environmental education

the shit has obviously hit the proverbial fan if environmental education is now a mandatory course in school! Attending a panel discussion at at 'Quotes from the Earth', a toxics links film festival at IIC on whether environmental education is confined to moral relativism, i really got thinking . . . walking through the pristine jungles of Arunachal, watching first hand the tussle between instinct and rationale the striking similarities between a Heideger speech on the duality of thought and the development conundrum suddenly gleamed strikingly clear! Education, not just environmental education has suddenly taken on devil like proportions in my mind. With that on my mind, sitting through the panel discussion the nagging thought was that there is a nice fancy rug and sitting on top of it we discuss the state of the floor.

The focus of the discussion seemed to be on how exam oriented education is and that takes its tole on a sensitive subject like environment. Real experiences being invaluable in disseminating any meaningful environmental awareness. Now here I am wondering back to my school days where by class nine pretty much half my class was on full fledged IIT or Medical preparation, all set to don the professional jacket and go out into the world and join in the shining growth we glimmer in these days! As David Orr puts it, the sustainability of a person's life style is inversely proportional to their educational qualifications! Adding an environmental education syllabus to the whole shebang is nothing but a mild placebo at best. Not without its evils though as an engineer with a vague environmental consciousness is probably far better at disguising the impacts of development than his merrily oblivious brother.

Another thing which seemed strange to me is how lopsided the understanding of the word environment is. People just don't figure, nor do adapted environments like urban scapes. Its all wild life and forests, rivers and wetlands. If social disparity, human habitat and development is not seen as part of the environment in this day and age i fear we are cuddling up in an imaginary world.

Not to be defeatist, i feel that education really needs a revamp. The relevance of the schooling system and higher education should be thrashed around a bit . . . linguistic skills, basic mathematics and the like form an essential skill set with which you could say call someone literate. Why that requires a 12 year education beats me. I may be ignoring the need for an educated elite for the time being but that really has enough going for it anyway! A 3 year syllabus without the exams and competition, aimed at simply imparting literacy and basic education should really be made out. Now that it seems we might actually have a census of everyone in the country, Mr Sibal should make sure that all the kids have the opportunity to avail of this stripped down syllabus. Further education should like most first world countries be divided into academic and professional. Why are our masons not trained? Or our mechanics? Its sad to see great mechanics languishing in their old age when they could be teaching or researching . . . In not the disparity in pay scale directly linked to the undervaluation of manual professions . . . should this not be the goal? Rather than continually train armies of engineers who then need environmental education to rein them in from their inherently consumerist progress driven education! The last thing which I feel is really important is the localisation of education. Being an architect, it is probably in my field more than any other (apart from agriculture) that I see the disconnect with local knowledge having the most dire impacts. The concrete boom fuelled by the large corporates and government policy gives us a world we aspire towards. Now I can't take away the dream of a comfortable home free from the worry of the rain carrying away your roof or snakes hiding in the corners, but I know that a solution to local problems exists in every situation, maybe it is concrete maybe it isn't! Empowering the local knowledge base and integrating it with the present is the way forward. Strikingly, all the engineers I met in arunachal come from a rich tradition in bamboo craft, house building, the works . . but in one short generation with the aid of education they have lost all interest in the craft. It is all but alien to them. So instead of a promising tribal youth who has studied engineering working on innovative ways to take the bamboo craft further, he is simple alienated from it all together.

Sometimes the mind really needs a purge . . . cheerios for bearing :)

january brrr

its that time of the year again when i can heave a sigh of relief and comprehend why it is i live in this city after all! the biting chill!

i'm sure there is no cause to elaborate on the striking imbalance that the temperature curve of our beautiful city has towards the hellishly hot! so if nothing else it is for the contrast that really get the winters going. But then this is no ordinary winter is it? You guessed it, the delhi metro is what has really transformed it for me. Its like walking suddenly got catapulted up the transportation ladder . . way up. Isn't that just la dee da . . . now i can go for a 10 minute walk and find myself on a train to chandni chowk. And what is it with the clean clothes, lack of groping, spitting even staring is decidedly on the decline. I never realised it would be that simple to tether the endless mass of people unburdened by civic sense or god forbid politeness!

Then you walk out of the saket station to find a row of 10 dudes peeing right on the main road! So its only till the confines of the brightly lit sanitised corridors policed by the CISF that this sea change has its hold. But hey in the winter even the piddle centrals don't smell as much!

The street food is another of the reasons . . the endless array of small eats and the insatiable hunger that accompanies the cold just ice the walking cake!

I just wonder when Delhi will actually get Buskers and street art . . . even if only for 3 months a year!!

