I like writing about writing, reading about reading, and talking about talking. Nobody does that. I remember doing something similar in a ‘creative’ writing competition in school- I ‘creatively’ wrote about creative writing! I narrated a story of two teachers in school judging a creative writing competition, and how they didn’t understand an entry which ‘creatively’ wrote about creative writing. Hehe... I had SO much fun writing it; I made that particular entry win the first prize in my story- ‘creative’, don’t you think? hehe...

I read an interesting editorial the other day; it spoke of how architecture, more than anything else, is about conviction. It spoke of how ‘accountability’ of built ceases to be entertained once the building is complete. “Where is the factor of responsibility for what one has built post its being built? It seems enough for the architect to have just ‘built’. Period. In their blinkered path to being responsible for their architecture, architects find comfort behind ignorant clients. Historically, true architecture has always been dependant on the conviction in design of its creator. It is this conviction that makes the Taj what it is.”

It is funny how we’re so attached to certain things; I have this over sized sweater that I cannot seem to let go of- It’s my dad’s sweater, and I wear it every evening at home for the colder half of the year. Must wash it sometime, eh? :)

I just finished the last paper of B.Arch today. CA902- Architectural Design- 18 hours, completed in three sittings of 6 hours each. Sounds scary, eh? Hehe... It was fun. Design exams for me are always ‘walk-in’; a good clear (empty) head is the ‘preparation’. :)

Ants retrace the same locus in return mode. I do, too. I don’t know why.

Australian Open has begun. It’s the same problem every year- starts just when you realize there is no time to watch TV. Or rather there should be no time to watch TV. I remember Akhila cribbing about this very thing years ago, when I was helping her with her thesis work. Wonderful lady, Akhila. She’s so warm and friendly; “ANY doubts, you can always call me”, she assures me every time I call. She was the one who asked me to apply to Mindspace; I owe it to her, this entire internship success. It makes me want to be a good senior to my junior. I must treat her some day.

If you draw a graph of the life of a rechargeable battery versus the number of times it is (re)charged, it’s an exponential curve; and at one point, the life simply reduces to a minimum. I have had the same experience with my cell, camera and cordless phone. I would rather buy a new battery rather than re-re-re-re-recharge it and have a life of two minutes. Hu-uh.

I am writing after a very long time. A lot of things have happened; a lot has come to pass. I remember writing a ‘To think about’ list on the front page of my universal book- Thesis topic, Internship, ‘aim’ in life, further studies, etc. It all happened suddenly; one thing followed another, and now its time to look back. Well, almost. I am two weeks away from my thesis viva, secured a place in one of the most coveted firms in Bangalore, have a certain agenda chalked out, and am actually thinking about masters. Not bad. Come to think of it, I don’t think there was any other way for it to be, other than ‘not bad’.

People say I have changed; I think I can feel it myself. Smitha thinks it’s because there are so many things going on in my life that I am not handling all the load well.. I have grown quieter; I don’t need ‘friends’ anymore- I think I have gotten used to being alone. Yeah. I remember telling Mudasir that I wanted to stop laughing as much; I use to laugh a little too much. Change is good, they say.

It’s heartbreaking to not be understood by your own.

To be well read does not demand specifics; yet most ‘well read’ people seem to be blissfully oblivious of major chunks of society. Why is this world so huge? Why does it seem impossible these days, to be a Michelangelo? Why does even the idea seem ridiculous? I want to be a Leonardo Da Vinci - painter, sculptor, architect, scientist, mathematician, everything! I didn’t want to choose between physics and architecture; I had to. And now I am at a point where I cannot think of going back- maybe it’s the ‘structured-ness’ of education that’s taking up my life- ‘self-taught’ has been forced extinct.