Sexy Engineers..!!

Dilbert!! jus love the strip..
hehe its the only place, where I really really like the engineers..
(they arent as creative anywhere else on the earth..;-)

Please excuse my biases..
Is Scott Adams ann Engineer himself??????

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Good Fences make good neighbors

'Good Fences make Good neighbors' .One of my favorite old english proverb.

From a poem by Robert Frost which I had in my 9th Grade English Text.

I was very pleasantly reminded of it today. Frost's'Mending Wall' was the first thing my Urban design proffessor mentioned in class before starting a discussion on Property rights.

Enjoy it!

Mending Wall

Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
"Stay where you are until our backs are turned!"
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of outdoor game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
He is all pine and I am apple-orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, "Good fences make good neighbors."
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
"Why do they make good neighbors? Isn't it
Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down!" I could say "Elves" to him,
But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather
He said it for himself. I see him there,
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, "Good fences make good neighbors."

-- Robert Frost.

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Wassup people..?

I am feeling great.
How about u?

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Boon?Bane?

"..Mommy's baby
Daddy's maybe.."

An Ad I saw this morning at the train station about some DNA paternal testing Laboratory.


Left me feeling sick.

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55 it is..

Tagged by Dushyant to write a 55 word story.
Here it goes:

He was old, frail and all alone. They never went to visit him since the day He was left in that stuffy room; hardly enough room to stretch one's limbs. Not even a window to let the fresh breeze in .Lying on the hard wood, he remembered his loved ones.

He hated that sealed Coffin.

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Truly me

"But when I call upon my DASHING BEING,
out comes the same OLD LAZY SELF,
and so I never know just WHO I AM,nor how many I am,
nor WHO WE WILL BE BEING.
I would like to be able to touch a bell
and call up my real self, the truly me,
because if I really need my proper self,
I must not allow myself to disappear."

Extracted from "we are many" by Pablo Neruda.

See thats truly me, I need other people's words even to describe my own state of being. I'm always at a loss of words. Constantly searching for an expression. Anywhere but my own self......
Sigh!

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The ground beneath her feet

'All my life, I worshipped her
Her golden voice, her beauty’s beat
How she made us feel
How she made me real
And the ground beneath her feet
And the ground beneath her feet

And now I can’t be sure of anything
Black is white, and cold is heat
For what I worshipped stole my love away
It was the ground beneath her feet
It was the ground beneath her feet

Go lightly down your darkened way
Go lightly underground
I’ll be down there in another day
I won’t rest until you’re found

Let me love you true, let me rescue you
Let me lead you to where two roads meet
O come back above Where there’s only love
And the ground beneath her feet
And the ground beneath her feet'

Reading Rushdie's 'Ground beneath her feet.'

of Love and lust and passion..
Rock and Roll and twisted allusions..
So far so good.

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BLANK

When,

I open my blog window and just keep staring at it
up and down , back and forth..

Thoughts come and then just wander away…
I have to try hard to not let them go..

I can never think of the right word
but go on typing anyways, unwillingly…

The few random sentences on the white screen,
Just don’t seem to make any sense…

When nothing seems inspiring…
The urge to express myself retires…

When writing seems to become an obligation..

I pick up the pencil and my notepad..:-)

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Semester starts

Well ,Well ..Summer's over and here I am at my new office at the City of Atlanta.Will be working here for the next one year as a part time intern along with a full course load of 14 credits.
It wont be that bad am sure.:-).

Made a rockin trip to Chicago last week.More about that in the next post.

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THE OUTLET

My river runs to thee:
Blue sea, wilt welcome me?

My river waits reply.
Oh sea, look graciously!

I'll fetch thee brooks
From spotted nooks, --

Say, sea,
Take me!

-Emily Dickinson

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I luv Anagrams..!!

Came across this site today.Enter your choice of words and get a range of rearranged sentences.Absolutely hilarious at times.Here are few of my attempts with Anagrams :

BOLLYWOOD : BOLDLY WOO

BLOGGING : GLIB GONG ;-)

LIFE IN AMERICA: A CEREAL, IF MINI

and I found this one really funny,

VANISHREE: I RASH EVEN..!!

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Its one of those months...

