Mundanities:
The internship has provided a new perspective to architectural perception.
First week of school makes addressing the evolution of a hypothesis to take an ethical stand indispensible as we grow to become 'Architects'.
Rain brings with it paralyzing humidity. Listless mind, body, soul. Extensive site visits around Bombay ascertain its faceted personality, layered, stripped, coded, perpetually unearthed.
The holiday brought with it unbelievably beautiful moments.
Conflict lies safely within.
Read: From Bahaus to our house.
Midnight's Children.
Listen: Your rocky spine
-The great lake swimmers
PS:
You're in my mind all of the time
I know that's not enough
If the sky can crack there must be someway back
For love and only love
Electrical Storm
Friday, June 17, 2011
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Musings
I
It is quite often that I find myself feeling like an after party floor, sticky and untreadable. At the end of every birthday party, like return gifts are a tradition, the floor, unfailingly will be sticky, like something that's gone bad of being over-used.
So the post-party sticky floor syndrome is to feel untreadable, umm unwanted probably but in a sticky sort of way. Like something that you don’t want but which will get stickier proportionately to the amount of not-wanting.
II
It’s probably weird to live as a piece of something else. Imagine being a broken piece of mirror. Its identity will always be associated with the whole although it is decisively broken and lives independently. Therefore it lives shadowed in the perception of the whole and identity remains associative, unestablished.
Pieces always feel the pain of the whole. Jagged edges are always virtues of broken parts, the greater puzzle of which the part is, will always ignore the blemish.
III
Living happens inside and outside your head. Life is lived in aspiration. To wait for things to become better. To want to be elsewhere, all the time. In another space, inside one's head. Sometimes in the need to be in another person's story space. To be relevant in alternate spaces. Today will always be lived as tomorrow’s past I read somewhere.
PS: Try looking at yourself in the reflection of a mirror, looking elsewhere and not into your own eyes, it’s like observing another person. I wonder how movie stars watch themselves as somebody else.
Conversely, if some looks into your eyes, you stop observing them. The equation definitively changes, to what, I can’t seem to articulate. Food for thought? Comments will be appreciated :)
It is quite often that I find myself feeling like an after party floor, sticky and untreadable. At the end of every birthday party, like return gifts are a tradition, the floor, unfailingly will be sticky, like something that's gone bad of being over-used.
So the post-party sticky floor syndrome is to feel untreadable, umm unwanted probably but in a sticky sort of way. Like something that you don’t want but which will get stickier proportionately to the amount of not-wanting.
II
It’s probably weird to live as a piece of something else. Imagine being a broken piece of mirror. Its identity will always be associated with the whole although it is decisively broken and lives independently. Therefore it lives shadowed in the perception of the whole and identity remains associative, unestablished.
Pieces always feel the pain of the whole. Jagged edges are always virtues of broken parts, the greater puzzle of which the part is, will always ignore the blemish.
III
Living happens inside and outside your head. Life is lived in aspiration. To wait for things to become better. To want to be elsewhere, all the time. In another space, inside one's head. Sometimes in the need to be in another person's story space. To be relevant in alternate spaces. Today will always be lived as tomorrow’s past I read somewhere.
PS: Try looking at yourself in the reflection of a mirror, looking elsewhere and not into your own eyes, it’s like observing another person. I wonder how movie stars watch themselves as somebody else.
Conversely, if some looks into your eyes, you stop observing them. The equation definitively changes, to what, I can’t seem to articulate. Food for thought? Comments will be appreciated :)
Saturday, January 1, 2011
New Year Wishlist?
Welcome 2011
The New Year as it seems will hopefully see some progress in the life of many.
I will clear third year architecture.
I will teach at Make A Difference again.
I will do something for mental and physical fitness!
I will give up non-vegetarian food for good.
I will not be scared of accepting how I feel.
I will blog more.
I will post what I write more.
I will think more, constructively.
I will learn music sincerely.
I.will.do
The New Year as it seems will hopefully see some progress in the life of many.
I will clear third year architecture.
I will teach at Make A Difference again.
I will do something for mental and physical fitness!
I will give up non-vegetarian food for good.
I will not be scared of accepting how I feel.
I will blog more.
I will post what I write more.
I will think more, constructively.
I will learn music sincerely.
I.will.do
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Exodus
Well no, not exactly.
But of course.
How can you tell?
Its in what you say.
But i've only been looking.
Objects have names and names become objects.
People are repeats, better versions of each other.
Lives are lived parallel, orthogonal, intersecting, bisecting, trisecting.
Destinies are a sorry geometry.
Liberation is lonely.
@ Music: SOS
Goodbye 2010
PS: (Read) Invisible Cities
(Listen)A Sort Of Homecoming
But of course.
How can you tell?
Its in what you say.
But i've only been looking.
Objects have names and names become objects.
People are repeats, better versions of each other.
Lives are lived parallel, orthogonal, intersecting, bisecting, trisecting.
Destinies are a sorry geometry.
Liberation is lonely.
@ Music: SOS
Goodbye 2010
PS: (Read) Invisible Cities
(Listen)A Sort Of Homecoming
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Dystopia Utopique
Today's the day when you know exactly who you are, exactly who is important, exactly where you're going, exactly what you want. Its sublime, equilibrium has been attained.
Then you forget how to go the toilet, forget what to say to anyone, forget why you go about things the way you do, then the flux, then the change, disillusionment. Now there's a semblance of the before like it was a dream away.
Civilization is like a crying child who doesn't know if its hungry, sleepy or plain cranky.
Saturday, June 19, 2010
The Time Machine
All the love in her life had ended in different proximities. In a frenzied moment she was in X's building, Y's bed, Z's arms and A's head. The past faded into yellow-orange-red-maroon, all at once.
Monday, June 7, 2010
Dormant/Release
And its raining now!!
Finally the skies have given up and unleashed in full glory our beloved monsoon rain. The earth is cooling off and the encounter with each drop is nothing less than violent. These two elements bonded to each other since eternity meet in great grandeur from the months of separation. They are like lovers scorned and re-united by resistance, the reaction as precedented is epic. They have reconciled and the Earth manifests in their fertile union.
I love the rains, they have an innate quality of being so endearing that you can spend lifetimes looking far into sheets of their downfall. They particularly love the attention as well, finding every opportunity to shower their love on you. Moreover its the season of my favorite song!
And no matter how cliche this sounds, snuggling into a comforter with a cup of coffee and the vast volume of rain in the distance makes me feel extremely content and safe. Of course, listening to Jack Johnson only heightens the joy of monsoon :)
Finally the skies have given up and unleashed in full glory our beloved monsoon rain. The earth is cooling off and the encounter with each drop is nothing less than violent. These two elements bonded to each other since eternity meet in great grandeur from the months of separation. They are like lovers scorned and re-united by resistance, the reaction as precedented is epic. They have reconciled and the Earth manifests in their fertile union.
I love the rains, they have an innate quality of being so endearing that you can spend lifetimes looking far into sheets of their downfall. They particularly love the attention as well, finding every opportunity to shower their love on you. Moreover its the season of my favorite song!
And no matter how cliche this sounds, snuggling into a comforter with a cup of coffee and the vast volume of rain in the distance makes me feel extremely content and safe. Of course, listening to Jack Johnson only heightens the joy of monsoon :)
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