2010 hippy hoppy

a year . . 365 sunrises . . :) i love looking at disaster and rationalising it! one its a fun past time, making the sublimely ridiculous fit some kind of reason and the other is the obvious excess of ridiculous disaster!!

that said, it been a great year . . lots of walking coupled with healthy doses of doing absolutely nothing, ok maybe too healthy!! all the same, 2010 is not going to be a year i forget in a hurry . . . there is a certain charm to coming of age i suppose :)

now that's just the way it is . . . there is no turning back!

peace to gypsy, hopefully some to duryodhan as well . . . !!

there comes a smile
that holds your breath
hard to fathom
impossible to get . . .

grease or snow

Wipe my ass with grease or snow

Just advertise it with a neon glow

Harp about it or shrink within

The market’s got us spiraling

Out control of even common sense

Collars will feed as the planet it bends

Corporate nonsense packaged and sold

Inciting a greed with no use for the old

Disposable, pre rigged, obsolete, out of fashion

Insane methinks what to do but cash in

Shantiniketan

I came to take a look at Sohei’s system and left with so much more . . . Just came from a meeting with the government chemist on apam napat’s wbsite . . he was a bit cagey about talking about his secrets as so many Indian scientists seems to be, but I gave him a bit of my mind and soon he was fascinating me with his list of inventions . . purifying activated filter wall for a well . . . micro water purifier based on the nakamoto model. He also seemed to be very involved with ground water extraction and the effects it seemed to have on their way of life. The ground water in shantiniketan varies from 10 feet below to 30 feet below the surface. There are a million lakes large and small all over the place! Their sewage of course flows into these lakes and then into the rivers. Sreeni’s segregated tanks with the aerobic and anaerobic filters would work like a charm here! I tried to sell hi the idea bit by bit. An indo german joint venture water supply scheme has been founded in the town, but it draws ground water and pipes it to the people, which people can already see the effects off in their declining water table. The irony is astounding, in a place which has never known water shortage, to pump up the ground water in a centralized large scale manner and pipe it across the city is sheer wastefulness of resources. At a huge human and evironment cost as professor chandan pointed out the further the water table recedes the less productive the soil becomes.

Sohei’s new water tower project is also interesting, drawing water from a water wheel in the river, thus eliminating the need for electricity. The ideas Sohei has are indeed noble but dealing with Indian conditions and the execution standard here as well as the apathy of maintenance can reduce the greatest ideas to ruins!

What can be done, a simple pond based water treatment system and community level water treatment plants seems to be the obvious answer. It would best come from the municipality, but that’s a whole new story. If a german company can make water extraction and treatment plants then I figure an Indian one could try its hand at sustainable water supply and treatment systems too . . . it would have to be il&fs type touts, actually not really, through high level government links a lot can be achieved in the dimension of greasing municipal wheels!

The earliest yoghurts were probably spontaneously fermented by wild bacteria.

I am horrified at the way we breed and reproduce our ancestral bacteria and eat them alive . . . curd is truely the epitome of all evil. bacteria hamari mata hai. look on the tip of any nandi's nose and you'll know what i'm talking about . . . but then maybe we all need to get rid of our intestines . . . now wouldn't that be nice . . 6.3 billion human corpses . . bacteria party . . . what are you waiting for . . . insert hand swiftly and brutally and remove all bacteria!!

Gaumukh

5 years on I saw with my own eyes how a glacier recedes . . quite something . . its caved in completely from 2005 . . . amounting to a recession of around 30m is my estimate!!

Common wealth

Of countries conquered by the royal crown

Suffocated bled and left to drown

Wealth was there

Most everywhere

Just not for any yellows blacks or browns

Small wonder then that we are still to find

Prosperity with noses to the grind

Steal while you can

From god or man

From masters we have learnt to ape the blind

Shortsighted though we find ourselves

Raiding our own pantry shelves

Not just a pun

It has begun

The hunger wells as we descend to hell!

Of cities roads and stadiums large and small

Tenders contracts brother have them all

Skim off the top

And hear the pop

Sand for mortar bubbly flows a ball

No wonder then that roofs cave in

Roads just crumble and we begin

To have repute

As black as soot

Substandard work is wherein lies the sin

a billion

In a country of a billion people, all aspiring towards a first world lifestyle, the impossibility of the situation is striking. Not only are there not enough resources to go around, the very basis of the development module followed by the west is discriminatory, and it would come crashing down way before everybody could reap the benefits.

That is not in any way to say that the standard of living and prosperity of the common man can not be vastly improved. It just requires a sea change in the way the ideals of development are envisaged and the benchmarks for progress are set.

Rather than aspire to burn fossil fuels at the rate an american does or deplete ocean resources like the Japanese, one should treasure our sustainable lifestyle and strive to enhance it from within.

The average Indian uses far less natural resources than any first world citizen. Be it fossil fuels, water, productive land or ocean. Instead of trying to indescriminately increase the amount of resources consumed one should be trying to maximise the standard of living through a participatory and bottom up technical revolution.

We send our children to schools and colleges in order that they may get educated and have a better life than us their agrarian or woking class parents. When will we realise that we are creating an army of diguised slackers who sit in government jobs and produce precious little. Even say the child does do well and fein a direction in life and make a good living, he is still working up a path made by colonial powers, a path of discrimination and inequality. A path which is simply not designed to be inclusive or for that matter relevant to the context of our country.

The child thus grows up to be a disllusioned youth, unemployed or finding himself reduced to 'menial labour' after the promise of a white collar job and an assured income. Should we not stop weaning our youth away from a plethora of indigenous knowledge and life systems in order that he may ape the west and turn out a lost baseless adult without a clue as to where he fits in?

