People should start appreciating other people’s enthusiasm...like when I show my mom something that I have worked hard at or have great expectations from, I expect her to show some interest in the matter; attend to it as soon as possible- in fact, immediately if possible. I somehow lose respect for people who don’t. I know it’s a very, very difficult thing to practise, but somehow I think that people should attend towards it.

My eyes are itching like mad. Its like someone has kept a cut onion in front of my eyes or something. Sometimes my eyes itch due to the conditioner that I apply on my face... but it had been a long time since that happened, and im sure its not the same case right now.

Writing cds should be made efficient. Its so crazy to first spend ten minutes in creating an image of the original cd on ur hard disk, inserting the empty cd, and then realizing that the space on the cd isn’t enough. It’s a waste of a whole twenty minutes of morning time, especially when you’re buying time by going to college on bike. Morning time is very, very precious. I could trade ten minutes of morning time with a couple of hours of evening time. Of course, I know better than to burn cds at 6 in the morning, but then the guest syndrome comes in and sweeps out the importance of individual schedule of the host. It’s alright.

Using the computer without a mouse can be quite irritating. Right now, my mouse is jammed, and my least favourite hobby of burning discs for guests is still on. I know a couple of keys from pre university study, but that isn’t entirely enough to navigate through the entire system, or work on autocad. Its funny, how we tend to make do with whatever we have. I think whatever we have today, I mean, the progress that we have made with computers is also just one point in the middle of nowhere, as we cannot compare it with anything, and all that this progess has to offer us as services, we make do with. Interesting.

Getting old is almost like dying in slow motion. Once you are forty, u have to stop playing badminton because ur body cannot take it. Once you are forty-five, using a computer or a mobile phone is a pain- you cannot see the numbers. Once you are fifty, you cannot expect to be able to be healthy. Medicines. Once you are fifty-five, u cannot expect to be able to walk fast. Or rather, fast enough. Once you are sixty, you don’t know what to do in your free time. You start to interfere in your son/daughter’s scheldule. Then it gets painful in the head. Once you are sixty-five, u cannot expect to have the same hearing ability. Then you become an object of ridicule. U cannot run. U cannot travel alone. Seventy. It’s over. The respect is lost, all abilities invisible and all relationships careless. I think this is the most negative view of life ever. But this, I think, is the general story of an average American. Slowly this is turning into the story of an Indian.

This stupid yahoo messenger shows me online 24hrs a day. I’m online to everyone, everytime. I don’t get offline messages. People think I don’t reply to their messages. Idiotic yahoo. My signing in and out has no consequence whtsoever. Yet I perform the ritual most religiously. That too, intentionally. I don’t know wht tht actually means but its ok.

Life at rvsa is the same as ever- the never ending rush to finish things which can never really be finished; trying to make excuses to enter late in civil classes; keep the draftin neat in spite of the mad heat; get your faculty to see the point ur trying to make in design which, by the way, they've sworn to crit; and finally, and most desperately, find some time in between all of this for some sleep. Then, of course, comes food. Cheers to architecture, still loving it!

About my dream.... the thing that i have been thinkin abt the last few months is that there is no use in being famous or good in your own community...in architecture, specially, we talk of some things as fact, while the rest of the world swears by the opposite. It’s not abt the existence of the difference, but the thing that as long as this gap exists, the architectural community cannot help people help themselves. It might sound very confusing and 'made-up'. Believe me, its not. I want to educate the common man, make him understand the necessity of design, the aim of architecture. Architecture is not here for the rich; but for those who want to understand and belong to their surroundings. I want to do something; something!