war !

Tonight the electric power to the area was cut. It felt like the city was under siege. The buildings in the vicinity were covered in darkness, for the first time in the last ten days, all colour had abandoned them. Some roof tops were active with rockets being launched into the air periodically. Some, resembled flares going up and one falling to the rooftop nearby, others, floating to the ground, as I looked around for ground infantry. There were explosions in the distance, some large, others smaller resembling gun fire. The explosions of all intensities surrounded the area, echoing in the hollow cavity of the towers across me. The immediate surroundings were engulfed in regular explosions.

Is this what it must feel like when the city is at war?

Is the City at war? I wonder....

Missing in action were hundreds of G.I.s storming buildings, landing on rooftops, and air support – helicopters, planes, bombing pre decided targets, army jeeps and trucks in the street and snipers atop terraces.

Then the buildings in the distance suddenly awoke to life, the colour of Diwali shouting out in the darkness, making the noise of the explosions less sinister.

diwali

diwali arriveth

the room cleaned, the book shelf organised, everything put in its place.
at the same time, the first sweet "mawa waalo ghughro" made its debut.
the lights have been put up, the toran on the house door in it place.
diwali is here.
i wish people did not burst crackers.

navu warash sharu thashe. sau ney saal mubarak !

thesis

after seeing the work i had done on my bachelors design dissertation ,

a friend wrote to me,

" The initial sketch, the one with that red colour the transformation to this exposed building, it looks like, first you had the animals with the red marks ready for slaughter and now the building looks like the meat is removed and only the bones are left. Both, have a beauty of their own. The programs are rationalised, but, the structure . . . why can't you remove it somewhere and add landscape? It is such a huge public site, some romance in-between the ribs will be a breather. Or, cover some places above the roof, to break away from the rigidity."

FIRST (independant) WORK

VIEW OF BAR

THE BAR WAS IMAGINED AS A CABINET WITH A STONE COUNTER TOP. THE BOTTLE RACK IS DESIGNED AS A HONEYCOMB, IT CAN GROW IN SPACE AS PER REQUIREMENTS. THE COLOUR SCHEME IS ALONG THE LINES OF (INSPIRED BY) " A COMBINATION OF RED, YELLOW AND BLUE " BY PIET MONDRIAN. THE ORTHOGONAL GEOMETRY IS HIGHLIGHTED BY THE BLACK WHICH APPEARS ON THE FACE, WHILE RED, YELLOW AND BLUE IN COMBINATION OCCUPY THE DEPTH OF THE SHELVES THAT MAKE UP THE HONEYCOMB.

BAR AND DINING

LIVING WITH OPEN KITCHEN

MAXIMISE KITCHEN WORKSPACE, MAINTAIN VISUAL CONNECTION, AND OFFERS FLEXIBILITY WHILE ENTERTATINING GUESTS.

KITCHEN

BAR AND DINING FROM LIVING ROOM

MASTER BEDROOM

SECOND BEDROOM

shy / introvert

SHY -
easily frightened away / timid.
suspicious; distrustful.
reluctant.
not at ease in the company of others.

INTROVERT -
a shy person.
a person characterized by concern primarily with his or her own thoughts and feelings.

Today, i thought i would look up what 2 of the most frequently used words to describe me mean.
Hmm.
Most or all of it seems to be fairly accurate.
What bothers me is not the words, but the events / circumstances that have played thier part.
Now, most around me (family) think that it can be undone very simply, i wonder if it can.

2 songs

from The Graduate, by Simon and Garfunkel
The Sound of Silence

Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of silence.

"Fools" said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets

are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls."
And whisper'd in the sounds of silence.

from Grease,

I got chills, they're multiplyin', and I'm losin' control
Cause the power you're supplyin', it's electrifyin'

You better shape up, cause I need a man,
and my heart is set on you
You better shape up, you better understand,
to my heart I must be true
Nothing left, nothing left for me to do

You're the one that I want
(you are the one I want), ooh ooh ooh, honey
The one that I want (you are the one I want),
ooh ooh ooh, honey
The one that I want (you are the one I want),
ooh ooh ooh, honey
The one I need (the one I need),
oh yes indeed (yes indeed)

If you're filled with affection,
You're too shy to convey
Meditate my direction, feel your way

I better shape up,
cause you need a man
I need a man,
Who can keep me satisfied
I better shape up, if I'm gonna prove
You better prove, that my fate is justified
Are you sure?
Yes I'm sure down deep inside