Paris,

Or rather Europe, as its my first experience is as developed, actually more so than I had imagined. There seems to be so much order in the city. Such an old city at that. I know Delhi is an old city, but that's not eve in the same league. Much older though it is, the medival ruins and ravaged old cities of Delhi are far from the development miracles of Paris. Streets shake beneath my feet disconcertingly as i drink cider in a roadside bar at 4 inches above the cycle track at Denfert Rocherau. Thousads of skeletons lie buried beneath me, not to mention 3 metro lines including a direct high speed RER to the airport De Gaule. It really is amazing to see the order that prevails in the public space. there are lights every where and people actually follow rules. Not tat it is stayed, there is every it of individuality and acts against the system, yet these come grounded in a basic order and a highly evolved sense of space usage in order to maximise throughput. There are a lot of cars, the buses huge as tey are run on te tiniest of streets. But everyone has a place, and every one has a light. No one horns at each other and they literally wait at empty crossings. but the time it takes them travel is drastically reduced. at any rate the tension involved definitely is.

The metro system is amazing too, evidently displaying the sheer wealth amassed by the colonial empire . . . it is so convenient, and it cuts across the reasonably large city with ease and fluency. Merged with the velos on hire and pavemets ad curb cuts every where, it makes for an amazingly convenient and efficient system. I saw a senior governmnet official with a fancy hands free on the most unassuming of cycles, busily talking into his hands free. Can we ever raise the standard of our cities, our people to this level. Its desirable i will have to admit, there's so much in it for all of us, but the fact that there are way too many of us looms large. Left skint broke by British, with a currency worth nothing, I don't know why the world revolves as it does, but I sure don't like it! Perhaps we need to evolve a drastically different strategy . . . 

When I see musicians in the metro or poor people begging, I again wonder how these people are poor. Dressed properly, drinking some fancy looking wine often playing some freaky instrument. I saw a duo with a double bass and a accordion! And there was a folk singer belting out David Bowie in Chatlet, full with amp and mic. In the blistering chilly air that thunders down the subterranean tunnels the music takes on an ethereal charachter, very timeless. Rushing to and fro some kissing, a few lingering on to hear the song, magical. 

Parc de la villete and the suburbs today! And hopefully the Gare du Orse :)

graffiti in delhi

Graffiti

The art of painting on walls. Subversive. Explosive. Infantile yet skilled.

Only recently have the youth in Delhi got their hands on the can and headed out to do some serious tagging. The drop in the price of what's known as a dollar can, influx of graffiti tourism is what I can figure . . . and of course the city obliging us with flyovers practically everywhere! Zine was the first tag I noticed around and it spread all over the place, followed by a bunch of others adorning or defacing to some the walls of the city at large.

Over the last six months I have seen more and more appear, elaborate signatures, scrawled tags, artistic stencils, jilted romantics, plain trippers and even spread the message evangelists are now to be seen on this once virgin and seemingly infinite canvas. Perhaps it’s a case of you only see what you want to, but I have always had the impression that graffiti was a first world game and unless some political cause or religious fervor was fueling the adventurous, it remained in college campuses and gents rest rooms.

We paint with brushes and blackboard paint, it’s the cheapest, I remember as a kid writing up save the narmada slogans to protest the sardar sarovar dam. Slap slap with a brush to get the message across. In Calcutta, the writing on the wall, though invariably undecipherable to a non Bengali was that of inherently artistic people. In Delhi we have none of that! The most common graffiti I saw as a kid growing up in Delhi was FUCK OFF, often misspelled and I'm guessing scrawled by some drunk with left over spray paint from a car touch up. It wasn't till I hear of the wall project in Bombay that I realised what Delhi is missing out on. Far from artistic creativity, in Delhi most obvious graffiti walls function as urinals. From this we shall rise!!

Let us all rejoice in being toys, and letting our voice be heard. Let cars not rule our planet, let the haze of oil and its myriad incarnations be lifted, let us produce for once not consume . . . at the risk of sounding like Obama, we need a change.

iminent doom :-)

Daily consumption of Oil stands at a staggering 90 million barrels a day
Out of which USA guzzles over 20, China 7.5, Japan 5, Russia, Brazil, Germany, Canada and India around 2.5!

And production peaked at 80 mb/day last year!

with an approximate 250 billion barrels, that gives us 3000 days or less than 10 years at consumption levels . . . in short . . . OIL IS OUT!!

And in case you're thinking 'ok, i'll walk and cycle', oil is electricity, its plastic, its even food in lots of cases and it is definitely trade . . . collapse of the world as we know it is imminent :-)

I'm pretty sick of it anyway, there are too many people and too much isolation! Living in a city of 16 million and feeling alone is a paradox that is going to get us! Well at any rate the earth and life will survive, and we deserve to die for all the life we've snubbed out so what the hell ;-)

What really gets me is fully aware of this USA continues the thermodynamic whoopee with fossill fuels, waging wars to secure the same! When you're up against a wall you can really become myopic!!

YOKOMONO - sound composition with 30 auto-rickshaws

pin parvati

19 05 09

delhi to pulga

pulga is half an hour walk across the river from barseni, the road end. we stayed at the forest rest house above the village (get permission from the forest office in Bhuntar). An old world wood and stone bungalow set above the village, really nice place, spent the day exploring the swagini maidan and trying to get as much altitude gain as possible. the fresh bread and pizza at pulga took us by surprise.

21 05 09

pulga to khirganga

12 km - 6hrs

a well defined path embarks from barsheni up the parvati, there is also a smaller path on the opposite side, but we were warned of avalanches. up till nakthan the climb amongst boulders and the odd patch of forest is on the easy side. after crossing the river there is a steep ascent to the top of the ridge where the khirganga hot spring emerges. we got a room in the only untented building masquerading as a dharamshala which had apparently been lost to an avalnche a few years previously. we spent the next day at khirganga again climbing up past some meadows above the hot spring and its assortment of shacks.

