And today I get to know the deadline for which I skipped lunch and
some nice sleep; has been extended till the 31st of December......... :)
So much for being a sincere and punctual kid
Thursday, December 21, 2006
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
ONE NIGHT STAND....
Well, I'm sure the post won't be as exciting as the title sounds......
but yeah it was a one night stand....almost
With the project not moving as expected (though I'm spending all my time with her), there was an added activity going on. Everyone was busy sending their entries for the international design workshop which is in February as part of the Icograda Design week at IDC, Mumbai.
If your entry is one of the 150 selected ones from all over the world you get to attend the 3 day workshop for free. Or otherwise like us, you only get to attend the conference on two days through a registration fee which is after the workshop.
So, the theme for this competition was
"Design Local : Stops at all stations"
to be applied to our own contexts and realm of day to day activity.
What better context than NID......which has become the current centre of my life.....so here is what I came up with. Given that the deadline was today, I had decided yesterday evening to give it a try...and started at 12:00....worked till 4 and said okay....I'm done...I'm not sending it.
Then came the morning.... I thought well...what good is this if I don't send it....so let's complete it. Stuck myself to the chair and was up only at 2. Lunch, bath and other chores had gone for a toss. Finally ended up with three alternatives......not too bad...for a one night stand
(p.s. the format was given : a tiled square)
Sunday, December 17, 2006
BLO@#$*CKED
Two days.....three movies.....two of which were back to back, thanx to laser rec.....
Kabul Express, Don :The chase begins again (yeah..watched it again, and enjoyed Khaike paan...even more than the first time) The Departed
I think that's enough to explain the title of this post.Am not even thinking of writing the reviews. Well, 2 weeks down (3 if one would include the convocation week....where everyone worked, though a few did work only for themselves....industry interface was much more important than doing public service) and nothing seems to be working. It's not the usual story, for someone who is quite clear about things and the way to go about doing it. Kindly ignore the boastful undertones. But it's a fact; seems like the most lost phase of my life.
Hope Sunday morning brings in new hope and enlightenment to move forward and complete all this academic stuff. Plus the next week has a lot of things lined up. Travel, Christmas, home and amidst all this my dear pixel(s) (my topic for the project) will not be getting the attention she deserves. Sorry love, hope you understand!!
But hey, I can spend the whole of next week with you. I'll try to give you as much time as possible and I promise to spend even my lunch and dinner thinking about you. Not to mention the dreams and the walks, you shall always be there on my mind. I hope you understand, and anyway I'll be back with you for New Years......so let's get started.......
Kabul Express, Don :The chase begins again (yeah..watched it again, and enjoyed Khaike paan...even more than the first time) The Departed
I think that's enough to explain the title of this post.Am not even thinking of writing the reviews. Well, 2 weeks down (3 if one would include the convocation week....where everyone worked, though a few did work only for themselves....industry interface was much more important than doing public service) and nothing seems to be working. It's not the usual story, for someone who is quite clear about things and the way to go about doing it. Kindly ignore the boastful undertones. But it's a fact; seems like the most lost phase of my life.
Hope Sunday morning brings in new hope and enlightenment to move forward and complete all this academic stuff. Plus the next week has a lot of things lined up. Travel, Christmas, home and amidst all this my dear pixel(s) (my topic for the project) will not be getting the attention she deserves. Sorry love, hope you understand!!
But hey, I can spend the whole of next week with you. I'll try to give you as much time as possible and I promise to spend even my lunch and dinner thinking about you. Not to mention the dreams and the walks, you shall always be there on my mind. I hope you understand, and anyway I'll be back with you for New Years......so let's get started.......
Monday, December 11, 2006
RIDE OF YOUR LIFE
John Gregory
from the motion picture "What a girl wants"
Yes I actually sat through a chick flick....but the song for the credits sequence made up for it i think ;)
Wishing on a shooting star
But dreams alone won't get you far
Can't deny your feelings anymore
The world is waiting right outside your door
What are you waiting for?
Come on, here's your chance
Don't let it slip right through your hands
Are you ready for the ride of your life?
Your dreams are riding on the wind
Just reach out and pull them in and
Get ready for the ride of your life
The ride of your life
In your heart, you know what must do
You've only got yourself to answer to
Don't let fear of fallen hold you down
Your spirit's flying high above the clouds
You're glory bound
Come on here's your chance.....
