Tiny stars in the dark sky,
Remind me of another sky
When on the horizon they do descend,
It brings to mind another sky
Of city lights, and shadowy nights,
The "wants in life" and sensless fights
Friday, March 30, 2007
Smooth sailing??
Well my orkut fortune today read :
A cheerful message or news is on the way!!
(not that I read it or follow it everyday)
but someone wished me the following lines just as the day was about to end....
"Well, life is about sailing smooth n i wish u fair winds......wot the hell are you waiting for.....put up the sails and hit the sea....."
A cheerful message or news is on the way!!
(not that I read it or follow it everyday)
but someone wished me the following lines just as the day was about to end....
"Well, life is about sailing smooth n i wish u fair winds......wot the hell are you waiting for.....put up the sails and hit the sea....."
Monday, March 26, 2007
Journey
The sky's the same,
The stars too,
The place a little known,
So are you.....
This journey has a destination,
The other one too
There's another one though,
with I don't know who.....
915pm 25th March 07
@ a hotel, somewhere around nasik
The stars too,
The place a little known,
So are you.....
This journey has a destination,
The other one too
There's another one though,
with I don't know who.....
915pm 25th March 07
@ a hotel, somewhere around nasik
WE ,THE MEN.....
Sometime back, A said, "Men are like chewing gum, can't swallow them nor spit them out"
To which I had replied...."I agree, but like chewing gum, atleast they are sweet to begin with......"
To which I had replied...."I agree, but like chewing gum, atleast they are sweet to begin with......"
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
strange and beautiful
Have heard this song like 20 times today,
A few lines of the song go....
Sometimes......the last thing you want comes in first,
Sometimes......the first thing you want never comes,
I know....waiting is all you can do............so-m-times
strange and beautiful (I'll put a spell on you)- Aqualung
A few lines of the song go....
Sometimes......the last thing you want comes in first,
Sometimes......the first thing you want never comes,
I know....waiting is all you can do............so-m-times
strange and beautiful (I'll put a spell on you)- Aqualung
Monday, March 19, 2007
The butterfly effect!!
Butterflies and summers are two things that have had a close association in tandem with me.
Flitting around in the garden outside our house, they were one of the few things that enchanted me and kept me occupied for hours.
I had classified them in my own way. A few based on where I'd seen them for the first time and a few based on their characteristics. One was called "Buddha" as in "the Buddha" not "boodha".......I dont know why. Another one was called "fairy"...coz she was this elusive thing who was rarely seen and had beautiful wings with bright orange and yellow spots and of the three of us whoever saw it, would be considered "blessed" for that particular day. The orange coloured one was called "sur sur" because that was the sound it had made in the bushes when we first discovered it. We never meant any harm to them, but it was a delight to hold them in your fingers and make them move their legs (limbs) on our throats. They would be then let free to fly and leave the rest of the thrills for another day.
It involved a great deal of skill and patience in first finding the right candidate of interest and then pursuing it with undivided attention until it was yours.
If in case any of these poor creatures met an untimely death for unknown reasons....they would be cremated with full state honours, complete with a gravestone (in this case, a leaf or a flower)
Looking at butterflies flitting around now, makes me want to go behind them on a quest with the same child like enthusiasm, but yes, dreams do change and so do we.
No more "any" butterflies now ............but the elusive "fairy"
Flitting around in the garden outside our house, they were one of the few things that enchanted me and kept me occupied for hours.
I had classified them in my own way. A few based on where I'd seen them for the first time and a few based on their characteristics. One was called "Buddha" as in "the Buddha" not "boodha".......I dont know why. Another one was called "fairy"...coz she was this elusive thing who was rarely seen and had beautiful wings with bright orange and yellow spots and of the three of us whoever saw it, would be considered "blessed" for that particular day. The orange coloured one was called "sur sur" because that was the sound it had made in the bushes when we first discovered it. We never meant any harm to them, but it was a delight to hold them in your fingers and make them move their legs (limbs) on our throats. They would be then let free to fly and leave the rest of the thrills for another day.
It involved a great deal of skill and patience in first finding the right candidate of interest and then pursuing it with undivided attention until it was yours.
