Consistency

Consistency and me 
never go, hand in hand;

Either i blow some bubbles, 

or it trails behind.

Time Horizon

Architectural design: project review on 10|11|08

Well, It was one of those days which needs to be written down and memoraxed.

Why would you want a hour to hour blown up account of my weekend?

oh you do? Welcome all ye voyeurs...

     Disclaimer: the following post does not advocate insomnia, drugs or architecture. 

08-11-08

After "utilizing" the whole day to get "inspired to work" i finally start.

(believe me, listening to 'Until Death Overtakes Me' will not spur you to become productive)

3 PM working

4 PM working

5 PM working

6 PM WORKING

7 :30, 8 PM SLEPT

9 PM working

10 PM working

11 30 PM SLEPT

12 30 AM eating

1 30 AM FINALLY WORKING AGAIN!!!

2 AM from here it becomes a slow drone of standards, roads, openings, bad coffee and alien invasions

5 AM which gradually developes into a full fledged rumble, complete with halucinations and involuntary flailing of arms.

Fall asleep finally at 7 30 AM and stay asleep for exactly 2 hours

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9 30 AM all semblence to "homo erectus" is lost

communication reduced to mono syllabic grunts for food, water and power cuts

11 AM 'electricity' is back and i feel a deeper connection with my ancestors who discovered fire "Ooga Booga"

12 AM working

1 : workking

2 : wrking

3 : wrkng

4 : wrk

5 : ?

I like to believe that my design is tending towards minimalism

8 PM on a sunday evening. Logically speaking it should have been spent online trying to teach myself the art of social networking

But here i am

fretting about whether my cattle herders are too close in proximity to the school i am designing (they were literally overlapping btw)

10 PM trippy shit

i can actually see the walls moving when i shake my head and those sheep must be pretty stupid if they're coaxing me to jump off the ledge

11 PM oh wait or is it me telling them they have to stay in the cattle sheds and not wander into the bus stops? some murmurs of "stupid designer, forgot to put gates" is overheard

2 AM Ive acheived the ultimate.

The power to predict the future.

i can clearly see myself in class tomorrow.

Sheets up on the review board.

Im solemnly telling the external jury, that they can go sleep in the cowshed for all i care, if they think the bedrooms ive designed are too small.

4 AM i still have to figure out what to do with the green monkeys sitting on my speakers. They are going on and on and on about some "concept". what does that word mean? Ive never heard it before.

5 AM M-M-M-M-Monkey on my back LED ZEP rules..

6 40 AM the bed feels like quicksand. The more i fight it off, the more it pulls me in.

7 30 AM iz amaging hoe lack of skeep doen effecp mee

740 AM The electricity says "adios sucker.."

i thank every grey cell in my body that made me save my drawing to my pendrive.

Fall asleep

8 30 AM I get up, feed the green monkeys and drag myself to the shower. I have to be in college by 11 for the "i-dont-really care-anymore-im-going-to-die" review

11 AM : COllege

Surprise Surprise

Review postponed to wednesday.

THE END

The Illusion ???

Beseeching eyes spoke volumes,
Searching his face for a sign.
Her heart, she held, in a cage of thorns
Bleeding, red, the colour of her eye.

His lips were unparted,
Not a whisper from them came.
Her mind, his soul, were screaming,
But secrets undisclosed stayed.

His back was turned to her,
Expressions shadowed by the dusk.
She thought she saw a glistening tear.
Oh Why! why should they part?

The question repeated like a stuck tape
Played and replayed in her mind
Why once their love so soft and pure
turned into a poniard in their hearts

She turned to go, emotions detached,
He did not try to hold her back.
No longer fastened, were the strings,
Both knew the illusion was no longer.

Looking back

The tide has turned yet again,
The journey ends not here, 
was but a marker.
The tide turns, leaving us
washed up on different shores,
memories clinging.

I remember,
The words, the beautiful poems
How equally fascinated we 
were by them.
The silent agreement, 
the unspoken solidarity.
Amidst blatant indifference,
I had found a twin soul.
I remember now,
The passionate beliefs, 
the intense ponderings
How we did not 
belong here, and how
In another world, another time,
All would be right.

But
Where you go now I cannot follow,
Only memories cling.

Ramblings....

Where shall I seek 
the elusive rile 
that is 
my will?
Never has grazed 
the earth one more 
filled with contradictions
than me.

Ramblings.....

After the moon sleeps
 it is, When night shivers 
to show its colours 
and when 
dawn begins to take 
hesitant steps...

that is when my heart 
is full of dreams and my 
mind overflows with 
thoughts.

Ramblings......

the yester days memories 
still repugnant;
yet looking forward 
to another daze,

that the dawn shall bring.
do not ridicule 
a soul in a creative void;
a shell is all i am,
that rattles with the remnants

of the vision of yester years;

which once held court 

in absolute glory.