You are on your way no looking back
There's no future living in the past
You're free at last yeah
You're free at last
Come on, come on get ready
Yea, yea, yea
Your dreams are riding on the wind
Just reach out and pull them in
Get ready for the ride of your life
from the motion picture "What a girl wants"
Yes I actually sat through a chick flick....but the song for the credits sequence made up for it i think ;)
Wishing on a shooting star
But dreams alone won't get you far
Can't deny your feelings anymore
The world is waiting right outside your door
What are you waiting for?
Come on, here's your chance
Don't let it slip right through your hands
Are you ready for the ride of your life?
Your dreams are riding on the wind
Just reach out and pull them in and
Get ready for the ride of your life
The ride of your life
In your heart, you know what must do
You've only got yourself to answer to
Don't let fear of fallen hold you down
Your spirit's flying high above the clouds
You're glory bound
Come on here's your chance.....
You are on your way no looking back
There's no future living in the past
You're free at last yeah
You're free at last
Come on, come on get ready
Yea, yea, yea
Your dreams are riding on the wind
Just reach out and pull them in
Get ready for the ride of your life
Saturday, December 09, 2006
W...A...L...K
Something that I've always believed in all through my life...of whatever I've lived, is experiencing and relishing the journey.
Something that Suresh just reinforced today at a casual "sit around" in the BMW......Suresh and his stories....
"It's the experience of the journey that matters, not the threshold"
It's the whole feeling that a walk evokes, a sense of sensing and feeling the spaces that one moves through. Little things that matter......
Like as a kid, there was an undying love to go to school and utter disgust at missing it, even if it was for a day. Simply because I used to get to play in the recess time, and more importantly for the time I used to get before the school would start for the day. So if school was at 8:20 for others, it was at 7:30 for me.... :) The walk back would generally bring along a stone or a flower or a weird looking leaf home everyday, poor stone would get kicked by my soiled shoes all the way from school to home, evading all the traffic and following a path which was never there, but was made as it travelled along.
Another flower would regularly accompany me to school, plucked from random plants on the way, with the hope of one day landing up in the class teacher's hands. But looking at the beautiful roses brought in by my other classmates, the poor flower didn't make it even once. Of course, the bicycle put an end to this story since there was no time to pluck flowers.
Same with church.....I would always be ready to get up and get going on Sunday morning. Why? because of the winding road leading up to the church (which seemed miles away, then),that would cross my school, the fort, another school, the wooden bridge on a stream, and the small wait to see the water gushing through it while returning back. To hear the "ting ting" of cowbells from busy buffaloes beside the stream on their sunday grazing session. Once in the church, it used be the longing to get back and feel the air outside and soak in the winter sun. Strange things happen when you walk. Or rather, you seem to notice some things only when you walk.
Like I said, the bicycle subdued some of these but at the same time widened my horizons, aspirations and ambitions. It brought along with it a new array of experiences and explorations, which just walking couldn't have got us to do. From drifting away into "No trespassing" zones, to chases amongst friends, to a very innovative cycle based hide-and seek at a ruined monumnet outside city limits. The "missions" would generally revolve around history, geography and things like artillery, shooting ranges etc etc. Damn the textbooks. Ending up at unexplored monuments and ruins within the city, as kids we would try and figure out why it was built and what would have been the actual reason (the great scientists and philosophers....that we were:) With cycles parked like Mercs in a row, we would stand and stare....hands on the hips and ponder.
Then go up to it and explore every corner and the secret passages to reach the top. The afternoons were generally reserved for all this. It would begin with, "Mummy I'm going to get my bicycle fixed", or simply an "honest" "I'm going to a friend's place to complete today's homework" Then there would be a pre-decided meeting spot away from public eyes where a couple of friends would gather for a pre-event briefing and the mission would be detailed out.....though not always. Sometimes it would just be a free roam. No one was ever late :) beacuse there weren't too many of them party to this madness.
Then with the lengthening shadows of the evening when the sun would be down and finally out, there used to be small fears of being caught telling lies or sometimes even fear of the darkness and night (though it would only be like 7 p.m). Thank god there was no technology advancement then, no phones, no tracking down. Pity the kids living in the current age.
