The Glimpse of a Dreaming Eye

I take yet another exit on the highway,
speeding along to find my dream,
jumping over hurdles, avoiding collisions
hiding from the thunderstorms, simply trying.
And in that raindrop I see the glimpse of my dreaming eye.

Tailing that convertible, overtaking the dirty truck,
racing agaisnt time, I reach out for the horizon,
feet struggling to touch the ground, simply trying
and in that rearview mirror I see the glimpse of my dreaming eye.

Fleeting thoughts, ideas that work,
Last night I dreamt again, now dragging myself awake
splashing my face with fresh morning water
I catch a glimpse of my dreaming eye.

The Balancing Act_ Design and Green

My thesis topic calls for atleast one unofficial write-up, so here I go.
The act of researching a topic for research led me to no place else but home, where my heart belongs. Whatever I may do or whereever I may travel, this is one place which always pulls me back, so the inevitable case of taking a thesis topic back home. And when all the developed countries are facing a critical energy and environment crisis, where does home stand. An easy question even by a layman. They are the ones who face power cuts, polluted roads, water, air practically a life amidst pollution and ofcourse everlasting shortage of resources.
So is this country not the one which should be leading the race of becoming evolved and developed in a green way ( is there a green way? ) . But that is all together a different topic which need write up.
What I am struggling with here is to evolve a design, using minimum materials and resources and that too from a limited set to select from. Would this constraint be an example of avante garde or a mistake with which my m.arch thesis be stamped for life. I m sitting here with a sketchbook ( made of re-cycled paper) n some markers ( non eco-friendly) to design the master piece. I hope it is a master piece in the making, but I am being bogged down by these climate responsive, eco-friendly basically green 'in-fashion' words. how to evolve a design through nature, using natural materials...I tried to study this even as an undergrad...BUT the only materials I can feel the texture off are steel, glass, those minimalist designs created by the late modernists architects, how to obtain those clean cuts, the slender lines of building profiles using earthly, minimum processed materials ?
Does designing green ever do justice to the contemporary styles or modernist styles of architecture that we know....and what we are talking here is only one minute aspect of designing green...

The best time to procrastinate is "NOW"

8 things and more

Arcane tagged my blog, so I decided to write it too , and I write because I think it would be nice to write about all this....

Eight things I am passionate about: ( not in order as they appear though)

1.) Design

2.) Talking on phone with frnds and family

3.) Green Living

4.) chatting

5.) tea

6) writing

7) sports

8) cooking



Eight things I want to do before I die:



1) Be a guitarist for a heavy metal band

2) Dance for a dance troupe

3) Try my hands at bartending

4) Make a green living community

5) go on a world trip with family and frnds

6) go camping in australia

7) be a millionaire

8) try achieving at least one of the above



Eight things I say often:

1) OMG, r u kidding

2) wassup

3) ya sure

4) please :)

5) awesome

6) hum nahin hain ( not tat often now, but i just love saying this )

7) i just love you

8) pshhk ( a strange sound that i make )



Eight books I've read recently:

1) John Grisham - the firm

2) John Grisham - The last Juror

3) Dwell

4) On Beauty and Being Just

5) Sudoku ( ok I have not been reading much apart from coursework lately , but this is something i do so regularly)

6) Catch - 22





Eight things that attract me to my best friends:

1) Unconditional Support and availability at all times

2) craziness

3) The weird connection that I establish with them

4) Sense of Humor ( read PJ)

5) their love on talking on the phone

6) Taste of Music

7) Travelling

8) Shopping



Ok so I have to pass this tag as well, Can I pass it back ?

Some days are dry, some days are leaky
Some days come clean, other days are sneaky
Some days take less, but most days take more
Some slip through your fingers and onto the floor
Some days you're quick, but most days you're speedy
Some days you use more force than is necessary
Some days just drop in on us Some days are better than others
Some days it all adds up And what you got is not enough
Some days are better than others

Some days are slippy, other days sloppy
Some days you can't stand the sight of a puppy
Your skin is white but you think you're a brother
Some days are better than others

Some days you wake up with her complaining
Some sunny days you wish it was raining
Some days are sulky, some days have a grin
And some days have bouncers and won't let you in
Some days you hear a voice Taking you to another place
Some days are better than others

Some days are honest, some days are not
Some days you're thankful for what you've got
Some days you wake up in the army
And some days it's the enemy
Some days are work, most days you're lazy
Some days you feel like a bit of a baby Lookin' for Jesus and His mother
Some days are better than others

Some days you feel ahead You're making sense of what she said
Some days are better than others
Some days you hear a voice Taking you to another place
Some days are better than others

Life is very precious and short so enjoy every moment of the sunshine rather than worrying about the darkness that will follow. and even when darks arrives foresee the sun that will follow, you never know it maybe brighter.