23 05 09

khirganga to tunda bhuj and on to laile

18km - 7 hrs

picturesque forest climb interespersed with a few meadows and several streams where we met the gaddi just getting ready to go further up. we reached the meadow of tunda bhuj at around 12:30 and decided to move on. the next two hours we walked out of the tree line and across the river onto this large meadow with several campsites. it then proceeded to rain on us and the weather worthiness of our tent was seriously tested, it did make it through despite us having to line it with our plastic sheets in several different spots depending on the occasion!

24 05 09

lalie to pandu pul

6km - 4 hours

amid our attempts to find a suitable glacier poking stick, obviously after crossing the tree line, and vain attempts to dry our tent, we managed to leave the grassland. going down to cross the river to thakur kuan on a cable span where we met the last of the gaddi's. a couple of hours walking along the valley with kullu eiger looming ahead and we reached the massive boulder bridge on the parvati famed as pandu pul. here we were engulfed in a sudden snowstorm which forced us to take shelter in a cave shelter with copious snow and ice for company. the storm was intermittent, but came down reenvigorated ever half an hour or so forcing us to camp outside the cave. when it cleared we managed to get enough fire wood for dinner, though we had to use the muddy parvati water as the nearest clear stream was across the river and down the valley, 20 minutes away.

25 05 09

pandu pul to bara dwari thatch

10km - 6hrs

the walk past the eiger and the onto the final stretch of the parvati river has a spectacular view of the two parallell ridges of the mantalai damn bisecting the valley with the parvati glacier beyond. after the initial climb from the pandu pul, much of the way is level meadow, but large snowfields forced us to ascend on morraine and scree. by early afternoon, we reached the large boulder patch just before the mantalai dam, decided not to proceede further as the afternoon is not conducive for beginning a walk on the glacier! camped near the river at bara dwari thatch cooked up dinner in gale force winds, pondered over which valley we would have to turn into and turned in.

26 05 09

bara dwari thatch to mantalai

5km - 5hrs

Walking along the parvati, we ascended the parallell ridges to view the spectacular frozen mantalai and the undulating snow fields of the receeding parvati glacier all covered in fresh snow. slowly poking our way forward through rapidly softening snow, we found an open temple poking through the snow. true to schedule at 13:30 the snow engulfed us, seemingly coming from all directions! desperate searches for shelter bore no fruit, and we had to clutch our plastic sheets and plod on till we found a campsite. A small rocky meadow with a semi frozen lake as water supply, overlooking the nallah we had to cross to get any further. Here I undertook the adventure of making rotis for dinner!

27 05 09

mantalai to glacial camp 1

An early start down to the stream which was forded with due numbness of feet following. reached the base of the off shoot valley to the east that we had identified from the survey of india map, opposite the hanging glacier. Slowly traversing up the steepening snow slope, we saw what appeared to be the lowest point in the snow ridge ahead. We mistakenly tried to approach it instead of skirting around on the rocky ridge, and hard snow did us in, a 30 foot fall arrested by a gap in the snow field where a naullah was gushing down. Some drying out and then some rock slimbing got us to the top of the ridge predictably to see a whole lot more climbing ahead! Done in for the day we decide to camp to some apectacular views of the parvati running down from mantalai.

28 05 09

camp1 to camp 2

melted lots of water and amidst cups of hot tea and biscuits made off by 8:30. 3 hours of solid climbing up on steadily softening snow and we ascended into what felt like a glacial meadow with a gateway in the ridge leading onto the to the main glacier at the far end. Prespiring from a tiring climb and running out of water, we were suddenly in a white out. Painfully we made it through the strong winds to a seemingly secure spot behind a snow mound on the far side near the gap in the ridge.

30 05 09

camp 2 to camp 3

It snowed down on us that night, and the next morning it continued till 10:00. we were getting worried as we were getting on to emergency stocks and retreat was looming, but it cleared and we were quickly off. Through the gap in the ridge and onto the most spectacular glacier cradled amidst high mountains, but no sooner had we taken in the view it dissapeared in a white out. We were forced to sit out the day in our tent and it finally cleared only once the sun had moved into setting mode.

30 05 09

across the pass to chochden

18km - 8hrs

Camped at 5000 m we slept fitfully to wake up to a spectacular panoramic view the chortens of the pass visible on the near ridge. Shoes frozen solid, we didn't put them in the sleeping bags, we waited for the sun to thaw them up a bit. Down and up to the pass, across the vast glacier, skirting round a huge depression just under the pass. Spell bound by the view at the pass, we glissaded down to the pin in no time. The survey map indicdated staying on the right bank of the pin but it appeared too snow bound for us and we crossed over. This proved fortituous as there was a discernable path and we made good headway on the scree interspersed with snow nullahs. As we approached the bend in the valley where the trail to bhaba valley disappears into an enticing valley we met a pair of yaks. There are several camp grounds, but the streams appear and dissapear mysteriously behind massive piles of scree. We camped above the bridge.