If in case any of these poor creatures met an untimely death for unknown reasons....they would be cremated with full state honours, complete with a gravestone (in this case, a leaf or a flower)
Looking at butterflies flitting around now, makes me want to go behind them on a quest with the same child like enthusiasm, but yes, dreams do change and so do we.
No more "any" butterflies now ............but the elusive "fairy"
WAIT...
Waiting for the waves to reach the shore,
I look out through a half open door
Twilight is nigh, says the moon in the sky,
It indeed is, I say with a sigh
Days come and go by,
and I still wait for my turn to fly
I look out through a half open door
Twilight is nigh, says the moon in the sky,
It indeed is, I say with a sigh
Days come and go by,
and I still wait for my turn to fly
Thursday, March 01, 2007
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
spellcheck
Came across this line in one of the presentations happening in our class
There were a few lines before and after this one....
They were supposed to be guidelines for a brand name
2....
3.Not to literal
4.Avoid spelling errors
5.....
There were a few lines before and after this one....
They were supposed to be guidelines for a brand name
2....
3.Not to literal
4.Avoid spelling errors
5.....
Friday, February 23, 2007
FLEW
I once did fly,
Thought I'd give it a try,
Up I soared into the sky,
Whatever would happen I wouldn't cry
Then one morning I saw a bird fly by,
Life is calling my friend, don't let it pass by
Thought I'd give it a try,
Up I soared into the sky,
Whatever would happen I wouldn't cry
Then one morning I saw a bird fly by,
Life is calling my friend, don't let it pass by
TWEETY
Its been long since I've been woken up by the chirping of a bird in the woods.......and it was today that there seemed to be a message hidden in that chirping that said "It's time to wake up". Probably even the divine being up there seems to have given up on me on waking up early and sent this messenger to get the message across.
Sitting there on a tender shoot, you called out to me,
How I was happy, that you were sent for me.
Lazily I look up through the half open window frame,
Only to realize it is time to get on the train
Sitting there on a tender shoot, you called out to me,
How I was happy, that you were sent for me.
Lazily I look up through the half open window frame,
Only to realize it is time to get on the train
Sunday, February 11, 2007
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Is my head at the service of my heart?
Am I thinking too much about what I am thinking ?
If you don’t stand for something, you won’t fall for anything
April Greiman, Halim Choueiry @icograda, mumbai
Am I thinking too much about what I am thinking ?
If you don’t stand for something, you won’t fall for anything
April Greiman, Halim Choueiry @icograda, mumbai
SERIAL KILLING
Set around February 2007 this story begins with the speculation of whether I have an upset stomach or not. This is on the night of the journey to Mumbai for an International conference. I wish I had accepted the advice of a dear friend of mine, to have some lime juice to be on the safer side. Ok, it wasn’t as bad as you are thinking, but I was left with that growling feeling till the early hours of the next morning lying helplessly on the SL (side lower) berth. I looked at my 10-minutes-ahead watch expecting to be somewhere close to Bandra but was horrified that we hadn’t even entered Mumbai. Ever so slowly, the so called Express train chugged on and we finally reached Bandra around 10:00. Four hours late.
By the way, the conference was supposed to commence from 9:30 am, which it did; I was told later. After a sumptuous breakfast and a shower at a friend’s place a look at the watch told me “You are 2 hours late”
Anyway I thought now that we have the friend’s car, we’ll be there shortly. But no.....the car had to break down when we were almost there at IIT. Sincere attempts by “Driver bhai” (that’s what my friend calls him) didn’t impress the Indica V2, and finally we had to take an auto for the remaining journey.