For the love of DESIGN

I love designing, designing is a passion, a love which grows stronger by the day and more beautiful everytime. I may not be the best designer on the block but who gives a damn till I love what I am doing.
I have dabbled in all sorts of design activities, from virtually creating buildings to rendering t-shirts and one thing that holds everything together is the freedom of creativity that a design profession offers. I can put forward what I love and believe in and may get lucky enough to make the crowd agree with me as well.
Isnt this what we look for in anything we do, to be able create and see what we desire....maybe this might change gradually as I get into a more commercialized zone, but that too has charms of its own....to be the one giving form to the ideas of others is thrilling initself. oh how i love the idea itself.

Khalbali hai Khalbali....

The only words I can think of when I ponder on my present state....there is so much to be discovered and settled....so much to take care of in life before i can rest....thesis, job, settling, higher studies(read Ivy League)...bascially taking hold of life....which at the moment is nothing that can be defined in words....ziddi hai yeh tufan, aur ziddi hum bhi yahan....nah i m not a poet...line from the famous song....but thats typically what I can relate to these days.

Happy New Year 2008 :)

So prats, Nalin and myslef were out on the chilly winter night....welcoming New Year, it was an eventful day, with train delays, losing the way inspite of having GPS ( IT hazards I guess), an hour long Q for nature's call ;), but all in all we managed to stay warm and welcome 2008 on the streets of Boston with a beautiful firework display....it was a fun experience....I am attaching pics here, though they are already there on orkut, but this blog deserves some color...after all it is HAPPY NEW YEAR 2008 :)....WHAT IS SO HAPPY OR NEW ABOUT IT ONLY TIME SHALL TELL....

The more I stress the better I get

The more I stress the better I get
everytime my steps fail to go on further
the heart pushes them forward, hoping for a better me, a better result.

In pursuit of perfection I often feel lost,
yet I find my way to satisfaction, an unending search for perfection.
The brain stops responding at times, but my heart is always with me, urging me to go on
to stress so that better I can get.

Time and again I have proved myself wrong,
when my body has collapsed, the heart has carried on,
a hope that has lingered all along,
and then more I stress so that better I can get.

I am trying to finish some of the last assignments I have for this semester, but the thought of freedom for 2 months, end sem blast tomorrow at my house and many other such random blissful thoughts are preventing me in doing so. So here I get down again to my basic instinct of writing whenever I feel restive.
I can go on and on forever on any subject under the sun, but when I sit and think that I should write something meaningful, a total loss of ideas strike me. Its like a dry air spell over an already parched earth...I dont have those writer genes in me...Oh dad why are you not a writer, it would have been real nice to see those genes in me...
Aha another point to elaborate on..Dad...I love u so much...but I may never be able to match upto what u are...the total saint in this world...but I am trying...real hard I promise...
I am good at multi-tasking I think...I can manage to do all the crap at once apart from acads, too good man...I am improving....
neways a lot of my usual bakwas I would love to write here, but the very few visitors I have to my blog would stop coming then I guess...so I should just shut-up and go study...

Time for a new Blog account

Cellphone addicts, dancing freaks, shopholics, party nuts and having the capacity to give fundas about any crap on this earth - these are the traits that make us all stay together....this is the bunch of crazy IITians I grew up with, not literally though, but grew up to be what I am today, what I aspire to be tomorrow.
Shruti ( my partner in almost all crimes - physically and virtually ;) )and I have been discussing for long to start a blog for this packet of ours full of madness, where we could spill out all beans, continue the non-stop bitching (about anyone we can think of) , discuss the latest hot dude around, or plans of eloping, styles of fagging, or the latest Daru we tried, or buying the tiniest of skirt we can get our hands on....this blog is going to be all about the madness that our group shares, about the secret recipes of fun, about dreams acheived or shattered, about pranks we want to play, and about basically any thing we want to discuss....there will be no stopping us or time conflicts to talk the cell or whatever other obstacle there can be ...
Before setting up that new blog I wanted to pen this down here, because it seems there will be history in the making for this new blog...in all senses you can think off ;) ....