30 05 09

chochden to mud

12km - 4hrs

all along the road lined with green and purple mountains the walk was an easy downhill barring a few snow cornices which cost lengthy detours and adventures on scree. Crossing into mud we found that we were the first people to cross this season . . . too early.

tamatar te baingan

chilli

a plant i flew down from guwahati a year ago, its such a gratifying feeling specially since its extremely chilly ;-)

to revive a dead blog

back to the urban jungle of Khirkee extension . . . it never ceases to amaze me. the diversity, density and discernible random juxtaposition of disparate and vastly different contexts under the towering apartments vying each other to stake claim to the skies over roads shaped out of generations of muck!

its no place to live, but fascinating none the less . . . the contrast of the glittering mall that has sprung up across the road further intensifies the complete lack of control and warped scales that our city functions within.

a decade on

i got back on my cycle today, '98 is the last time i can remember riding it. nice sleek street bike, bsa mach 1. a decade of lying on my mom's landing, and it cost me just 600 bucks to get it back on the road . . . its going to take a bit more to get me into shape though, i damn near passed out by the time i reached vasant kunj from yusuf sarai!
well the plan is to do some mountain biking . . . lets see how far that goes, but i think a week of early morning rides is definately in order, its a nightmare otherwise, in the day i mean to ride a cycle!

TWS's

o ‘Bavdis’, ‘Jhalaras’ and ‘Khadins’ fed by artificial shallow aquifers in Rajasthan

o ‘Karez’ or ‘Quanat’ system of tapping distant aquifers in Quetta, Baluchistan

o ‘Kuis’ ‘kunds’ and the par system of Rajasthan and Gujarat

o ‘Eris’ and ‘oornis’ rainwater harvesting tanks in Tamilnadu

o ‘Surangams’, the horizontal wells of Kasargod, Kerala

o Runoff collecting ‘Zabos’ and Indigenous bamboo drip irrigation ‘Cheo-ozihi’ in the North East

o ‘Virdhas’ which isolate potable water in the saline regions of Kutch

o ‘Katas’, ‘Mundas’ used by the Gond tribes to maximize the use of the annual monsoon

o Roof top rain water harvesting of ‘palar pani’ in havelis and temples

o Interconnected rainwater tank systems in Mandu and Chittaurgarh forts

water

Water is essential for civilization, and has governed the settlement pattern and urban form over the years. The mark of a good Monarch after his defense has got to be his prowess at irrigation. A perennial water supply, bountiful harvest, pleasure palaces (what we would call air con today!) all attributed to this marvelous substance which has enveloped our planet, cushioning it from the big bad universe.

Addressing population in developing cities

Living in the dense metropolises of the day, rapidly growing with scarce if any real planning and in many cases infrastructure. Grids of tube wells puncture the earth, glacial fed rivers have been reduced to toxic wetlands, water is carted around in trucks across our cities at increasing prices. What was available at a road side ghada at the chowk is now in a 10 rupee bottle which is a large constituent of the ever piling landfills. The dreadful condition we have descended to and I say descended because (before we were colonized and presented with a bureaucracy) pre globalisation our cities were quite the model water systems. The Old Delhi railway station was after all built on the Roshnara bagh. Chandni chowk itself had a canal flowing through the centre. I’ll admit the stresses to the environment were negligible in those days, I’m not shunning development either but give a man an inch and he’ll take the mile. Apathy and indifference of the average person is facilitated by a sewage system, piped water and hopefully an stp of some sort. Traditional systems are steadily disappearing most get built over in the urban sprawl, some get pillaged for material others just lie defunct.

Learning from some of the age old systems for maximising the utility of rain water and aquifers alike may not be as far away as it looks today!

withdrawal

monday 07:30 hrs 070708
one week out of a two year rut, and the shakes are kicking in.

.Delhi
.Orcha
.Jamudi
.Dindori
.Anuppur
.Amarkantak
.Khajuraho
.Delhi

Mahua

don't read this one . . .

i'm hoping you're listened to me, otherwise i'm going to be in a lot of trouble . . . the thing is i really give up, i can't figure it out at all . . . . i'm at the proverbial 'loss' . . !

one needs a dad i guess . . . . i feel so nomad, rooted beyond belief yet disconnected . . . . not three . . . . but 4 dots . . . ! i tried reading

Desmond Morris

(the naked ape) to see if at least i could get the monkey things right! it did make me feel better i must admit, but no answers . . . what d'u say when our earth gives up on us? if we were made to procreate, why don't i feel the urge? not small tinges . . . the need to root, spread and infect the world with more screaming kids which turn into polluting humans? doesn't somehow sound real anymore . . . forgive me . . . !

the need to absolve intensity with reason

trash the stable . . . shake the still

no the birds gave up ages ago . . . and yes mumbo jumbo . . . hot . . . .
i think i shouldn't do this . . .

aaaarrrrrr

Fuming . . . fury. raving mad

sore. in love. wish i had . . .

to throw away. still be in need
selfless pitiful insatiable greed

i want it all. to deal. discard
use and throw. packaged lard.

chanelise it. make it pay.
get the wings, fly away . .

riding reckeless, one way road
the climb's over . . . over load

outlaw

run run baby
they'll make me pay
rub my nose in it
time of day

i need to flee
fake . . . take off

Tryst with corbu . . !

