Bangalore is getting hotter. I sit in my room at 9 on an april morning, and I need the fan. How sad is that? I somehow hate the heat- hate it that I sweat. I hate sweating. I prefer cloudy days instead- I love staying outdoors on a cloudy day. It feels like some weight has been lifted off, and im free...

My mom and I just cut a towel into half. She held it at the middle of one longer edge and I the other. Thus, the towel was folded in half before it was cut. I quickly firmed the fold, pressed along it. We could have cut the towel into half even without the rehearsal fold. Maybe the scissors would have strayed a little, but its use would not have been worth the rehearsal. I still did it. Its about adding value, I think, or efficiency. No, its neither. I don’t know what it is. But I know that is what makes all the difference.

Music is such a beautiful thing. Can`t help adding a sentence here - Music could be simply a relation between two notes. I love the new airtel ad. Music can be made from anything. Happiness can be derived from the tiniest of chores. Good Indian singing excites me- I cannot do anything else during that time period...I sort of get captured. Music can be so liberating- it’s a pity that people underestimate the power of music. Tansen could light diyas with his music; he could bring rain. I believe it.

Bogadhi is not as interested in speaking about architecture as I had hoped he would be. He has strong philosophy, I think, but he’s either too secretive about it or not the argumentative kinds. I, on the other hand, jump on anything. He he...

I love paper. I wonder how we started making paper. Soon, we’re going to consider paper redundant; and be proud of it. I’ll open a paper factory then. Surely. I don’t know what about it I love- the texture, the feel, the colours, the thinness, most of all. It feels so good to have paper around me. Its thrilling that im in a profession where you are actually expected to have paper all around you. At least during my time.

This blog is more like my pensieve- a dumpyard for random thoughts. Since I have no fixed idea of the subject of this blog, it may come across as a bunch of unrelated issues and facts put together. I want to emphasise the fact that these thoughts are mine and i do not intend to impose them on anyone- most of the times they're not even subject to truth.

My foot doesn’t hurt anymore. It itches. Which is why I told the doctor to bandage it in spite of its unnecessary status. I can walk around happily, but the thing is that I'm not allowed to go anywhere with it- my dad said it wont kill me to stay at home for a week- apparently I need the rest.its getting suffocating now. Too much of rest, I'm sure, I've had. I’m losing sleep. An architect never gets enough of sleep. I think I’m making history here. I don’t feel hungry anymore. I just eat cause its time to, and its not very enjoyable. I don’t eat two breakfasts anymore. Man, I'm sure going to sure love going back to normal again.

All the fans in my house except for the one in my room don’t seem to be rotating at all. It’s so hot. I’ve been watching tv for almost ten hours a day. I watch different things- movies, serials, travel and living. I watch the same programs again. Ive never watched this much TV in my whole life. I was watching the lakme fashion week- man, what clothes! I want those colours, those textures...beyond beautiful, they were. Manish malhotra. I think designers like him and rohit bal have understood the colours of India, they have understood the essence of Indian clothing. And they have found the most contemporary way of illustrating it- the Indian fashion of today. Beautiful. And of course, I want to buy one of those skirts one day- ankle length, layers on layers, and colour on colour. Free flowing, like water. The beauty of the taj.

I was watching ‘om jai jagdish’ yesterday. I don’t know why I like movies of its kind. The ones where the director is trying his hardest to spill 'indianness' into. Indianness is a very loose term. I think ‘values’ is more like it. Values. I think from now on im going to touch the feet of my elders with a strange sense of contentment. I choose to. Other movies like baghban and umar touch me, and give me a strange feeling of patriotism. Yes, patriotism. People have to learn to appreciate the push to resist from changing ourselves into the west. Changing ourselves is not a bad thing; but into some kind of community where noone has the will to even care- care for anything whatsoever, is very disappointing. I cannot even begin to explain what I mean by ‘care’. Ive gotten carried away.

My bed is very clean. I like it. I don’t know why I don’t make the effort of cleaning it regularly. I must. It’s very important to be clean. The fungus on my foot is increasing. It has started evolving at different places on my foot- the underfoot, the sides, the toes, and between them. My mom had a fungal infection beginning the same time as mine. Apparently it has cured. I’m getting worried. I cannot explain it, but it feels like this is going to take my foot and I a long way.

I was watching ‘elegant universe’ the other day. The one thing that struck me was that we’re all so dumb. So un-intelligent. We claim to be the most intelligent mammals on this earth. We’re complete idiots. It’s not because we don’t have a single theory that explains the universe. But because the whole world thinks we are great. Even the ant must be thinking great of itself, keeping in mind that it has only one enemy- the bigger animals. How are we different? We aren’t.