What would happen if one put a reporter, a lawyer, an architect, an advertising executive and an mba student in one dorm? Hehe...I will soon be finding out. :)


'Why shouldn't globalisation speak with an Indian accent?' Some people put words together so beautifully...



The most important character of a city should be the dreams it can show you, the distance it makes you believe you can tread- and the fire it can generate for a goal. This should be the scale of measurement of the 'greatness' of a city; not whether the climate is within the range of human comfort or not- priorities need to be shuffled...I wonder how important a role the architecture of the city can play.


There is a lot of hype surrounding a sunset and a beach- it is an event; something poems are written about- I don't know what the fuss is all about. Going northward on a saturday evening, I spent an hour at the door of a local train, looking at the passing faces of those in other trains- with each train that moved alongside ours, the people seemed to glow; the colour began to deepen- from gold to orange, and from red to brown- finally reducing to a silhouette in the colour of the night. Standing at the edge with the wind in my face, I could not see the sun setting, but it was the finest sunset I have had in the city of the beaches.

Mumbai. I think this one word is enough to make a mark, to evoke a reaction; to say 'I live in mumbai' brings with it a lot of things- crowd, hype, struggle, ambition, no-nonsense, fast, busy, smart, and vast. My first week in mumbai has been overwhelming; the city leaves you more in awe than frustration- it gives me a high!

Maharashtra presents a marvellous range of greens during the rainy season; the black soil and the equally dark tree-barks sit in perfect contrast to them- wonder how it would look if I smeared the painting with a long stroke of red?

There are so many natural filters in any given city- and each present a very different shade of the city. For example, you can easily trust anyone on the road at 6 30 am on a weekday- only those seriously interested in sport, health or academics will be on the road then- and they're not thieves. If you want to be kidnapped, walk on the same road at 2am. If you want to ask for directions, ask the ones who look like they don't have the time to answer- not the ones who could give you an hour. You can talk to anybody in the park at 7am on a sunday- but shut up in the same park at 9pm; better still, DON'T go there. It's really funny, how the same place provides us with such a range- and how the city actually asks for its inhabitants to be inconsistent! Life, they say, is multilayered.

On my fifteen minute walk to work, I pass a porsche showroom and a satya paul studio. Cool, eh? :)

I like observing people, and most of all when a fight breaks out in a group- when everybody is apparently arguing and nobody can make out who is saying what. It is really not that way. It is an amusing thing to study- it gives invaluable insights into the personalities of people involved. In any given group, there are always those who are, with great conviction, putting forth their points of view; but constitute only half of the group. There are others- those who choose to ignore the noise; those who show frustration at the madness; those who can switch off and find something else interesting to do; those who wish they had never come; those who find it all very funny; those who simply walk out; and finally those, who like me, very quietly, observe the scene. What is marvellous, I think, is the fact that every group comprises ALL; and it is this very 'range' that makes life exciting.



I feel like making gifts again; I feel like chattering continuously like I used to- I feel like myself after a long time- I don't know what has changed or how it has changed, but I am sure it has a lot to do with Namrata. The mad woman, she has shocked me with her personality! God help those she is heading towards! :)



I am really bad at writing letters; they demand too much of continuous attention from my volatile brain- I'm not very good with the words either. If I flop as an architect, I won't be able to make it as a second-rate clerk also! Maybe I should try the delivery part of the letters- post office zindabad! hehe...



" जाने ना कहाँ वोह दुनिया है , जाने ना वोह है भी या नहीं - जहाँ मेरी जिंदगी मुझसे इतनी खफा नहीं । "