Well here I am . . . in Chandigarh, supposedly the mecca of urban planning in India. As fate would have it I’m here to accomplish one of the most convoluted and despicable tasks. Fake drawings for approval of an obscenely opulent tempelesque golf course resort at manesar for the mammoth Indian tobacco company. I can hardly decide what part of it is more loathsome!

Well there is this architect here (Mr. Verma) an old dude who as been at it since Corbusier got his way . . . his setup is quite interesting, Joshi ji his pahari major domo is actually what I mean. His take on Corbusier is a far cry from what we are lead to believe in college . . . anyone could have cut the land into rectangles (read 'burfi to koi bhi kat sakta hai'), that’s hardly urban planning he says . . . he also systematically took apart the framing controls, lack of an expansion policy and the sheer lack of understanding of an Indian town structure.

Camp Bharat is up pretty much the same street, big American architect trying to make a Indian style hotel in India . . . go figure

There are a few things which strike me as distinctly strange about the place . . . the sheer lack of identity borne with unfettered uniformity across the city. All markets look the same, streets and crossings could be any other, the most harsh surroundings for someone new to a city. It reminds me of one argument I heard for the organic Indian urbanism, read Islamic urbanism that said the galis were narrow and winding to threaten invaders and make the city more secure. In a perverse 20^th century way, le corb seems to have done exactly tat. And 50 or so years since, the place is still pretty characterless, though it has been invaded by biharis and nepalis and just about any strereotype you could see in an average Indian city, somehow nothing seems in place, its like a people undergoing continuous adjustment.

But one thing i must say corbu figured out . . . road cross sections . . . 2 lane per direction for MV traffic (including buses), segregated NMV lanes, adequate pavements and generous ROW's with double layered planting . . . low pavements with kerb cuts, round abouts at all the intersections, only one entry per face for each sector . . . service lanes at commercial areas . . . quite impressive, its not as if i'm going there for the first time, but first time after i learnt how roads work . . !

and so many trees . . . variety and abundance . . . joy!

daredevils sentiaps - del - punjab 180508

But just imagine what Virender Sehwag would be going through at the moment. He bowled that one over and that turned the tables completely. There was no need to get two spinners in action and he could have so easily managed with Mishra bowling from one end. Sehwag conceded 22 in one over and that was a deadly punch really!

It's not raining at the moment, it's not drizzling too. It's just a mizzle and when I say that, it means that there are only a few spots of rain in the air. The rain was never heavy enough for the play to be called off.

Yuvraj Singh is absolutely livid with the work of the groundsmen here. He wants the main covers to come onto the square rightaway, the game has been called off, I just can't understand why the groundsmen are delaying things.

Virender Sehwag is not happy with the ongoings at the moment, the rain has eased out for sure. The umpires are not happy with the groundsmen here, the covers haven't yet been pulled in.

Kings XI are ahead of the D/L Equation by 6 runs now. So, if the game stops here, Punjab will race away with a win in this contest.

It was constantly raining right from the start, now the intensity has picked up. The umpires confer in the middle and they have signalled the groundsmen to bring on the covers.

unsure yet insecure

think ahead, look behind
find the thread, try refine
start anew, try reskew
draw it tight, redefine . .

in a hole walls closing in
geyser rush the air is thin
i find myself fresh as dew
feigning fighting giving in

we all have crutches, big and small
virtues are the biggest fall
chances came and them i blew
regret nothing, regret it all

as i rhyme i start to think
rising only just to sink
niravana, kids to name a few
directionless . . . at the brink

cv

Tarun Jayaram

Born: 09 10 '79

Address: C1/4, SDA, New Delhi – 110016

School:

'84 to '89 mirambika, Aurobindo Ashram, New Delhi

'90 to 97 Mother's International School, Aurobindo Ashram, New Delhi

College:

'98 to '04 School of Planning and Architecture, Delhi

Work ex:

'97 Pradeep Sachdeva Design Associates, Khirki village, New Delhi

'99 Bindia Thapar

'00 IM Chisti

'04 Water Heritage Series

'04 to '06 Blox Architects – startup firm with three partners

'05 '06 Assistant Curator APJ Media Gallery, Badarpur border, Delhi

Art Director – 'For Real' Sundance motion picture Directed by Sona Jain

'06 to '08 Pradeep Sachdeva Design Associates

Skills:

Multi instrumentalist with a strong background in Indian rhythm

CAD, DTP, Solid Modelling, Video editing, Strategy games and p2p

Rock climbing, trekking and Bike touring

Photography processing and printing

Bamboo working, dying, pottery, paper craft and model making

old school

Some pen and ink renderings coloured in with pencil colours . . . SK Singh
Really amazing what the hand can capture, and how the relevance of the medium is questioned in this day and age, where digital visualisation is taking over . . . it really is heartening to see something which restores your faith in what could be termed a 'waning belief' in the hand . . . not to take away from the monoliths of meghalaya or the river brahmaputra in guwahati, but i can just imagine making a 3d . . . its just a different planet . . . it is all about communication after all, and 2d representations are only for the trained eye, with a hand like that, all barriers of communication with a layman are pretty much shattered . . . truly impressed . .

. . . they are 15 minute sketches too!

do onions have seeds . . ?

yes and really pretty flowers too . . .