Of course misadventures like being chased by dogs, and being shouted at by the Military guards in the cantonment area for intruding private areas were a part of the package......like the army helipad (we rode our cycles on them like stupid kids...till the guard came shouting at us), the swimming pool, which was called the "cavalier's lagoon", the private theatre for the army officials and the officers mess, were places we would enjoy trespassing the most. Also high up on the list would be the accidental discovery of a tank museum...which was later declared open to public, and numerous hillocks and variable land zones....like pastures and swamps.
An uncalled for visit to the church campus, cycling on the edge of the moat along the fort and once to a graveyard were also some of our exploits and moments of pure unadulterated fun and satisfyting one's inquisitive side.
The w...a...l...k continues (atleast I hope it does).....though names and places change and days go by.......
Something that Suresh just reinforced today at a casual "sit around" in the BMW......Suresh and his stories....
"It's the experience of the journey that matters, not the threshold"
It's the whole feeling that a walk evokes, a sense of sensing and feeling the spaces that one moves through. Little things that matter......
Like as a kid, there was an undying love to go to school and utter disgust at missing it, even if it was for a day. Simply because I used to get to play in the recess time, and more importantly for the time I used to get before the school would start for the day. So if school was at 8:20 for others, it was at 7:30 for me.... :) The walk back would generally bring along a stone or a flower or a weird looking leaf home everyday, poor stone would get kicked by my soiled shoes all the way from school to home, evading all the traffic and following a path which was never there, but was made as it travelled along.
Another flower would regularly accompany me to school, plucked from random plants on the way, with the hope of one day landing up in the class teacher's hands. But looking at the beautiful roses brought in by my other classmates, the poor flower didn't make it even once. Of course, the bicycle put an end to this story since there was no time to pluck flowers.
Same with church.....I would always be ready to get up and get going on Sunday morning. Why? because of the winding road leading up to the church (which seemed miles away, then),that would cross my school, the fort, another school, the wooden bridge on a stream, and the small wait to see the water gushing through it while returning back. To hear the "ting ting" of cowbells from busy buffaloes beside the stream on their sunday grazing session. Once in the church, it used be the longing to get back and feel the air outside and soak in the winter sun. Strange things happen when you walk. Or rather, you seem to notice some things only when you walk.
Like I said, the bicycle subdued some of these but at the same time widened my horizons, aspirations and ambitions. It brought along with it a new array of experiences and explorations, which just walking couldn't have got us to do. From drifting away into "No trespassing" zones, to chases amongst friends, to a very innovative cycle based hide-and seek at a ruined monumnet outside city limits. The "missions" would generally revolve around history, geography and things like artillery, shooting ranges etc etc. Damn the textbooks. Ending up at unexplored monuments and ruins within the city, as kids we would try and figure out why it was built and what would have been the actual reason (the great scientists and philosophers....that we were:) With cycles parked like Mercs in a row, we would stand and stare....hands on the hips and ponder.
Then go up to it and explore every corner and the secret passages to reach the top. The afternoons were generally reserved for all this. It would begin with, "Mummy I'm going to get my bicycle fixed", or simply an "honest" "I'm going to a friend's place to complete today's homework" Then there would be a pre-decided meeting spot away from public eyes where a couple of friends would gather for a pre-event briefing and the mission would be detailed out.....though not always. Sometimes it would just be a free roam. No one was ever late :) beacuse there weren't too many of them party to this madness.
Then with the lengthening shadows of the evening when the sun would be down and finally out, there used to be small fears of being caught telling lies or sometimes even fear of the darkness and night (though it would only be like 7 p.m). Thank god there was no technology advancement then, no phones, no tracking down. Pity the kids living in the current age.
Of course misadventures like being chased by dogs, and being shouted at by the Military guards in the cantonment area for intruding private areas were a part of the package......like the army helipad (we rode our cycles on them like stupid kids...till the guard came shouting at us), the swimming pool, which was called the "cavalier's lagoon", the private theatre for the army officials and the officers mess, were places we would enjoy trespassing the most. Also high up on the list would be the accidental discovery of a tank museum...which was later declared open to public, and numerous hillocks and variable land zones....like pastures and swamps.