On a chilly winter morning

Touched by the misty air

I warm up by the sun rays
wondering at the beauty of it all.

the mind , body and the soul

How often do we ask the question - what is greater mind , body or the soul?
often we get to read in philosophies, life stories that mind and soul are greater.
Now I ask what is more important - mind, body or soul?
I am so lost at this question, I wish soul was the answer, because I believe soul continues to live on, even when the body goes waste, the mind stops to function.
But as humans do we really believe that soul is the most important ? I seriously doubt that. How often do we find ourselves crying when the soul of our beloved departs from the body, or the mind ceases to function. We yearn for the body to respond to us, to be a part of the space that surrounds us. To objectify and familiarize the space around us we need bodies not just mere souls.
Why is it difficult to come to terms with the fact that body has played its role when the soul leaves it? Do you not have questions like this?
Not that I constantly think about this, but sudden events in life force you to think about these question which probably have no right answers. For me body becomes the most important, because if soul is not inside that body how will I react to it, how will I know it exists...
Questions , questions and more questions, does the mind not get tired asking all these questions...what is it with mind that it keeps working the way it does, or suddenyl stops working, what is the essence of our being?

Summer is here

There is lull on the campus, a certain quietness that touches the heart.
Every step I take has a bounce, a wish to get lighter as it starts.
As the cool breeze caresses the touch of the sun, the mind becomes fleeter than the wind.
I wander far away amongst the clouds, under the water , through the sands, thankful for the beauty of all.
The summer is here and I am in love again.

if you dont find courage, courage will find you

if you dont find courage, courage will find you. What a beautiful way to put up your brave front. I just read this line on a friend's status message and fell in love with it instantly.
Some events make it impossible for you to behave normally, you just want to break down and cry, still you put up a brave face, consoling others and being their strength, this is when courage finds you. :)

The world is so obvious

I am unknown

I revel in my own world,
Surrounded by the heights of my dreams,
Washed by the light that filters through
The ever-expanding horizon of my hopes,
Yet to me I am unknown.

I dance by the music of challenge,
Laid deep in the journey of life.
I turn-around and walk back,
To gather what I left.
Yet to me I am unknown.

I whisper courage in my ears,
Coming straight from my heart.
I take a deep breathe and tell myself,
That I have it in me to go on.
Yet to me I am unknown.

Basic Instinct

Breathe n u intake the alcohol smell in, move n u step on someone's foot, talk n ur friend cant listen to what u r saying, this is just another friday nite, just another bus after 10 n just another country - US. Who says you miss the Indian bus crowd, the rush n fight for getting on the bus, the manic crowd in the bus, if u ever do just come visit me in Amherst - a small university town near Boston which overflows with life on a friday nite. It is as if it takes birth every friday nite n dies a slow death on sunday morning. The cycle goes on week after week. This is it. The two days of life in Amherst.

New York drives me crazy

Call it a wide-eyed dream of girl from a small city( a city so small, yet the whole world knows about it, no prizes for guessing.) or just call it mere madness, but I am in love with New York, it just drives me carzy. The rush, the crowd, the urban sprawl, the honking cars, the dingy subways, the flashy Times Square, the bustling Broadway, romantic Brooklyn bridge, I am in love with all of this - this place is so full of LIFE.

I am wondering what was I doing in US, and what the hell am I doing now, just being another student in just another university. I would rather kill to be another face on the New York street , than die being a student in this so quiet and peace loving place. Sometime Amherst is so quiet, you could say its haunted.

Going to New York brought back life into me, and its pulling me back like a magnet, I want to be there, live life of a New Yorker. I am tired of being quite, into studies, struggling to achieve what I aspire for, just want a break, a break away from all this and into the heaven that people call hell. I wish someone would bring that break into my life, oh how I wish :)