.od

what if . . . maybe . . . say suppose . . .
the earth just stopped and spewed some prose
incoherent violent blows
in your ears and out your nose
.reeling .faint .raw .exposed
take your time .overdose.
what to do . . . that’s how it goes

u couldn’t care . . . I am nose

a blatant lie .from friend .to foe
crippled by the scathing blow
burn my boat .row row row
sinking fast down .Down below
disbelief .I cannot know
far away .heave and throw
I plant descent .u watch it grow

Internalize it .let it show

sop of sorts

Masters in sustainable urbanism

Born and brought up in India, a country of vast variety and diverse history brought together by the British who left us united and equipped to deal with the developing world. The sheer lack of efficiency of the bureaucracy we inherited is the only reason for the survival of indigenous knowledge which otherwise fails to find a position in the rapidly modernising and densifying urban scenario in the subcontinent.

Water, land and air the main commodities of an urban realm are no longer easily available, and scarcity is the name of the game. Pollution and dirt spreads around us, landfills pile up, the night sky disappears.

The scary part is that the explosion seems to have just kicked off . . . rearing to go our cities are growing at unprecedented rates . . . the prices continue to rise, and all of a sudden people from around the world seem to want to come here . . . far from planned our urban centers are ill prepared for the rapid densification that ensues, developers and builders far outrun desperately struggling municipalities . . .

. . . amidst all this, the average Indian has an amazingly low standard of living consuming next to nothing as compared to his first world counterpart . . . as we shape our urban form around our heritage, our unique situation and adaptive nature needs to be incorporated to customise our cities according to our requirement. Aping the first world with inadequate resources and a paradigm away in requirement, we are bound to come up short in all regards.

To address issues of natural resources (water, land, air, life . . . ), waste, mobility within the context of a developing country with regard to the inherent tradition of urbanism . . .

solving the puzzle

the americans seem to have invented most of the trusses, but this japanese program 'goya' is an amazing tool for calculating the resultant stresses in the members of the truss . . . slowly simone's truss is starting to make sense, though i haven't been able to model it yet . . . the positive stresses are tension and the negative compression . . ! though most of these trusses are loaded from within not from above . . .

the simone section

someone help me figure out which members are in tension and which are in compression . . . !

guadua

back from madras . . . revit ready, and plunging headlong into a simon velez bamboo roof . . . now thats life . . . :-) we got the fastest machine i've seen in office too, core 4 4gb ram workstation board . . . rocks, generated a dtm of guwahati riverfont in under a minute. but it makes you realise that the human brain is on a different planet, and computing is almost barking up the wrong tree its that far behind. working out the bamboo truss to support the roof of boss' farm house, the grinding grey cells could not be substituted both for end result and sheer gratification. standing on the scaffolding, bolting the bamboo into place with wheat field swaying in the breeze all around, the rustle of leaves in the back ground, really . . . no substitute for the real thing . . .

சென்னை

i know you can't read tamil, and neither can i . . . it says madras up there i think . . .
well i've been here a couple of days, and its starting to seep in, the salty breeze, alien language, crowded streets lined with the variety of a typical indian metropolis. coming from delhi its a pleasent drop in pace though. they've had a metro since the 30's . . . go figure. well i walked the marina beach, and i don't think i've seen a beach that large anywhere . . . and its full of people, fishermen to couples . . . vadapalini is where i'm based, close on nungambakam. but t nagar is where its at as far as i can gather.

. . . off to kanchipuram, dusty temple town north of madras . . .
;-)

ओये . . . क्या चल रहा है?
अबे फोनेटिक फॉण्ट मिल गया । । । कूल !
ऐसे थो हम हिन्दी आराम से टाइप कर सकते हैं, हिंगलिश figure आउट करना होगा । । । पढ़ना थोड़ा फिघ्त है!
चल । । । पूर्ण विराम फॉर डॉट डोट डॉट इस a bit much थौघ
हाउ दो इ गेट बेक टू इंग्लिश । । । हेल्प । । ।
अस्दास्द

page 44

reading through a pdf by tripp . . .

. . . nanded municipality wanted broader mv lanes (we had proposed 5.5m) . . . fire tender and ambulance must pass together . . . that's the reason i heard . . . ! so i got curious about the ambedkar nagar delhi gate corridor . . . . what are they going to give us i wondered . . .

. . . 5.5m wide mv's . . . yup . . . better believe it . . . 6.75 most of the time, but reserve the right to be silent . . . 5.5

they will definately do one thing though . . . and this is a big one . . .

. . . unify the cross section, with a priority to pedestrians.

if you have actually checked out page 44, just notice the carriage way, the lack of level drops is striking if you're used to looking at delhi road cross sections. a 450mm high curb is standard. 150 max in the hcbs corridor. at grade pedestrian crossings. narrow mv's make smooth and medium speed traffic . . . it should work i say . .

. . ;-)

foot in mouth

it sounds very obvious . . .
. . . but where my mouth gets me sometimes . . . . i think my foor would also not get in . . . !

machines no love, no grace

A crisp evening, at the cusp of one of the rare pleasant days in delhi. Biking back from ITO just past midnight, to vasant kunj; i encountered a series of events which all seemed to tell the same story.

Now you are one of two types of people . . . either you are in charge of a machine, or you're not. The type of machine you have may vary, and vary they do. But vulnerability is largely proportional to the size of the machine.

The most drastic determining quality would have to be the presence of an internal combustion engine. cycles is to motorcycles, more drastically carts to cars. Not however to undermine the import of private vs. public owned machines. here they begin to be called modes.