Havnt watched a single movie in three weeks..!! These were the last few which I saw:



Seema

Morning Raga

The Butterfly Effect

Trishul

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Sarkar

Minus the 'System ke bahar reh kar kaam karna' element very similar to the Amrish Puri Anil Kapoor movie 'Virasat'.

Any comments??

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Lota and the Jug

I remember having this discussion about the jug and the lota in the second year of my architectural education during a design workshop. Each with its distinct form essentially highlights its unique design process and the underlying thought.

Consider the Jug, a product of the industrial revolution,the machine age. The mediocre result of a mechanical unthinking process, of a unidirectional thought:

The need-to hold water,the product- a cylinder which makes a stable sturdy container.But whats the use if you cant hold it right..?, the addition, a handle on one side.Then someone realised that one needs to channelize the water to not let it spill.Thus a final alteration to the design- 'the beak.'.Ah! here I have a product which perfectly solves all my needs .

Compare it with the Lota,which has existed for centuries.

The lota is a product of man's creativity, made by his own hands(the stainless steel one is just a replica of the original lota, made on the wheel).One perfect form which solves all the purpse.No unnecesaary additions sticking out- Smooth curves,beginning gently at the bottom and culminating in a widened rim.This rim at the top allows you to hold it with a proper grip ,allows easy pouring and at the same time beautifully articulates the overall form.

Both the lota and the jug serve the same purpose of holding and serving water.Then where lies the difference?

Hands and machine..?
Clay and stainless steel..?
Thinking and Unthinking?
Regional and universal?
Art and technology?

Indian and western thought?

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Yellow Submarine

Had a talk few days back with a friend about the relevance of lyrics of 'Yellow Submarine'

Quickly googled to find out more.

Beatles always claimed that Yellow Submarine was a childrens song. However In a search for the 'deeper meaning' behind the song, fans and critics tried to derive all kinds of cultural and symbolic interpretations of the song. Many consider it having to do with drugs and war. Some environmentally minded groups and peace organizations,also used this 60's song as an anthem against the Vietnam War.

That is that.But here is what Paul Mccartney,the creator of the song had to say about the yellow submarine:

It's a happy place, that's all!

wow!Beatles were such a phenomenon, that at times people read a bit too much into their songs.

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Walk of Life

Just cant seem to get over this song.This is the fifth time since morning, that am listening to it.

"And after all the violence and double talk,
There’s just a song in the trouble and the strife,
You do the walk, you do the walk of life.."
- Dire Straits

Enjoy..!

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and one more..

With Chirayu at CNN studios,Atlanta

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More pics

Vrundi n me at Universal studios,Orlando















Swatu,Vrundi ne me at the GIS lab,Clemson.

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Bees Saal Baad..!!

Now
Then

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Rains!!

Rains.frown.sound.wet.coffee.green.irritate.pure.shiver.warmth.blue.
hot.cuddle.window.thunder.smile.soil.relief.him.colours.silence.walks.
shelter.rythm.music.breeze.puddles.headlights.mood swings.breathe.
mess.longing.water.drench.rainbow.desire.umbrella.nourish.Tarpaulin.
drops.traffic.fierce.dark.calm.sticky.clouds.passion.together.swollen.
numb.floods.gloomy.restless.serene.flow.comfort.washed.clean.Rains.

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River Sutra

Geeta Mehta in her book River sutra captures the Narmada as a breathtakingly beautiful river, most feminine in her movements as she rises in Amarkantak and slithers through the thick jungles and deep gorges in the Vindhyas.The book weaves a set of stories around the myths,folklore and legends associated with the river and reflects the very many cultures, religions and traditions that continue living in the Indian subcontinent.The enchanting tales of love and desire vividly depict life along the banks of the holy river.

Amidst all the political tension that surrounds the river,the everyday stories about the anti-dam activists and the government; it was more than a pleasure to read a very different perspective of Narmada. Of Narmada the river. Narmada a living entity,Narmada a mystery.

Was a delightful read.

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No Love?Know Love!

I know not what they call love..

Love's not magic, not a whim, nor a delusion,
It keeps no secret, it needs no guise.

It is joy, Its a bliss, Love is longing, Despair it is,
Love's Pleasures and smiles, pain and cries.