On reaching the conference, I realised it was lunch time.......like it was very difficult to guess. Anyway, I went to collect my conference kit......”Oh we are so sorry, we’ll let you know by evening” “For now we can only give you the ID card”......late late late very late
The remaining session was done and it was time to head to another friend’s house for an evening snacks thing. The mode of conveyance.....auto....and guess what on our way back this auto breaks down at the exact same location where the car had broken down earlier in the day. I knew it was coming when I recognized the steep incline despite the darkness as THE SPOT. But fortunately after a hundred attempts by the poor rickshaw guy, the engine started whirring and took us to our destination. I was happy thinking finally the day has ended, without the slightest idea of what was in store. Like the 20 minute walk to the residential block like a donkey laden with goods wasn’t enough, our room was on the third floor. I made a promise to myself to travel light forever and ever. even if it means wearing the same clothes on the second day. And on reaching there with a “Phew”, we see the door is locked. My friend tells me “Whoever leaves last, has exclusive ownership of the room” Thankfully the building had a terrace (any terrace just enchants me....probably because none of the houses that I’ve lived in ever had one) So after gazing at the stars and the adjoining super luxurious Hiranandani apartments, the mosquitoes announced that it was time to get indoors.
Into the room, but no place to sleep. I had just had enough. Rushed to the neighbouring room, picked up an abandoned mattress. Up it went on my shoulders and into the other room. I attempted to write a few lines in my book, but the dim lit room and mosquitoes, and the thought of being late again made me shut my eyes.....and off I went into a deep slumber.
By the way, the conference was supposed to commence from 9:30 am, which it did; I was told later. After a sumptuous breakfast and a shower at a friend’s place a look at the watch told me “You are 2 hours late”
Anyway I thought now that we have the friend’s car, we’ll be there shortly. But no.....the car had to break down when we were almost there at IIT. Sincere attempts by “Driver bhai” (that’s what my friend calls him) didn’t impress the Indica V2, and finally we had to take an auto for the remaining journey.
On reaching the conference, I realised it was lunch time.......like it was very difficult to guess. Anyway, I went to collect my conference kit......”Oh we are so sorry, we’ll let you know by evening” “For now we can only give you the ID card”......late late late very late
The remaining session was done and it was time to head to another friend’s house for an evening snacks thing. The mode of conveyance.....auto....and guess what on our way back this auto breaks down at the exact same location where the car had broken down earlier in the day. I knew it was coming when I recognized the steep incline despite the darkness as THE SPOT. But fortunately after a hundred attempts by the poor rickshaw guy, the engine started whirring and took us to our destination. I was happy thinking finally the day has ended, without the slightest idea of what was in store. Like the 20 minute walk to the residential block like a donkey laden with goods wasn’t enough, our room was on the third floor. I made a promise to myself to travel light forever and ever. even if it means wearing the same clothes on the second day. And on reaching there with a “Phew”, we see the door is locked. My friend tells me “Whoever leaves last, has exclusive ownership of the room” Thankfully the building had a terrace (any terrace just enchants me....probably because none of the houses that I’ve lived in ever had one) So after gazing at the stars and the adjoining super luxurious Hiranandani apartments, the mosquitoes announced that it was time to get indoors.
Into the room, but no place to sleep. I had just had enough. Rushed to the neighbouring room, picked up an abandoned mattress. Up it went on my shoulders and into the other room. I attempted to write a few lines in my book, but the dim lit room and mosquitoes, and the thought of being late again made me shut my eyes.....and off I went into a deep slumber.
CONNECT
I guess, it is like that feeling of knowing that “This is the person with whom I want to spend the rest of my life” The only difference here being, it keeps happening to me again and again, and as much as I wish that it would be for a girl; sadly it isn’t. In my case it’s Bombay. But the way certain people are fond of it and describe it is certainly not how I like it. That’s one of the reasons why I don’t publicly support the “I love Mumbai” bandwagon. I like it differently. The silent admirer. So here I am today, confessing my love.
There is something about this city that makes me fall for it, every single time I make a visit here, and believe me, every visit to this awesome place on earth has opened a new door for me out of nowhere. That is why I call this post “connect”
Though I’ve never lived in Mumbai, I just admire it in my own idiotic way which is probably why I never agree with the die-hard fans and people who have grown up here. A few significant things decisions and events in my life have had a strange connection with this place. Like the first toy I remember having played with, was from Mumbai. The first time I saw the sea....the first time I saw an aeroplane....my first journey alone in a train......the first time I got lost in a street.....the fist time I saw a couple kissing off-screen...... :)....and it's probably the first time I've felt something missing within me.....
