens to disturb it. But then without facing those plausible causes of turbulence
prematurity can not be let go of. So suddenly one day you come to realize that to have enough courage to climb the summit of ones being one has to stoop to ones abyss.
ones abyss has to be completely ones own before ones summit does.

such was the intensity of the jolt that the reason behind it became insignificant and human mind lost touch with the root cause. are we victims of our mistakes or of the inability to name our mistakes properly. there is no wonderment expressed when the truth is overlooked and it is overlooked because of convenience. If we collectively and honestly look at ourselves in a mirror held by someone else with his eyes fixed at us, we might quite possibly be introduced to shame in the garb of self pity.
so, just as a gentle reminded, let me state it to you that he who feels snubbed does so himself.

Problem with rich editors is precisely that, they are all rich, too much formatting,notepads are supposed to be that, notepads.
fulcrum is tilted the movement you touch to balance it, and beauty of a fulcrum lies in being left to itself. so i resolved for a movement to leave the fulcrum as it was. 'i' came back after a while and i was satisfied with the coming back of 'i', sans any new age attitude, sans any efforts to force the normalcy back in. and at that movement i recalled caesar once more, the instance he must seen brutus amongst his killers and hopefully, and hope here is intentional if not genuine, he died a hero, for it is more important to die a hero than it is to live like one, for in the face of death our most potent fears surface, fears that we try to keep at bay all our lives and it is then, right then and there and nowhere else we are supposed to behave like a hero, that is when our true mettle comes to the fore. so i hope, caesar smiled. and also hope he didn't regret having trusted brutus.