Love my friend, is the night most enchanting,
The Tiny bright stars, the vast dark skies.

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I know not..

"I know not what they call love..
Every emotion,each passing sensation,I nurture,I tend..
A new meaning, a new discovery..
And into the unknown my thoughts transcend.."

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"Speak to us of Love."

Then said Almitra, "Speak to us of Love." .......

Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips

-Kahlil Gibran(The Prophet)

Why did I post it here today?
Bas Yunhi....

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"SPRING HAPPENED"

"Spring happened.."

Was I too engrossed in my ownself to have realised that?How could I have not noticed those reds and yellows and greens colouring all that was earlier dark and grey and bleaky..
The season is changing and so am I.With spring have come new hopes,new dreams.new aspirations..

A new feeling,its lovely,its colourful. AS beautiful as the spring. I hope it stays,for now,for ever and for ever..

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A DAY MADE

Getting up at nine
A bright sunshine,

A mug full of hot tea ,
as strong as it could be,

lighting the lamp, a small prayer
That silence,as precious and rare,

Rushing for a morning class
The spring flowers, the lovely green grass,

An icecream cone
having it all alone;-)

Few dollars earned
A smile returned,

The long evening walks
Those never ending talks,

A call from a friend
Differences coming to n end,

The corner lamp with its soft glow
A book in hand n places to go,

Thinking about the day in bed
smiling over the things unsaid,

Somebody remembering me far away
is all it takes to make my day..!!

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The w(rite) kinda writing..!!

A few words here,A few words there..
I can write, but is it rite?

Misspelled words,mixed up tenses..
I can write,but is it rite?

A is 'A',B is 'Be', C is 'see', 'D' is'the'...
I can write,but is it rite?

Unusually long sentences,no punctuations..
I can write,but is it rite?

Unedited writings,nnpublished posts..
I can write,but is it rite?

Random thoughts,Weird ideas
I can write,but is it rite?

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Absence

A structure tore down
The rubble, the ruins,the void..
Absence

The winter sneaked in
faded colors, fallen leaves,naked branches..
Absence

I forgot to pray
The dusty tabletop,the parched lamp,the dried flowers..
Absence

A river dried
the bed,the stones, the dead fish..
Absence

A half written verse
random words,meaningless sentences,spilled ink ..
Absence

He never came ..
Absence

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Revelation

Revelation
-Robert Frost

We make ourselves a place apart
Behind light words that tease and flout,
But oh, the agitated hearTill someone really find us out.

'Tis pity if the case require
(Or so we say) that in the end
We speak the literal to inspire
The understanding of a friend.

But so with all, from babes that play
At hid-and-seek to God afar,
So all who hide too well away
Must speak and tell us where they are.

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The week that was

An incomplete,unedited,unpublished post.

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BLACK AND WHITE

JANUARY 15TH 2005

shwaas

4.00 Pm to 7.00 Pm
Maharashtra Mandal,Duluth
400 people-men in suites,women in Zari sarees
Kids,colours,til-gul,sheera, long speeches, celebration.

care.love.relationship.streams.trees.joy.innocence.you.me.city.crowds.understanding.compassion. home. nariyalpaani.vision.sounds.India.Pure.beauty.smells.family.comforts.questions.answers .
aai.attachment.day.sunlight.hope.popsicle.child.breeze.roads.music.future.light.progress.people.
Money.cows.milk.phenyle odour.cars.sight.heart.mind.dhoti.soiled shirts.twinkle.*SURVIVAL *

shwaas tranlates to LIFE.

fight club

1.00 AM to 3.00 A.M
Samy's Dell inspiron laptop
Me,My room,sleeplessness,darkness
coke,comforter,mobile phone,half finished novel

frustration.insane.dark.absured.scars.blood.glares.night.condos.luxury.job.freedom.insomnia.
beer.filth.spirituality.mayhem.disillusion.cult.city.clubs.ciggarettes.misery.destruction.violence
sex. anti-social.soap.scum.sweat.force.brutal.Men.Marla.Tyler.Animals.Hysetrical.brain.wild
disorder.alter ego.shit.bruise.disturbing.live wires.dynamite.hell.cry.nitrid acid.*SURVIVAL*

realized,this could also mean LIFE.

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