Other things like......it is here in Mumbai, after a casual visit to JJ College Of Architecture, I decided I wanted to do it (I had no idea what it was called) and here. But it wasn’t to be, wasn’t to be in Mumbai I mean. Training during architecture “HAD” to be in Mumbai. It was all set, but again....it wasn’t to be.
After a year of working in Pune I said enough and was all set “filmi” style to pack my bags and head towards Mumbai to find my destiny there. I did that....but only managed to give the entrance exams for IDC and NID. I was keen on IDC. And in fact I made a small prayer on the Sardar bridge over Sabarmati river the day my interview was done “Please don’t get me into NID”. But again...........
And now I’m here sitting in this dingy IIT faculty quraters, dimly lit with a 60W yellow bulb, tons of winged creatures and a guy from Lebanon staring at me from across the beds laid out in the living room, thinking what I am scribbling. Can’t think of making a conversation with him; looks scary, more so coz he’s built like an ox. They are three actually, and my friend calls them “The three avtaars of Jesus Christ” coz they all look the same, with long hair beard and the tall well built look.
Coming back to Mumbai......if there’s one thing I envy is the pulse. I can just feel it everytime I’m here. It’s like being suddenly thrown into a faster water current after paddling for hours in still river water (sabarmati....hehe)
The pulse and the feel is so strong that it puts me into the “GO-OUT-THERE-AND-DO-SOMETHING” mode instantly. Though Mumbai and almost every aspect of it is Bollywood driven (including the people here) it gives a chance to every other person that steps into the city.....(that line itself is so Bollywood....hahaha)
Ok looks like it’s rubbed on to me as well......well then.....the opening lines of “Satya” say.........."Mumbai.....ek aisa shehar jise neend nahi aati.....jo jaagte hue bhi sapne dekhta hai”
I guess this line sums it up and makes me get back to it again and again and again.
9th February 1:00 A.M IIT Powai
There is something about this city that makes me fall for it, every single time I make a visit here, and believe me, every visit to this awesome place on earth has opened a new door for me out of nowhere. That is why I call this post “connect”
Though I’ve never lived in Mumbai, I just admire it in my own idiotic way which is probably why I never agree with the die-hard fans and people who have grown up here. A few significant things decisions and events in my life have had a strange connection with this place. Like the first toy I remember having played with, was from Mumbai. The first time I saw the sea....the first time I saw an aeroplane....my first journey alone in a train......the first time I got lost in a street.....the fist time I saw a couple kissing off-screen...... :)....and it's probably the first time I've felt something missing within me.....
Other things like......it is here in Mumbai, after a casual visit to JJ College Of Architecture, I decided I wanted to do it (I had no idea what it was called) and here. But it wasn’t to be, wasn’t to be in Mumbai I mean. Training during architecture “HAD” to be in Mumbai. It was all set, but again....it wasn’t to be.
After a year of working in Pune I said enough and was all set “filmi” style to pack my bags and head towards Mumbai to find my destiny there. I did that....but only managed to give the entrance exams for IDC and NID. I was keen on IDC. And in fact I made a small prayer on the Sardar bridge over Sabarmati river the day my interview was done “Please don’t get me into NID”. But again...........
And now I’m here sitting in this dingy IIT faculty quraters, dimly lit with a 60W yellow bulb, tons of winged creatures and a guy from Lebanon staring at me from across the beds laid out in the living room, thinking what I am scribbling. Can’t think of making a conversation with him; looks scary, more so coz he’s built like an ox. They are three actually, and my friend calls them “The three avtaars of Jesus Christ” coz they all look the same, with long hair beard and the tall well built look.
Coming back to Mumbai......if there’s one thing I envy is the pulse. I can just feel it everytime I’m here. It’s like being suddenly thrown into a faster water current after paddling for hours in still river water (sabarmati....hehe)
The pulse and the feel is so strong that it puts me into the “GO-OUT-THERE-AND-DO-SOMETHING” mode instantly. Though Mumbai and almost every aspect of it is Bollywood driven (including the people here) it gives a chance to every other person that steps into the city.....(that line itself is so Bollywood....hahaha)
Ok looks like it’s rubbed on to me as well......well then.....the opening lines of “Satya” say.........."Mumbai.....ek aisa shehar jise neend nahi aati.....jo jaagte hue bhi sapne dekhta hai”
I guess this line sums it up and makes me get back to it again and again and again.