An uncalled for visit to the church campus, cycling on the edge of the moat along the fort and once to a graveyard were also some of our exploits and moments of pure unadulterated fun and satisfyting one's inquisitive side.
The w...a...l...k continues (atleast I hope it does).....though names and places change and days go by.......
Thursday, December 07, 2006
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
CONVOCATION 06
Couldn't help but think of this line from Spiderman....for all that happened yesterday
"With great power, comes great responsibility"
Not too sure of the "great power" part though
"With great power, comes great responsibility"
Not too sure of the "great power" part though
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
WOLF WINE
Before I'm off to sleep....some inspiration to get started tomorrow
Don't ask if it is allowed,
Don't ask if it is possible,
MAKE IT.....!!!!!
Don't ask if it is allowed,
Don't ask if it is possible,
MAKE IT.....!!!!!
wolfgang weingart
SDM studio, NID, 6th Nov.2006
DOOM-2 to DOOM-3
Anyway I was dhoomed the moment I made up my mind to watch this movie.......falling for the trailers and its decent predecessor.
Thank God for making
Sadly, hardly lives up to expectations (poor fans......the girls) and looks almost funny dancing around the perfect Mr.Cool moves...Hrithik. ACP Jay Dixit could have been rendered a lot better I must say. He seems to have lost this one to Hrithik. Abhishek can do a lot better.....I will certainly not forget him in Yuva....awesome.............
Well well, that was the past.........back to DOOM-2
Is there anything left....oh yeah...he plot, editing, cinematography, music......you can't make a film without all that, can you?....Well they've actually gone ahead and made one!!!
A disconnected plot, very "Hindi movie" looking robberies (Dhoom 1 atleast tried to be slick) Editing is nothing great to write home about. Cinematography, is plain to say the least. Only Rio adds a bit of colour and freshness to the overall setting which cannot actually be credited to the cinematographer. A huge number of frames are spent in slow motion when the characters are shown doing simple things like leaving airports or walking on a street (though Mr.A looks the best in that scene on Marine Drive). All of them have seem to have been given the same set of instructions.........
"Walk 4 steps...now ever so slowly...look towards your right, walk two steps, now turn to the camera....four steps more.......and please loads of attitude......right...." Good shot.
All in all, DHOOM2 tries way too hard to pass off as this cool flick with lots of attitude and slick stuff. The characters look stale and the plot is very loose that hardly generates any excitiement or build-up to the climax.
DOOM 3 on its way....any takers??
Monday, November 27, 2006
ROUND 4 LAP 1
The first lap...like in F1 was the warm up lap with nothing exciting happening the whole day.
Well there are 4x30, say 120 laps (roughly)more to go....
I hate getting down to numbers, but have to sometimes, coz otherwise it just remains a "concept".
With the engine revved up now, I'm expecting to clock some really faster laps. Let's see how it goes. It's no longer about "C"s and "A+"s (as if it was)......yeah...but its now about the bigger picture where you are just about to be introduced, rather thrown into.
The usual buzz around NID is back with familiar faces bright with beaming smiles, highlighting the "just returned from home" look.....and thankfully the mess has also re-opened now.
You sometimes tend to understand true worth, only when things are not around anymore and treasure them once they are back.........
Well there are 4x30, say 120 laps (roughly)more to go....
I hate getting down to numbers, but have to sometimes, coz otherwise it just remains a "concept".
With the engine revved up now, I'm expecting to clock some really faster laps. Let's see how it goes. It's no longer about "C"s and "A+"s (as if it was)......yeah...but its now about the bigger picture where you are just about to be introduced, rather thrown into.
The usual buzz around NID is back with familiar faces bright with beaming smiles, highlighting the "just returned from home" look.....and thankfully the mess has also re-opened now.
You sometimes tend to understand true worth, only when things are not around anymore and treasure them once they are back.........
Sunday, November 26, 2006
> || >>
I'm sittin here in my boring room(not really)
Just another lazy Sunday afternoon.......
India is playing South Africa in Cape Town, ID has gone for training, most of VC is yet to be seen on campus, the autumn leaves are all over the place, the lawn looks tender and fresh and I'm sitting in the NID amphitheatre and writing this. Thanx to technology....Wi-fi and all that. I have grown fond of this place which harldy figures in anybody's list. It's nice and peaceful, no irriating voices around you, nor people moving around you, almost like a cutoff but still within NID. I call it a place for reflections and projections.
