I Pass ...

So I pass ...

I am content to pass. Perhaps I’ll be able to pass this way again. May-be I”ll build another space here. Who knows?


My time here was well spent. I leave as a better human ( I think) than I came in. I came here unprepared. It was with your kind words that I was able to create a space for myself here.


Much more bigger than that is the space, I enjoy, today, in your hearts.

I wish, I could, stay here a little longer. Gather some more precious moments to retrieve them as mine. I humbly thank those who gave me support and who helped me build my very small space here.

Thank you for the admiration and love - by one and all. Adieu.

Ever yours Passerby

Happy V_ Day

If it were not for hopes, the heart would break . How rare and wonderful is that flash of a moment when we realize we have discovered a friend. Love begins indeed with small things. Maybe, sometimes, even with an egg shell!

Happy Valentine's day, to each of you today!

As we walked inside I said to the florist,

"I need a long-stemmed rose for my lady to carry while we go shopping.

"The florist, a rather unromantic type, replied, "We sell them by the dozen."

"I don't need a dozen," I said, "just one.""Well," he replied haughtily,

"it will cost you two dollars.""Wonderful," I exclaimed.

"There's nothing worse than a cheap rose."

Selecting the rose with some deliberation, I handed it to my friend. She was so impressed! And the cost? Just a little and some imagination and care.

Just a bit later she looked up and said, " I seem to be the only woman here, in today, carrying a rose." And I believe she probably was.

Remember, it is not the amount that matters but the thought and care that often has the greatest impact upon those you love.

People ask what must they become to be loving. The answer is ‘nothing.’ It is a process of letting go of what you thought you had become and allowing your true nature to float to the surface naturally." -- Stephen Levine

Good or Evil: The one I feed

In black you can read the word GOOD, in white the word EVIL (inside each black letter is a white letter). It's all very physiological too, because it visualize the concept that good can't exist without evil (or the absence of good is evil ).


Think of this poem called ‘The Eagle and the Wolf’:

There is a great battle
That rages inside me.

One side is a soaring eagle.
Everything the eagle stands for
Is good and true and beautiful.

It soars above the clouds.
Even though it dips down into the valleys,
It lays its eggs on the mountaintops.

The other side of me is a howling wolf.
And that raging, howling wolf
Represents the worst that is in me.

He eats upon my downfalls
And justifies himself by
his presence in the pack.

Who wins this great battle?
The one I feed

On the Lighter side :)))

Stylishly Yours'

Dear Lalitha working on this tag made me feel most deeply and vitally alive, along with the inner voice which said, ‘This is the real me,’ and I have found that attitude, to follow it. Thankyou very much, for passing this tag to me.

Sprouted Beans
Sprouts keep growing with the right amount of moisture and warmth, until they are chewed. They are also deliciously fresh and colourful! I grow with a style of a bean sprout.

Balloons
Stand back! I may explode in a style of a balloon. I have learnt to keep safety in mind and keep away from porcupines and unicorn! Balloons are my style of joy and freedom. The kind of space I enjoy in my heart, as well as, in others.

Museum
Yes, a Museum defines my style. Besides having a taste for ancient I can preserve/protect many things. I have good, old memories…. Well, I have preserved all my son's milk teeth He finds my taste of collection as "Antique" and prefers to call me "Ancient".

My Thumb
Hey! ease your minds. I don't have a style of rule of the thumb. I have a good, firm handshake which folds a strong thumb. It is my style of a natural part of my connection process. It accompanies my eye contact with a smile. It makes a difference to me.

A Bridge
This style of mine doesn't need me to be anything other than casually friendly. I practise this style anywhere, be it a shop or a bus -stop! It's a great style and a wonderful feeling to know you’re not alone in this world.

Neck Ties
Neck ties are my style of shopping. I am one of those who would love to shop for silk neck ties. They add aesthetic value to my shopping cart. Selecting the right tie , is enjoyable and a treat to my eye.

Bouquet of flowers
That’s me! I appreciate a good presentation. My style is not of a single flower, it’s the whole garden. My bouquet should consists of various flowers, assorted kind of leaves, tied with a beautiful satin ribbon, decorated in a cane basket or an artistic flower-vase. My bowl of fruit salad is the delight to see before I relish it.

Traditional Mehendi
My style of art is the fascinating, exciting traditional art of mehendi. The reddish brown colour of Mehendi would define my style of passion and warmth.

A Christian Bride
That would be my way of dressing with style. It’s simply awesome. I adore the way a bride walks forward forever .

Surfing up the waves
Surfing sums up my tenth style. Its my style of sport. Here, I relate to the adventure and spirit in me. Though I have never tried this feat, I often dream about such.

To all my Friends,
You all will enjoy doing this tag. Please go ahead and write the ten things that define your style. I am sure Usha, Preeta & Mahadevan would definitely do this tag, even before I ask them.

A few names I hope to read are: PRash...a blogger who blogs with a style. Neers....she has a way with her magical words. Mizfit ... you cannot escape. One comment on your blog fetches me a lot . I would never let go a chance. :)) Artnavy, Sara, ALapana, KAvya, Reshmi. I wish to read your styles too ... ... Cheers!!

Happy blogging and Happy tagging!

MY MOM taught me: to listen, then take that one step further and trust ONLY what my heart hears ...

I propose, that as of today:

"The measure of success is not whether you have a tough problem to deal with, but whether it's the same problem you had last year."

I propose, that as of today: let us hold our hands together and welcome 2007.

‘Happy New year, Friends’