9th February 1:00 A.M IIT Powai
Friday, January 26, 2007
Burrow friend
Here's another story from the life and times of a little boy with a restless mind. This is from the phase where I had found an awesome friend in a red rubber cricket ball.
It costed Rs.4/- and was usually bought after a lot of pestering and promises that this time I wouldn't lose it. I loved the design on the ball which had markings that vaguely reminded me of the seam on a real cricket ball. It was enough to make me imitate seam positions with my little fingers and sometimes even rub it on my pants just to feel "even I'm in the league"
With not many kids in the neighbourhood and my two sisters hardly bothered about cricket, I used to have a tough time motivating myself to get to play cricket or any other ball game. So it usually used to be one department a day...say bowling, batting (hang ball) or catching (rebounds from the uneven, stone compound wall) It would begin with religiously watering a stretch of the ground that I had demarcated as a pitch. Then rolling it, yeah rolling it by riding my bicycle on it several times. No half measures here. For the pitch to be ready at the right time of the day, I had to start early in the afternoon, and that meant completing home work as soon as I finished lunch. So home work was just another thing on the way. Ok the pitch is ready. Now the stumps go in place, the ones cut and sawn from trees around the neighbourhood.
Six of them.... I had to be professional!!!
Then the unending process of marking the run up and bowling innumerable deliveries to an invisible batsman at the other end would begin. Thank God there was a compound wall at the other end which helped in stopping the ball. The thrill was in getting that perfect line and yet not hitting the stumps.
Then there would be comments to oneself on how the batsman should be made to play and quotes from the commentators on TV. Towards the end of the day at twilight, I would give up and then go for the kill. Would love the sight of the stumps going cart wheeling. Bails used to be very interesting. A thread wound around a small bamboo piece to get just the right extrusion.
Something made me realize that I wasn't alone in all this.
Like there were times when I would hit the ball around in the space outside our house. There used to be these burrows dug by rodents that I had only heard about from my parents. The ball would find it hard to avoid these holes......there were too many. Once it was in there, I would speculate and see if no one is around. Then ever so carefully, slide my hand deep into the burrow, as far as I could go and try to feel the ball with a hope of retrieving it back. It was sometimes possible only when I would take off as soon as the ball reached the hole and instantly put my hand in.Then there was once this horror moment when I felt something in the hole that was moving. Horrified, I thought I wouldn't attempt it again but every time the thought of spending the day without playing would
depress me so much that I would eventually end up taking the risk.
There was something very interesting and weird about these burrows. They were interconnected. I realised it very late. It so happened once that I was playing and the ball headed to its usual destination. The only difference being this time my parents were around. I rushed towards the zone....and as was my practice, bent down at the hole. My parents warned me to stay away. Disappointed I gave up and resigned myself to not play for a few days now. Spent the whole night thinking about my friend and what would I do the next day.
Morning came, and I was ready to leave for school. Around 7:30, when I went outside in the garden, I was overjoyed. Almost magically the ball had appeared at the entrance of the burrow. Wondering how it all had happened I was off to school. On returning back I couldn't resist asking my mom about it. She said, "Maybe it was the rodent inside that pushed the ball outside, so that you could play" I was convinced. Then one night I saw this huge thing moving about in the garden along the wall. Called my dad and showed it to him. It's the same burrowing creature that has created all those holes, he said. I looked at it closely and thought it was "cute"and smiled....coz at the back of my mind, I knew, the next time my cricket ball would be inside the burrow, it is he, who would give it back to me. Another friend to the list.
It costed Rs.4/- and was usually bought after a lot of pestering and promises that this time I wouldn't lose it. I loved the design on the ball which had markings that vaguely reminded me of the seam on a real cricket ball. It was enough to make me imitate seam positions with my little fingers and sometimes even rub it on my pants just to feel "even I'm in the league"
With not many kids in the neighbourhood and my two sisters hardly bothered about cricket, I used to have a tough time motivating myself to get to play cricket or any other ball game. So it usually used to be one department a day...say bowling, batting (hang ball) or catching (rebounds from the uneven, stone compound wall) It would begin with religiously watering a stretch of the ground that I had demarcated as a pitch. Then rolling it, yeah rolling it by riding my bicycle on it several times. No half measures here. For the pitch to be ready at the right time of the day, I had to start early in the afternoon, and that meant completing home work as soon as I finished lunch. So home work was just another thing on the way. Ok the pitch is ready. Now the stumps go in place, the ones cut and sawn from trees around the neighbourhood.