Tomorrow, I begin my last semester at NID. Already..... seems not so long ago that I had come to this place, with hardly any expectations, unlike most others for whom NID had fallen short of their imagination and sky high
expectations. I say this from all the CRIB talk that I've been subjected to, over the past three semesters, and, what's more, it cuts across all disciplines.
Well, the last semester; one last chance to freak out, one last chance to run wild with your imagination, feel the winter here (of whatever little happens), one last chance to have a ball,
one last chance to play along, literally one last chance.....coz whatever happens after this will just be a measured and calculated move for most....even for me maybe.
So before I take the plunge this is my "pause || " and a look at what lies ahead of me....though as I've said earlier, one should not plan too much. So, I'll take it as it comes, one day at a time....
Just another lazy Sunday afternoon.......
India is playing South Africa in Cape Town, ID has gone for training, most of VC is yet to be seen on campus, the autumn leaves are all over the place, the lawn looks tender and fresh and I'm sitting in the NID amphitheatre and writing this. Thanx to technology....Wi-fi and all that. I have grown fond of this place which harldy figures in anybody's list. It's nice and peaceful, no irriating voices around you, nor people moving around you, almost like a cutoff but still within NID. I call it a place for reflections and projections.
Tomorrow, I begin my last semester at NID. Already..... seems not so long ago that I had come to this place, with hardly any expectations, unlike most others for whom NID had fallen short of their imagination and sky high
expectations. I say this from all the CRIB talk that I've been subjected to, over the past three semesters, and, what's more, it cuts across all disciplines.
Well, the last semester; one last chance to freak out, one last chance to run wild with your imagination, feel the winter here (of whatever little happens), one last chance to have a ball,
one last chance to play along, literally one last chance.....coz whatever happens after this will just be a measured and calculated move for most....even for me maybe.
So before I take the plunge this is my "pause || " and a look at what lies ahead of me....though as I've said earlier, one should not plan too much. So, I'll take it as it comes, one day at a time....
Friday, November 24, 2006
| L | I | N | E | S |
from the Tata Safari ad
"The only thing stopping you....is YOU"
from "Feel" by Robbie Williams
"I sit and talk to God.....and he just laughs at my plans"
from "Teach your children" by csny
"The past is just a goodbye"
from "Happy together" by The Turtles
"Me and you, and you and me...
no matter how they tossed the dice.....it had to be"
and the latest Sony Ericsson ad (i think it's the coolest ones of late)
"I (the SE logo) the rain"
"I (the SE logo) long queues"
"I (the SE logo) losing myself"
"I (the SE logo) being the substitute"
"I (the SE logo) missing the last bus home......."
a few of their print ads...down there >
"The only thing stopping you....is YOU"
from "Feel" by Robbie Williams
"I sit and talk to God.....and he just laughs at my plans"
from "Teach your children" by csny
"The past is just a goodbye"
from "Happy together" by The Turtles
"Me and you, and you and me...
no matter how they tossed the dice.....it had to be"
and the latest Sony Ericsson ad (i think it's the coolest ones of late)
"I (the SE logo) the rain"
"I (the SE logo) long queues"
"I (the SE logo) losing myself"
"I (the SE logo) being the substitute"
"I (the SE logo) missing the last bus home......."
a few of their print ads...down there >
Monday, November 13, 2006
WHY ?
Why: sometimes you have to do it?
Why: sometimes all reasoning betrays you?
Why: sometimes you feel so compelled to say something,
you wouldn't otherwise say, even in the wildest of your dreams?
What's more, you actually go and say it...!
Why: sometimes everything just seems to be in harmony?
Everything seems there for you and right in front of your eyes,
yet your instinct says no, not now!
There seems to be a perfect union of your inner self and someone else's
without even exchanging words.
You strike a chord...that perfect harmony....magic
Why: sometimes words aren't sufficient to say what the heart wants to?
Time isn't ample to say the words one wants to, and listen to the others say.
Yet amidst all this chaos there is that moment where
time seems to stand still, you hear the unspoken words and go
"Huh"...only to realise nothing was said.
