...non periodic oscillations...

Every day of our lives we are told what to do, how to do it, when to do it, that we must do it or that it is the only way to do it and countless more things of the same nature.  Seems like there is manual for everything one can encounter in life. In between all these questions, did you ever pause to think? “Think what?”, do I hear you say? Who on earth has the time to stop and that too, for thinking! Why think when there is someone to do that and of course, take the fall in case something doesn’t turn out right.

Everytime I listen to The Masterplan by Oasis , something inside relates to it so strongly that I drift into the song from whatever I am doing. The need to make sense of it all resonates deeply. Why do we need to make sense of it anyway? I sometimes wish I could also carry on numbly like most people do but then I wouldn't be honest to myself and that is a very difficult thing to do. I can "sleep" over it although that hasn't been very successful in the past. So here it is. Listen to it if you can. It's a lovely song. The Masterplan Take the time to make some sense Of what you want to say And cast your words away upon the waves And sail them home with acquiesce On a ship of hope today And as they land upon the shore Tell them not to fear no more Say it loud, and sing it proud today And then dance if you wanna dance Please brother take a chance You know they're gonna go Which way they wanna go All we know is that we don't Know how it's gonna be ...

I used to be a regular train traveller till third year of architecture school. At that time I used to make frequent trips between Delhi & Calcutta (not Kolkata yet). Of course, frequent for me and frequent for my apartment mates in NICMAR mean completely different things. Those journeys would be in the Howrah Rajdhani. Most of the other train journeys have been with family with food for the road and other miscellaneous things that happen during family train trips. After that, flying has always been the preferred mode of transport – get in, get out mode. Who had the time to sit through a long train journey, endure (or ignore) co-passengers and eat what was served in the name of food? Student concessions on Indian Airlines (not Air India yet) were a nice bonus that had to be used too. Once I moved to Bangalore (not Bengaluru yet) there was no way I could take a train to and fro Calcutta. It was a journey of over 36 hours! During those years, I rarely took a train. I can only recall ...

I was sorting some old data and happened to come across this classic we worked on while in NICMAR for the Vegetative Proposals. God! We should have printed these :)  

Assimilation of experiences through life is supposed to make us wiser, if not really smarter. In some way, it should teach us what is appropriate and what's not in a given circumstance or a set of conditions which life has brought to us. However, I've come to realise that this really isn't necessary. On countless occasions I've witnessed people ignoring the everyday lessons of life and making mistakes repetitively or doing the same inappropriate act that they would have committed sometime in the past. Ironically, most of these people consider me inappropriate for pointing out that their actions, in the given or in a future circumstance might not be very nice. I cannot say that I'm immune to such a (mis)deed. I do commit them. However I consider myself better off because I realise my folly and usually try not to repeat them. The difference between both cases would be the awareness and the causal phenomenon of learning, to be able to understand and modify actions/word...

A month in the 'evolved' old place already and we're still transitioning. Small teething troubles apart, this has been a not-too-good not-too-bad experience so far. The one remarkable thing is the commissioning of the metro. I still look back at the times before and wonder if I could have managed without it now? Well I had earlier and surely could have done it now too. Anyway, the setup is not the same and neither are those around me. While I can only speculate on how things will work out, let's hope that they work out just enough to justify the pain of leaving behind Bangalore...

Strange are these days. Actually, strange have been days for a while now. Then again, if they have been strange for a while now, they can't be strange anymore! In the background, Zappa is shouting that his guitar wants to kill her mama and Meat Loaf is trying to convince me that bad girls go everywhere. I am still wondering if all this is part of the larger search for 42 – part of a grand scheme of things, maybe?