An arbit post written for seemingly no reason at midnight

It is ALWAYS fascinating seeing people unravel before your eyes - pleasantly sometimes for the better, nastily sometimes for the worse but interestingly either way, even when what you see doesn't concern you. Often, it is just your own prejudices which is falling apart, but there are unmistakable moments, when the sensitive eye can pick up the signals dropped, unwittingly or consciously, that the mask is being lowered and the person either has become incapable of sustaining the earlier image or is just sick and tired of doing so all the time and has stopped.

The much celebrated modern "virtues" of attitude, cynicism, righteousness, eliticism, panache, - all notwithstanding, it is fascinating how there ALWAYS comes a point in everyone's life that reveals to the observing world, and more surprisingly to oneself - the pulse of ordinary mortal, flawed, human blood that runs in the stream... Even when it is unpleasant at times, these moments are strangely reassuring.

Maybe I had written something on similar lines here and there...

I just couldnt resist one of Sara Teasdale's gems.

When I have ceased to break my wings
Against the faultiness of things,
And learned that compromises wait
Behind each hardly opened gate,
When I have looked Life in the eyes,
Grown calm and very coldly wise,
Life will have given me the Truth,
And taken in exchange -- my youth.