Why: sometimes all reasoning betrays you?
Why: sometimes you feel so compelled to say something,
you wouldn't otherwise say, even in the wildest of your dreams?
What's more, you actually go and say it...!
Why: sometimes everything just seems to be in harmony?
Everything seems there for you and right in front of your eyes,
yet your instinct says no, not now!
There seems to be a perfect union of your inner self and someone else's
without even exchanging words.
You strike a chord...that perfect harmony....magic
Why: sometimes words aren't sufficient to say what the heart wants to?
Time isn't ample to say the words one wants to, and listen to the others say.
Yet amidst all this chaos there is that moment where
time seems to stand still, you hear the unspoken words and go
"Huh"...only to realise nothing was said.
PLEASE TICK ONE
CHOICES!!!
Someone said, "You always have a choice at every stage in your life"
Yeah we sure do...but the way I look at people who make choices that they actually don't intend to, is something like this....
There is an exam where only one question is asked to every person present. Each guy/girl gets the question paper with the question.
Now, everyone is given four alternatives to the answer, out of which they have to tick one.
Fair enough. Now there is this guy who gets his, which has only one option as an answer and the line after the question reads : please tick one
This is something that happens to many people, but we look at them and say...well, he had a choice and look what he has chosen,he could have easily done xyz and gone there and done blah bla blah....without realizing what he's been through.
Maybe he got a question paper like the one i just described...too bad for him...isn't it? So the next time you judge a person's decision,(which one isn't supposed to anyway)think of this please tick one" situation.
Someone said, "You always have a choice at every stage in your life"
Yeah we sure do...but the way I look at people who make choices that they actually don't intend to, is something like this....
There is an exam where only one question is asked to every person present. Each guy/girl gets the question paper with the question.
Now, everyone is given four alternatives to the answer, out of which they have to tick one.
Fair enough. Now there is this guy who gets his, which has only one option as an answer and the line after the question reads : please tick one
This is something that happens to many people, but we look at them and say...well, he had a choice and look what he has chosen,he could have easily done xyz and gone there and done blah bla blah....without realizing what he's been through.
Maybe he got a question paper like the one i just described...too bad for him...isn't it? So the next time you judge a person's decision,(which one isn't supposed to anyway)think of this please tick one" situation.
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Bravado....!
Well all that Bravado, more than anything else to stretch my own limits and check how far I can take loneliness....seems to be fading out all very quickly.
I'm talking about staying back in the hostel; and it's not even been a day since everyone left for different destinations with different aspirations, different emotions, apprehensions and dreams in their hearts.
I feel like a by-stander watching people come and go without having much of a say myself wondering when will my turn come.
But I guess the fact that man is a social animal...never felt so true before.
I think I'm strong, hell I am; to take on anything, take on the world all by myself....then why am I doubting myself now? I think I'll still stretch myself a little more just to be sure. I am not buckling yet.
Just like another saying (this was one of the lines I had chosen out of 9 others for our typography assignment, I thought it was ME).....
Walk a little farther than you usually do, there's something exciting over that hill
I'm talking about staying back in the hostel; and it's not even been a day since everyone left for different destinations with different aspirations, different emotions, apprehensions and dreams in their hearts.
I feel like a by-stander watching people come and go without having much of a say myself wondering when will my turn come.
But I guess the fact that man is a social animal...never felt so true before.
I think I'm strong, hell I am; to take on anything, take on the world all by myself....then why am I doubting myself now? I think I'll still stretch myself a little more just to be sure. I am not buckling yet.
Just like another saying (this was one of the lines I had chosen out of 9 others for our typography assignment, I thought it was ME).....
Walk a little farther than you usually do, there's something exciting over that hill
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
NO RAIN
All I can say is that my life is pretty plain
I like watchin the puddles gather rain
And all I can do is just pour some tea for two, and speak my point of view
but it's not sane...it's not sa-ane....its not sa-a-ane
I just want someone to say to me,
I'll always be there when you wake,
Ya know I'd like to keep my cheeks dry today
So stay with me and I'll have it made
And I don't understand why I sleep all day
And I start to complain that there's no ra-in
And all I can do is read a book to stay awake,
And it rips my life away...it's a great escape
es-ca-ape....es-ca-pe..es-caa-ape
All I can say is that my life is pretty plain,
Ya don't like my point of view
Ya think I'm insane
It's not sa-ane, it's not sa-a-ane
Well it's been the song I identify with, the most, since the past few years (2.5 years to be precise)...and not surprisingly this was the song i chose for one of our projects called VISUAL NARRATIVE....where we had to visually interpret a song or a poem or a piece of prose.
