Monday, August 29, 2005


My Output.
As expected, I am damn proud of it.
It makes no sense. Just some logo-like things. If any of you own a startup, and want a logo made within a budget of Rs 300/-, you know who to contact :)

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

Male Fantasy - Oo La La!

No Intro. No Lies. All truth. Here Goes :
There is this female (who can also be called a lady), who I pass by every day. This bandi (noname.001) marches within the confines of her plot every evening around 6:30p.m. She is young, fair, short, cat-eyed, possibly panju. I eye her from the corner of my eye as she purposefully struts from one corner to the other. Although she isn't the cynosure, she does occupy my mind for those few seconds (minutes) as I pass by her house. Diverting from the crux of the article, I think the walk itself deserves a few lines. She isn't rambling. It isn't a leisured stroll. Instead, she marches towards each respective corner with great ferocity. Driving by everyday and delibrately NOT retarding, I have not been able to decipher her exact expression. I am sure she displays a countenance of sound determination.

I am curious. I know - female, opposite sex, attraction, sex...yada yada yada... I am ready to abnegate all that. She intrigues me (like many pretty females). I wouldn't mind halting near that formidable corner gate and yell out, "Aur ji, kya chal raha hai ?" ( "Whats up ?" is too foreign and "Ki Holo ?" is too Bengali). It requires a great amount of courage and some seeds of stupidity to show genuine interest in someone who marches with such purposefulness. The latter I cultivate in great quantity, while the former I am ready to purchase from China. Just what would be the best way to broach the subject ?

An Ice-cream would be perfect. Not too personal, not too time-consuming. Quite friendly for the common amm...light walleted individual. Maybe a platonic hand-wave would serve as an ice-breaker (in case any of it exists in the sultry Delhi weather). But what kind of a nut-case wearing a crooked helmet and riding a non-Pulsar vehicle greets a stranger ? A false enquiry from an allegedly lost stranger would surely gain the interest of the subject. But sadly, our conversation will limit itself within the boundaries of Nirman Vihar. Our chats many years later would gently revolve around Delhi and its housing settlements. While I may enjoy the repartee as an aspiring architect, once in a while I might long for other delightful discussions. And what about my (our) kids ? Would they sustain the same respect for their father, when they hear the lame incident resulting in the holy matrimony of their parents ? Surely, such kids devoid of love and regard for their parents would grow up to be criminals of great nuisance. I am surely not ready to foster such punk offsprings. Hence, the 'stranger' character isn't quite the right move.

A rapid vehicle upgradation should boost my image considerably. This weekend, I went to my favourite mechanic and got the front brake lever installed. The indicators work occasionly. That should do. Do females notice scooter indicators ? Phuleeez ! The new rearview mirror has a fancy rectangular shape, a breakaway from the banal circular ones. The scooter wasn't given a wash to give it a cool natural look. But sadly, this overhaul hasn't improved things for me. I still feel incomplete.

I am ready to try the new brands too. The 'hassi' toothpaste Close-Up, Sugar-Free tablets for my office tea, 'DJ Doll' ringtones. Some of that advertising crap has got to be true...I hope..

Being quite naive regarding the greeting females-who march in-your office neighbourhood subject, I am struggling hard to find the best solution. Any suggestions ?

Sunday, August 14, 2005

India @ 2005

I enjoy wallowing in this pseudo feeling of anti-patriotism.
I refuse to humour pretentious expressions of India.
India is not defined for me by the flag and the anthem.
The truth is I don't have a definition for 'my India'.
I am not ready for it. yet.

The songs we sang in school extolling have had zilch effect on the P word's definition.

'ganga jamuna saraswati milte hain...somewhere'
'himalaya on right, kashmir on top and some stuff down there'
'keep going, lead the nation, you youth of india etc etc'

Big deal.
And don't even start on the culture crap. If Bharatnatyam and Yoga were the key to success, we have been attacking the wrong locks!

They say (and I do believe the statistics this time) that India is going to be a youth-majority nation for the next few decades. Our ideas and enthusiasm are going to push India into the league of developed nations...hmmm...

I have these little aspirations, which presently I don't mind spilling out here. No harm done. No ideas to steal.
I want to open up a restaurant, explore the ghaplaas that take place in running it.
I want a career that satisfies my subdued need for adulation.
I want to open institutions which impart knowledge - of furniture design, of thinking rationally, of construction...

It is no surprise (to me) that "India" and its upliftment doesn't explicitly appear as an agenda up there. In fact, through these few months in Delhi, I constantly frown at India-ness. The illegally occupied lands, the traffic, pan-spitting people, garbage,fraud in business, bribes....Pity ? No way. Just shoot down those ba*tards !

For many ulterior motives, I force myself to read articles beyond my immediate interests. These encompass views of entrepreneurs, visionaries and those who wish to and are changing the face of India. I love the way they are painting future India. The way SAHARA and RELIANCE are foryaing into completely new territories. The way RETAIL is going to expand and lift up the standard of distribution and products. And my dear Construction field is supposedly going to be refurbished too (hah !).

