Human communication is such a tedious process. Informing a group of seven people about tomorrow’s site visit is such a complicated thing to do. It’s more than just ‘message sent’ as in a sms. It goes much deeper than that. There are psychological consequences- introducing the theory of what I call- ‘she-felt-bad’. When members of a group are to be informed of a program tomorrow, they have to be made to feel like they are desperately needed; they should feel like they were the first ones to be informed. The concept of ‘forgetting’ is unforgivable. That of assumption is even worse. “I thought it will be too far for you to come.” “I thought you might be too busy to make it.” Who’s asking you to decide if I can come or not?! That’s MY job- yours is to inform me of the program. It’s worse when you’re trying to fix a program altogether. Why is it so difficult for people to agree on one thing? It’s never instinctive; it all has to be pre-decided.

The more you sleep, the sleepier you get during the day. Honestly. Sleep less during the entire semester, and you’re fine- except for dark circles and a lower level of concentration. But sleep for 10hrs immediately after that, and you’re gonna be sleepy the whole of the next day.

I get very irritated when people say things like—“ Hey I’m too busy, I cannot come..”, “I’m too tired because I rode 15kms today”, “It’s too far”, “I’m all stressed out cause I had an exam today and I slept only six hours..”. only six hours?? Do you know how long six hours of sleep is?? All these jobless engineering students go around saying “Hey I have lots of work- I have to write the record..” What in heaven’s name?? How long does writing a record take after all?? Three hours max?? That’s like nothing at all!! Try living an architect’s life..!

I love the primary schools in the rural areas of India...they have a portico running the length of the building, housing classrooms in a row...I love the columns- painted in the tri-colour...There are paintings of the national bird and animal.. You can see the bell hanging at the end of the corridor..Why can’t urban schools be like this? Why do they have to look like IT offices with glass facades and have abstract and designer murals on the walls? Why can’t the walls be painted with the Indian tri-colour? Why is there no verandah-like space in front of the classrooms? Why are corridors so concealed and darkly lit? It’s what we call progress.

I see at least one ambulance everyday.

I was told yesterday- “I read your blog. You write really well.” Now, personally I don’t think I write well at all. Honestly. And that too- of all places- in my blog. Here I’m writing exactly what I am thinking, word- by- word. Does that mean that I think well?? He he...I have never been known as someone who writes well. I cannot stop counting the number of grammatical errors.. Not only this, there are so many spelling mistakes too! I think if my mom read my blog, she would not be able to read what I’ve written at all- because her mind is too busy pointing out the errors..

My activa had a tyre puncture in the last week. It’s so crippling to not have your own vehicle to move around. I traveled to college and back by autorickshaw that day, and it cost me four times as much, wasting more than an hour in the process! No matter how much we complain about the traffic jams in the city, noone wants to let go of their own vehicles because the public transport is even worse. The thing is, I fully appreciate what new concepts BMTC is coming up with, but the bottom line is that traveling by bus is still very slow and tiring. I wonder if the metro will help.

I was riding back from college late yesterday evening, and suddenly one billion thoughts came to my mind- about random topics. I cannot remember even a quarter of them now. That time I was wondering if we can invent a sort of a typewriter in the head- which shifts thoughts directly from the brain. Noone would forget anything anymore. What would a human come across as then?

You should never depend on anybody else for anything in life- they will inevitably let u down. Should never consult anybody for an opinion- they don’t really care. Should never ask anyone if they’re doing something so that you can do it together- they always change their mind. Apna koi nahi hota. Sab paraey hain yahan.

Everybody in this world has their own set of friends. Every single person has a ‘best friend’. And when times change- and your friends don’t have time to hang out with you anymore, never stop to invite/wait for them. Don’t try to re-live the past moments. Don’t stay there in hope of them coming back to the golden days. They won’t. As we move ahead in life, so do friends. In today’s world, you cannot expect to have friends for life. Accept that. Move ahead, meet new people. It’s a whole new world out there. There are soo many great friends to make. One should never be too old to make new friends, cause old ones don’t really last. It’s all idealism. Once you find the newer ones, you’ll wish you had met them before- and then there’s no time- life’s next destination is here already, and it’s gonna lead elsewhere. You already know you’re going to be left alone- again. Don’t panic- it’ll be a whole new world- again.

Emotional intelligence is such a powerful thing. I think it’s a more important quality to have than a great I.Q. I was recently very pleasantly surprised by a friend’s emotional maturity. It’s always easy to give in and do what’s on your mind, but to pause, analyse, and reconsider- even forgive. I think forgiveness is the most divine of all emotion. Only those at higher levels of emotional maturity can actually forgive. In totality. How can you make out if a person is emotionally intelligent or not- in a first meeting? Gandhiji had said that one should judge a person’s character by being a witness to his interaction with people of a lower grade/class. Is that emotional intelligence too?

These days I’m looking to understand the differences- in the habits and behaviour- between a Brahmin and a ‘non-brahmin’. I’m curious. I want to know what difference our age old system of discrimination has made to our respective lives. It’s not about good or bad- it’s not about right or wrong- it’s about the difference. What are they? Similarly, what are the differences- in habits and behaviour- between a rich man and a middle class man?