I thought what else could be better than this. Though there was a period where I had started hating the lyrics and the song itself because the project was going nowhere.
I did end up doing pretty decent stuff I think.......it's so stupid how some things feel good when someone else tells you that it is good.
And now when I'm listening to the song again....I feel....I've done something nice and still continue to relate to "no rain" like before.
I'm here in campus trying to WORK; yeah, work.....that's why I intended to stay back during the vacations. But I relaise that post Friday, I'll be the only one left on the entire 2nd floor of the hostel. The project that had to be completed at a frantic pace (atleast that's what I had decided while going to Pushkar in the bus the other night)is not even finding space on my computer screen. It's become like lost love. I guess I'll have to "rekindle the fire" and create magic. Talk about creating magic...the jury was one such...hehe...wonder how it happened.
Add to it the cough and cold...thanx to the adventurous bike rides under the moonlit skies and on abandoned roads, flirting with the prospects of being caught by the police....
Nonetheless...the spirit still prevails....2 more nights to go....I'm not letting this go so easily....wot say Sumin??
Though I feel a lot better today.....why not...got up at 11 and slept again in the afternoon...haha
One thing I've realised is ....one should not plan too much....in fact one should not plan at all. Sounds frivolous...but at certain times yes....you just have to act on instincts.
There I go again...I don't want to repeat myself!
I like watchin the puddles gather rain
And all I can do is just pour some tea for two, and speak my point of view
but it's not sane...it's not sa-ane....its not sa-a-ane
I just want someone to say to me,
I'll always be there when you wake,
Ya know I'd like to keep my cheeks dry today
So stay with me and I'll have it made
And I don't understand why I sleep all day
And I start to complain that there's no ra-in
And all I can do is read a book to stay awake,
And it rips my life away...it's a great escape
es-ca-ape....es-ca-pe..es-caa-ape
All I can say is that my life is pretty plain,
Ya don't like my point of view
Ya think I'm insane
It's not sa-ane, it's not sa-a-ane
Well it's been the song I identify with, the most, since the past few years (2.5 years to be precise)...and not surprisingly this was the song i chose for one of our projects called VISUAL NARRATIVE....where we had to visually interpret a song or a poem or a piece of prose.
I thought what else could be better than this. Though there was a period where I had started hating the lyrics and the song itself because the project was going nowhere.
I did end up doing pretty decent stuff I think.......it's so stupid how some things feel good when someone else tells you that it is good.
And now when I'm listening to the song again....I feel....I've done something nice and still continue to relate to "no rain" like before.
I'm here in campus trying to WORK; yeah, work.....that's why I intended to stay back during the vacations. But I relaise that post Friday, I'll be the only one left on the entire 2nd floor of the hostel. The project that had to be completed at a frantic pace (atleast that's what I had decided while going to Pushkar in the bus the other night)is not even finding space on my computer screen. It's become like lost love. I guess I'll have to "rekindle the fire" and create magic. Talk about creating magic...the jury was one such...hehe...wonder how it happened.
Add to it the cough and cold...thanx to the adventurous bike rides under the moonlit skies and on abandoned roads, flirting with the prospects of being caught by the police....
Nonetheless...the spirit still prevails....2 more nights to go....I'm not letting this go so easily....wot say Sumin??
Though I feel a lot better today.....why not...got up at 11 and slept again in the afternoon...haha
One thing I've realised is ....one should not plan too much....in fact one should not plan at all. Sounds frivolous...but at certain times yes....you just have to act on instincts.
There I go again...I don't want to repeat myself!
Monday, November 06, 2006
THE EXODUS
Hey.....agreed Genesis (my first post) was a long time back.....but in the Holy Bible too there is big lapse of time between genesis and exodus :)
Even otherwise....i think my exodus has already begun......it began with me leaving (well almost) home at the age of 17....in a quest to find myself...a quest to achieve something what my heart believed, no matter what the world said.
