‘Joss sticks’ by Mayank Chhaya
It has been a while since I wrote some random epigrams, aphorisms and maxims. It is funny how I have concluded that what I am about to say has the merit of being classified as epigrams, aphorisms and maxims. Let’s blame it on conceit. Speaking of which, I can start with one about conceit that I wrote in my 20s.
* Humility is the ultimate form of conceit.
* No dam can harness the raging waters of narcissism, says a narcissist.
* The trellis must not think that the climbing vine is in love with it. For the climbing vine it is strictly utilitarian.
* My failures have been ordinary, triumphs mediocre and tragedies minor. I have no future as a writer.
* We are mostly what we do not eventually do.
* Every time I jumped over the wall of my conscience, I landed on the same side. Either there is no wall or there are no sides or may be there is no conscience.
* Debt is a great destroyer of moral immunity.
* Don’t dust your conscience here. I am suffering from moral asthma.
* Failure clarifies. Success muddies.
* Failure is a great filter. Success has no gatekeepers.
* A burning candle tells you that light is a result of destruction. So does the sun.
* Epigrams are like a goat’s droppings. They drop fast and dry up fast.
* A civilization is built and preserved by the largest number of people suppressing their vilest impulses.
* For a blog that costs you nothing, like this one, freeloading ends here.