I would never deny structure; I would rather express the strength of materials that make my building. If he wants a 1200 depth for an 18’ cantilever beam, I would give it to him. I would even exaggerate it. I would want to show that it’s a cantilever, and that it has taken innovation to design and make possible the building. I wouldn’t want to pass it off as an ordinary beam- I would make efforts to highlight it. I’m going to have to open my own office for that, then. :)



What happens when the cat crossing your path is half white and half black??



A thin stroke of black tracing the bottom edge of one’s eyes can make spectacular changes in the face, and yet go unnoticed as an individual element. People are struggling to trace the source of this change in my face- ‘Something is different,’ they say, staring- ‘Have you cut your hair??’
Hehehe...



‘There is always hope’, she says- I wonder if it’s a human property. To be optimistic, to think; to make yourself believe that it is possible- to wait.
Were apes hopeful that their day will come?

Shadows can lie; they can modify reality- they can make you look thinner, taller.. They don’t necessarily let you see what you want to see- almost as though they have a mind of their own...The purity of the shadow with its loyal quality has been corrupted in my mind; it will be long before I trust a shadow again.



A yoga teacher joins the dorm- just when I was thinking it could not get more diverse.



Naveen looks like a “dude” these days- all macho- his visits to the gym cannot be hidden anymore- the mass is bursting out from underneath his shirt. He needs new clothes! Hehe...



I am beginning to notice block colours these days- bursts of a bold colour stripped of all ornamentation- the midnight blue sky, the colour of the red ink on my fingertips, that of the endless brown sand and the heavenly blue of the sea- they are hitting my eyes distinctly. I like the edges- those between block colours- their near-invisible quality leaves me wanting to explore them- the thinness brings to my mind the voice of Shreya Ghoshal- a clear, crisp and continuous thin line. Sheesh- I must, MUST improve with the analogies!

I have finally bought it- the travel book, the guide to organizing my loafing around the country! “INDIA”, it says- I am marking those places that I already have explored, and those that I can fit into my budget for the year to come- India now, the world next! :)



I remember thinking three years back- the future of ‘good’ architecture in India is poor- I was convinced that even thirty years later, we will still be studying Charles Correa and Doshi for “Contemporary” Architecture- Sudheendra Sir wasn’t too optimistic; it looks to me, though, that we have survived- the book I am holding reads ‘Contemporary Indian Architecture’- Anupama Kundoo, Rahul Mehrotra, Sanjay Mohe, Rahul Gore, Matthew & Ghosh, Rajesh Ranganathan, Gurjit Singh, Vijay Narnapatti, and many more- HURRAH!



Bangalore is coo-oo—oold.



The one thing fundamentally wrong with my ‘writing’ skills is that I don’t seem to be able to maintain the tense of the sentence- I keep jumping from the past to present to future. You will even see all three in one sentence! Damn- someone forgot to tell me the ‘rules’! :)