Designing: Heart as Writing: Soul
If I weren’t destined to be a designer, I would have been a writer.
There is a reason I went to a convent and may be there is a reason why I wrote impositions 1,000 times each time I made a mistake between ‘it’s’ and ‘its’ or ‘were’ and ‘are’ etc. There must also be a reason why I become oblivious to everything around me when I sit to write. Nothing connects me to myself than writing.
How MAA sees the world: I watch the rains go pitter patter. Somewhere far away, I can hear a man scream for tea “Sarita where’s my tea?”… I can hear someone call out to his ‘Maa’… somewhere far away… The rains have been such a welcome relief. It has been so hot, the past couple…
An aam aadmi wakes up every morning determined that he would make the most of his day. That he will not let anything bother him. Even before he has finished his thoughts while brushing his teeth, the tap runs dry. “Shucks. Not again please.” Damn the water cut. He hurriedly somehow gets ready for office,…
I sit there sipping my early morning tea. She sits there on the low chair in a corner, thoughtful, sun shining on her face… She says “Bhabhi, mera ek ladka tha… Dus saal ka tha… Koi usko utha ke le gaya… Uska Bahot yaad aata hain” I look at her. For the first time, I…
Today I was in the kitchen, when I heard loud ‘Raam E Raam’ (s) uttered between frantic sobs… I opened the door to see the gujarati daadi who stays opposite our flat, running nowhere yet running, desperate, howling, in the common area… the moment I opened the door, she ran up to me and said…
I feel enslaved by my own desires. I don’t have big desires in life – small little ones. One of them would be my being able to apply the ‘undo’ button in real life. Literally! Like when I cook food and add spices to it, I would like to have the option to undo the…
When the reactions aren’t met with the same ferocity of emotions, closure never happens… it somewhere finds a permanent residence in your heart. I’m a great believer for ‘an eye for an eye’ reaction. It almost gives you an orgasmic release 🙂 So react, but in a manner that is worthy of ‘YOU’…
When I look back at my life, I see why it was important Mumma was home… the smell of freshly pickled mangoes, waking up to the smell of the bread being baked in the oven, the comfort of knowing Mumma was always at home, the assurance that no matter how messy I was, the room…
I had always been fascinated and awed by the TAJ MAHAL. So when a trip to Agra was planned, the joy was almost overwhelming and unbearable. The day finally arrived. I stood before the TAJ MAHAL and Lo! Nothing happened. I thought it would sweep me off my floor, that I would stand there bewitched…