I designed my own clothes for my brother’s wedding. I think they were quite the success. Hehe..

I used to wonder why people kept recording what they were doing on travels. I didn’t think it important; thought it would remain in my mind- every moment, every reaction. I think I was partially right, but still, something concrete would make it more real. I was right in thinking that no words can express how I felt at the biggest stupa in sri lanka, or how I felt at the taj mahal. I can still feel it; I just have to close my eyes- and concentrate. But I cannot share it; I cannot tell my mom how I felt. There must be some way. Photography ruins the involvement with space; you are more engrossed in focusing the frame than feeling the wind. Can we not record our feelings somewhere?

I have just realized that every pain, every emotion, every reaction- is all in the mind; when the mind is deviated, they can cease to exist. I had a very painful experience with a fungal infection on my foot about a year back- and the timing couldn’t have been worse. It was the day of the vtu volleyball tournament. I was limping; it hurt at every step. I was determined to play still; I wanted to play my favourite sport. I entered the court- and then, nothing mattered. I did not remember my foot- or the pain- I could only think of the opponent’s serve. It was beautiful; I think we should all experience this emotional high- it shows how we let small things rule our lives, while they can be buried under something that we can actually choose.

I love the fall of crepe. Such a beautiful material. Double umbrella makes it hang at the sides; and the peeko finish makes it flow like water. The sparse embroidery balances perfectly with the jacquard jacket; the height difference between the two skirts couldn’t have been lesser. I didn’t realize it was as heavy until the function was over; and heels didn’t help either. People said I looked good, so I guess it was worth it. Hehe..

We use bore well water at home. If I remember correctly, bore well water is hard water, and the salts that make water hard are carbonates and bicarbonates of calcium and potassium. So basically when any vessel is in constant use, these salts remain on the surface of the container. Same with my shower head. I must clean it. The pores are almost completely blocked by the salt remains. I wonder why such small things take up so much of our mental energy.

I have been traveling for quite some time now. I have traveled across India- Ahmadabad, Chandigarh, Delhi, Jaipur, Simla, Pondicherry, Madurai, Aurangabad, Mysore, Mumbai, Pune, Hyderabad, Goa, Agra, Mussurrie, Kanyakumari, Bijapur, Belur, Halebid, Hassan, Tumkur, Dharwad, Chittradurga, Hyderabad, and most recently, the island nation of sri lanka. This reminds me of the punch line of the programme ‘globe trekker’- “Did they tell you it was a small world? Try this on for size!”

I read a couple of blogs today. Every person has a distinct style of writing. Now this distinct ‘style’ that we call it, is a default thing; she does not intend to write the way she does; its instinctive. Don’t you think writing is an involuntary activity? I’m sure you cannot make your writing as it is; the characteristic emerges- its not a goal. Which is why, no matter how ‘badly’ someone writes, its still very unique- incomparable. Which means that every single person’s writing should be celebrated; it cannot be reproduced in any other timeline.

If someone is ‘creative’, does that mean that she lives creatively? How different are ‘being creative’ and ‘living creative’? I, for one, cannot separate the two. How can someone have a certain attitude at work, and change completely at home? If in architecture I insist on design as necessity, how can I not think the same in my own clothing? If everything in architecture has to be custom made, so does in clothing, jewellery, and shoes. How can creativity of an architect not be seen outside of the studio? If an architect is asked to so much as talk, will she not talk differently?! I see the difference everywhere- between being it, and living it. Is it so diffcult to live what you are? I am a designer; I live design.