Six of them.... I had to be professional!!!
Then the unending process of marking the run up and bowling innumerable deliveries to an invisible batsman at the other end would begin. Thank God there was a compound wall at the other end which helped in stopping the ball. The thrill was in getting that perfect line and yet not hitting the stumps.
Then there would be comments to oneself on how the batsman should be made to play and quotes from the commentators on TV. Towards the end of the day at twilight, I would give up and then go for the kill. Would love the sight of the stumps going cart wheeling. Bails used to be very interesting. A thread wound around a small bamboo piece to get just the right extrusion.
Something made me realize that I wasn't alone in all this.
Like there were times when I would hit the ball around in the space outside our house. There used to be these burrows dug by rodents that I had only heard about from my parents. The ball would find it hard to avoid these holes......there were too many. Once it was in there, I would speculate and see if no one is around. Then ever so carefully, slide my hand deep into the burrow, as far as I could go and try to feel the ball with a hope of retrieving it back. It was sometimes possible only when I would take off as soon as the ball reached the hole and instantly put my hand in.Then there was once this horror moment when I felt something in the hole that was moving. Horrified, I thought I wouldn't attempt it again but every time the thought of spending the day without playing would
depress me so much that I would eventually end up taking the risk.
There was something very interesting and weird about these burrows. They were interconnected. I realised it very late. It so happened once that I was playing and the ball headed to its usual destination. The only difference being this time my parents were around. I rushed towards the zone....and as was my practice, bent down at the hole. My parents warned me to stay away. Disappointed I gave up and resigned myself to not play for a few days now. Spent the whole night thinking about my friend and what would I do the next day.
Morning came, and I was ready to leave for school. Around 7:30, when I went outside in the garden, I was overjoyed. Almost magically the ball had appeared at the entrance of the burrow. Wondering how it all had happened I was off to school. On returning back I couldn't resist asking my mom about it. She said, "Maybe it was the rodent inside that pushed the ball outside, so that you could play" I was convinced. Then one night I saw this huge thing moving about in the garden along the wall. Called my dad and showed it to him. It's the same burrowing creature that has created all those holes, he said. I looked at it closely and thought it was "cute"and smiled....coz at the back of my mind, I knew, the next time my cricket ball would be inside the burrow, it is he, who would give it back to me. Another friend to the list.
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
UP @ 8
It was today that I was up at 8,
Though it's not that I like getting up late
Breakfast is something that I hardly hate,
But it's only been 5 times this semester that I ate
Off I rushed to meet Tarun and he made me wait
Sat outside his cabin thinking about my state.
The day grew longer and evening felt great,
I realized the world was so different beyond the main gate.
Enough of this rhyme it's just not happening mate
Poetry is something that's not on my plate
Though it's not that I like getting up late
Breakfast is something that I hardly hate,
But it's only been 5 times this semester that I ate
Off I rushed to meet Tarun and he made me wait
Sat outside his cabin thinking about my state.
The day grew longer and evening felt great,
I realized the world was so different beyond the main gate.
Enough of this rhyme it's just not happening mate
Poetry is something that's not on my plate
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
The List
Another first to the list.
Had made a list before leaving home for this semester.
Though this one didn't figure in it, I would nevertheless add it now.
A moonrise over a river........at 11:00 yesterday night from the hostel terrace.The wish list isn't extravagant and a long term one coz I don't think one should plan too much. Hope I keep adding to the list...
Had made a list before leaving home for this semester.
Though this one didn't figure in it, I would nevertheless add it now.
A moonrise over a river........at 11:00 yesterday night from the hostel terrace.The wish list isn't extravagant and a long term one coz I don't think one should plan too much. Hope I keep adding to the list...
Is it that difficult?