For me, patriotism is not limited to, or rather defined by inch long flags and tri-coloured clothing. I want to change things. I want improvement. I am ready to do something.

But what ?
Can I be a part of it ?
A part of what ?
How ?

Happy Independence Day.

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

Saturday, August 06, 2005

3 Men and a girl

Tis funny how one helmet can screw up your day. How often one uses a cellphone just because it snugly lies in one's pocket. How Swapnil's suggestions can lead to unbearbale situations, and some good ones too. August 3rd left me drained of all energy and full of kissas, which I'll capture here ASAP (As Short As Possible).

Quick Facts - Surya came over to Delhi for a day. Swapnil and I skipped work for the same day. Vatsala joined us around 1pm and stayed till dinner. What you don't know is that we spent a majority of the day in 2 groups. Surya and I traversed Chandni Chowk and the rest of Delhi, hopping buses,rickety rickshaws and handling the scorching sun. The other two spent the day at JNU (I think), travelling through the beautiful lanes of Delhi on a scooter. MY SCOOTER! Tis funny how the lack of a helmet can screw up your day..

August 3rd began with a healthy breakfast at Holistic Food Centre in IIT Delhi(yes, you can laugh at the name). 3 people. 1 helmet. Hence, I drove to IIT-D. They came by bus. After spending an hour in the campus, Swapnil drove back to his place. We followed in an auto.
Sandwich cost - 7 x 3 rupees
Travel cost - 12 rupees (auto) + 8 rupees (bus) + petrol cost.

Time passed quickly at Swapnil's residence and soon it was 1p.m. Vatsala joined us around then, and was lucky to witness ace decision making by 3 archi's. Shahi Paneer or Matar Paneer..Butter or no Butter Roti...We finally got the dishes right and ordered from Swapnil's favourite "Punjabi Dhaba" - only 17 rupees lunch. Food was good, and worth's its price.

The afternoon events were quite enervating. A string of bus journeys commencing at Yusuf Sarai and ending at Dilli Haat - some meetings, some shopping, some arguments, some shady deals. The four of us met at round 8p.m at Dilli Haat. For all the driving that had taken place, the scooter had apparently been refilled with petrol worth just 20 bucks. But you know how efficient vehicles are nowadays. And with the dirt-cheap petrol prices, who cares about money!

Dilli Haat shopping was fun - exacerbated by Surya's indecisiveness and Swapnil's sarcasm. Vatsala gave excellent "girl" suggestions. I nodded with perfect timing. I'll recommend the place to anyone who adores "Indian" goods and is unaware that the same is available at Sarojini Nagar and Lajpat Nagar market at half the price. Shopping over, we headed back to Yusuf Sarai for dinner.

As we walked through the nostalgic lanes of the market, images of yesteryear flashed in front of Swapnil's eyes - his escapades, his friends, his favourite dining spots. Surya and I were new to all this. We had been repeatedly brainwashed about "City Inn" and its 15 rupees sabzi and 2.5 rupees roti. Some of us were (possibly) excited about having a sasta-dinner. The rest just walked along...

After reaching "City-Inn", we climbed 5 floors non-stop, surveying the one-room dwellers as they did the same. My architect eyes and brains couldn't help being appalled at the ventillation, light, harmony etc...Maybe the restaurant would compensate for all that. We huffed and puffed and reached the roof-top...Lets just say that it was so shabby, that it would have repulsed even the most ardent Cheddi's fans...I vacillated - Maybe the food would expiate the lack of asthetics, seating space and lights. Swapnil hopefully enquired, "kya milega abhi ?". The obese chef/owner replied, "aaj ka special - aalu-parmal sabzi".. . . s i l e n c e.

I ran down the stairs, just in case the scorned waiters decided to stuff some 'parmal' sabzi down my throat. We couldn't eat that, even for enviable archi camaraderie. We instead went to "Punjab Restaurant" - a normal place, with normal waiters, and good tandoori chicken.

The next few hours involved a few more trips on the scooter, which I wasn't a part of. At around 2a.m, we made decisions for the next morning. Plan A was that I would drop Surya (sans extra helmet) at the station en route, and head back home. The safer Plan B was that he would board an auto, and I would drive alongside (tension free)...Instead, what really materialized was Plan C. And as usual, it involved a punctured tyre, discovered at 6:30am...We both hired an auto for the station and left the scooter in Swapnil's custody....

I slept sporadically in the office that day. The boss's presence would perk me for a few minutes. The body ache reminded me of all the events of the previous day. The ordeal ended in the evening, when I took a bus to Yusuf Sarai and drove back home on the repaired scooter. Dilli traffic gifted the last sting by fabricating a traffic jam....just for me. It took me an hour to cover 6 km.

A synopsis :
Sites recommended in Delhi - Chandi Chowk, Indian Habitat Centre, SPA...
Sites to avoid - CITY INN, Dilli Haat...
Buses we used - 502,503,26,335...
Should Swapnil's recommendations be trashed - ?

Photo's will be uploaded soon...