I had my first experience of the “Mumbai social life” today. I saw them- the celebrities, the constant flashes of light, the porcelain skin, the spectacular heels, the dressed hair and the kisses in the air. So many of them- each with a glass in hand and a forced smile on the face. What is beyond me, though, is the definition of a “socialite”. What is their job description? Where do they draw their salary from?



I am a hopeless, hopeless romantic! Hehehe...



‘Modification’ is the root of all evil; it is the reason why architects, structural consultants, plumbing consultants, contractors, and also the clients- are frustrated. The process begins to drag; the joy and freshness of idea rots under the eroding scrape of repetition- “welcome to the real world”. It is the place where management becomes more important than design, where money is more important than quality of space, and where ‘faster’ means everything is to be compromised. The core, though, has a strange way of retaining itself- the spaces survive- and that day is the only incentive for the architect- it is the day when the daylight flooding in from the openings remind her of the earliest sketches of the space; it is that day when an architect thinks back- of all her successes- and adds one to the list. Tomorrow, it’s back to the frustration. Cheers!



"The Congo is as ferocious as the Nile"- I wonder where in the range our Ganga comes!