What is it that is so difficult to understand.....??
I don't understand why people need to be told that they are being a nuisance to their fellow men.Yeah like a simple thing of shutting up one's mouth when in a public library which is meant for silence and some serious work. Had wanted to write about this since quite some time now but it had to be today. I was peacefully reading (well even if I wasn't) until the so called "sensitive designers" came in and what transpired then on was sheer disregard and inconsiderate behaviour.
My humble requests for maintaining silence kind of fell on deaf ears with loud mouths. Well a whisper there or a few odd words here and there are certainly okay but sometimes it becomes disrespect to the person sitting across you or in the room. I did not want to get up and change my place for the simple reason that I had come first and was peacefully reading and just about starting to settle in. Why should I, inspite of being on the right side act like an escapist?
There are specific places one goes to, anticipating silence and the possiblity of concentrating, not to hear what is wrong with the other person's dress or which faculty should be treated how.
There are specific places for discussing that too....the world is not inconsiderate towards the inconsiderate
There are a number of things....(though they may appear disconnected)....like:
1. Moving away from the person sitting or standing next to you when you receive a call on your cellphone. Why on earth would I want to hear how annoyed are you with your boyfriend, or what is the latest piece of clothing that you want him to buy for you.
2. Why should a person remind someone about the money he had lent?
3. How much does it take to move your butt and throw your plastic glass in the dustbin. In a mess party everyone is ready to shake theirs....huh!!
4. Acknowledging the fact that every city is different and has its own plusses and drawbacks and that's what makes it unique.
5. That every faculty member doesn't have to spoon feed you. You are 23 years old.
6. That recognition doesn't essentially mean good work.
7. That asking a person to change is disrespect to him/her.
8. That it if the person isn't responding to your remarks, means he's enjoying it.
9. Abusive language is the only valid form of showing anger.
10. That it is okay if you are alone for sometime.
.........and a lot of other things
Strange how people forget things taught during their upbringing so coveniently and remember everything when it is time to teach the same things to their kids.
Is it really that difficult?
I don't understand why people need to be told that they are being a nuisance to their fellow men.Yeah like a simple thing of shutting up one's mouth when in a public library which is meant for silence and some serious work. Had wanted to write about this since quite some time now but it had to be today. I was peacefully reading (well even if I wasn't) until the so called "sensitive designers" came in and what transpired then on was sheer disregard and inconsiderate behaviour.
My humble requests for maintaining silence kind of fell on deaf ears with loud mouths. Well a whisper there or a few odd words here and there are certainly okay but sometimes it becomes disrespect to the person sitting across you or in the room. I did not want to get up and change my place for the simple reason that I had come first and was peacefully reading and just about starting to settle in. Why should I, inspite of being on the right side act like an escapist?
There are specific places one goes to, anticipating silence and the possiblity of concentrating, not to hear what is wrong with the other person's dress or which faculty should be treated how.
There are specific places for discussing that too....the world is not inconsiderate towards the inconsiderate
There are a number of things....(though they may appear disconnected)....like:
1. Moving away from the person sitting or standing next to you when you receive a call on your cellphone. Why on earth would I want to hear how annoyed are you with your boyfriend, or what is the latest piece of clothing that you want him to buy for you.
2. Why should a person remind someone about the money he had lent?
3. How much does it take to move your butt and throw your plastic glass in the dustbin. In a mess party everyone is ready to shake theirs....huh!!
4. Acknowledging the fact that every city is different and has its own plusses and drawbacks and that's what makes it unique.
5. That every faculty member doesn't have to spoon feed you. You are 23 years old.
6. That recognition doesn't essentially mean good work.
7. That asking a person to change is disrespect to him/her.
8. That it if the person isn't responding to your remarks, means he's enjoying it.
9. Abusive language is the only valid form of showing anger.
10. That it is okay if you are alone for sometime.
.........and a lot of other things
Strange how people forget things taught during their upbringing so coveniently and remember everything when it is time to teach the same things to their kids.
Is it really that difficult?
Thursday, December 21, 2006
Hahaha
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
some nice sleep; has been extended till the 31st of December......... :)
So much for being a sincere and punctual kid
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)
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