A quest to LIVE life, not just exist.
The heart speaks, it does. It's something which I believe happens to us every moment, but we are so caught up trying to rationalize it, that we end up not hearing the muffled voices and signs and cues that are all around us. The little connections here, a song there, a voice here, a word there, a sudden gesture of kindness and concern from someone you hardly know, an uncalled blessing, a feeling of lightness in the heart.
The heart never lies. The mind tries to rationalize what the heart says, but the heart doesn't think twice. Somewhere, I think, we try to strike a perfect balance which i believe one should never try......well, being a libran that should be second nature, but I don't think it's ever possible to strike a balance between the heart and the mind.......
I always end up going with the heart :)
It's been amazing....!!
When I look back at the 25 years of my life, I think I've done nothing worthwhile, then I close my eyes and look back again; this time I see everything clearly. I've done so much.....from being a good kid who would never have to be told even once (forget twice) to study, to the prankster who would go around climbing all the possible trees within the campus, chasing kites, making wickets out of wood, sawing wooden planks to make bats, dreaming(and actually trying)about manually making a flowing stream in which water flows, with all the rocks and beautiful looking trees, thinking about "What if I fly a kite and attach rolls of strings after strings....where would it end up?"
So much has happened......
Home, school, Ahmednagar, Architecture, Pune, Training, Kolhapur, Work, Pune,
Graphic design, NID, Ahmedabad.......heart all over it.....not one decision was taken with the mind over ruling the heart.
Anyway....here I am...trying to vomit out as many words as possible from my mind, heart and soul....i've tried doing that through my mouth but doesn't work!!
Well, a lot has happened over the past week....indeed a lot
A good jury....an awesome trip to Pushkar near Ajmer in Rajasthan, back to NID Ahmedabad. The same night...a trek to pavagadh near Baroda.Returned the next day afternoon and the night...a bike ride (my first driving experience in the maddening streets of Ahmedabad...though I was glad it was night...) to the Indira bridge, airport road.........isn't it nothing but AWESOME!!
Even otherwise....i think my exodus has already begun......it began with me leaving (well almost) home at the age of 17....in a quest to find myself...a quest to achieve something what my heart believed, no matter what the world said.
A quest to LIVE life, not just exist.
The heart speaks, it does. It's something which I believe happens to us every moment, but we are so caught up trying to rationalize it, that we end up not hearing the muffled voices and signs and cues that are all around us. The little connections here, a song there, a voice here, a word there, a sudden gesture of kindness and concern from someone you hardly know, an uncalled blessing, a feeling of lightness in the heart.
The heart never lies. The mind tries to rationalize what the heart says, but the heart doesn't think twice. Somewhere, I think, we try to strike a perfect balance which i believe one should never try......well, being a libran that should be second nature, but I don't think it's ever possible to strike a balance between the heart and the mind.......
I always end up going with the heart :)
It's been amazing....!!
When I look back at the 25 years of my life, I think I've done nothing worthwhile, then I close my eyes and look back again; this time I see everything clearly. I've done so much.....from being a good kid who would never have to be told even once (forget twice) to study, to the prankster who would go around climbing all the possible trees within the campus, chasing kites, making wickets out of wood, sawing wooden planks to make bats, dreaming(and actually trying)about manually making a flowing stream in which water flows, with all the rocks and beautiful looking trees, thinking about "What if I fly a kite and attach rolls of strings after strings....where would it end up?"
So much has happened......
Home, school, Ahmednagar, Architecture, Pune, Training, Kolhapur, Work, Pune,
Graphic design, NID, Ahmedabad.......heart all over it.....not one decision was taken with the mind over ruling the heart.
Anyway....here I am...trying to vomit out as many words as possible from my mind, heart and soul....i've tried doing that through my mouth but doesn't work!!
Well, a lot has happened over the past week....indeed a lot
A good jury....an awesome trip to Pushkar near Ajmer in Rajasthan, back to NID Ahmedabad. The same night...a trek to pavagadh near Baroda.Returned the next day afternoon and the night...a bike ride (my first driving experience in the maddening streets of Ahmedabad...though I was glad it was night...) to the Indira bridge, airport road.........isn't it nothing but AWESOME!!
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
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