Flesh and blood

I am also mere flesh and blood, aren't I? But if I could just retain a remnant of that purity, if I could just hold the sight, a glimpse of that world preserved in a corner of my mind, if I could just leave a memory of a Struggle, if not Achievement not to remain just flesh and blood, I would not have wasted my life.

And I would not have been wrong in choosing and restricting my circle to a few people, people I've chosen to love, respect, be friends with.

Lotus

The lotus which is admired for retaining its beauty in muck, would the same lotus become less admirable if it were to express that the muck is not its rightful place and its not happy or indifferent at all as the world thinks it is or wants it to be in it?...
...But then if it were able to express, it had to be able to bring itself out to its rightful place. If not, muck is what it should deserve. Muck is where its rightful place is.

Life and death

The whole life is a preparation to meet death. How you lived life would decide how you'd face death or it's little friends...sorrow, despair, frustration, disappointment, failure. Time keeps playing practical jokes on you. But you got to have your sense of humour intact. Without these little antics of time, wouldn't the whole journey be so monotonous? All colour and fragrance would make you sick and weary. And it is a long journey. And in the end if you are the one who has the last laugh, you'd have lived your life well.