Well coming back to the drive, as i turned to out from behind times of india, an auto toppled, screaming women and a crowd tipping back the vehicle from its turtled position . . . this had an impact on me, and i broke the red light driving cautiously at the right extreme of the left lane. it struck me that there used to be a board at ITO that displayed the number of people lost to the roads, 4 a day used to be the usual figure 5 years ago, i think it would still be the same. improved safety and roads causing a deficit made up for by increase in population. so i decided to study the road on the way back and see if i could establish a pattern . .

the pattern in the use of public space in .the city.

'pockets of private space linked by webs complex mixtures of the two'

space that has been given ownership of to large elected municipalities, to the mercy of the PWD, and nameless others. All of whom provide essential services without which the metropolis of millions would .screech .all of which we pay for anyhow.

transportation is the crux of this public space. Cities like currencies work on the movement of capital. money is replaced by everything you can imagine, for the city moves it all. even the money is transported through our public space in heavily armoured machines. not to mention people, electricity, shit, water the list is endless . . .

exiting india gate on shahjahan road, i encountered three glowing ice cream vendors set in a triangular formation on the left lane. The middle one touching the bus line as if a centre forward attacking the fast lane. this left two lanes for traffic, more than sufficient, i passed within a meter of the cart doing 50. Now shahjahan road opposite upsc has pavements behind lutyens trees and generous ROW's. but its here that they stand ready to attack a drive by, forcing a bottleneck and thus business.

Caught up in thought, steadily right of left lane a beep disconcertingly near revealed a white innova rapidly approaching . . . banking out of the way i realised sometimes the fast lane is the safer place to be. by now i had just crossed lodhi road, and approaching the jorbagh metro station under construction, i almost jumped when i saw a guy standing by his cycle wearing his shirt in the middle of the fast lane (right extreme for right hand drive). narrowly missing him i wondered maybe it is the opposite here. as in the left lane is actually the overtaking lane.

approaching aiims flyover, the ultimate traffic lubricant, i realised how machine centric our public space is. the inherent approval for a metro, a superior machine which disappears under the ground leaving our roads free. heaven sent is the public sentiment. block up lanes to make pavements or more drastically bus corridors, and they're up in arms. there are no pavements on the aiims flyover, there are four free pedestrian lefts, and what average out to 500m detours to go straight.

At andheria modh i witnessed the spectacle of a truck overtaking a laden truck overtaking a even heavier truck, taking up all but enough space for me to squeeze past rapidly from the left. breaking the red light screened by a honda city, i turned home to vasant kunj.

What we need is a truck free city, all goods should passing through the capital should go vide an exclusively electrical means. The ring rail can be used as the core network, five or six high speed arms out of the NCR could form nodes. This would also help get the metro linked to the ring rail.

but not to forget the .pedestrian

why they don't make a pavement on the road, the long walk from andheria modh to vasant kunj is undertaken daily. cycling is also very common not to mention goods rickshaws. If we're getting a metro link surely non motorised vehicles for para trasnsit should be prioritised, or are we going to build mlug parkings at the stations and drive our fancy cars to the metro.

.End note
The PWD laid a fresh hot mix road leading in to D2 for the annual day of the fancy goenka school. less than a week later DJB commenced digging a deep sewer through one of the two freshly laid lanes. 3 months later they have reached the main road, leaving behind ruins akin to a martian landscape.
.this is india
;-)

think . . .

. . for a minute that u're a leaf
can't see a thing, but feel the breeze

pining up towards the sun
all your brothers, everyone

ufo's, birds and bees
pollinate and make more trees

a small world . . .

si . . . . i'm not posting . . . .

there's always a light . . . .
. . . . tunnels are deceptive sometimes though . . .

and to quate babar . .
. . hindu's are unbelievers!

peace
piece
peas

there's no view from ontop of this hill

here i am, earning a steady salary, contributing to my city making a difference, upgrading government schools, developing river fronts, giving cyclists and pedestrians their rightful share of the road . . . loads of good shit. working hard, more or less regularly, and almost meticulously . . .

. . . i still manage to travel quite a bit, and the trek to zanskar was unparalleled . . .

why then do i feel the impending doom and pointlessness at every instance
why do i have to run away
why am i stuck in a inertial gel

they say you climb the mountain to see whats on the other side, strangely there seems to be none

disillusion is a part of life i have learned to believe
but drive is integral to the machine'
its strange to be headed nowhere
at no particular pace
not that i'm not used to it . . . but things change when the metophorical climb seems to be going downhill and the elation of the ascent got missed somewhere along the line . . .

. . . i want my own tree,
see it grow and fruit
wither and blossom
permanence . . . eternity . . .

lets hope there's some more climbing up ahead . . .

padum on kadum

phhew . .

just tiled all of guwahati on google earth!

new roof . .

well, i finally managed to move out of raabiya's place! chattarpur! really nice stand alone two bedroom house, just off the farmhouses, amazing atmosphere in the place, like delhi kinda missed the colony and flew by, the first night always gives testimony, and if the soundness of sleep is anything to judge by, it rocks!

done

Welcome to where time stands still
No one leaves and no one will
Moon is full, never seems to change
Just labeled mentally deranged
Dream the same thing every night
I see our freedom in my sight
No locked doors, no windows barred
No things to make my brain seem scarred

Sleep, my friend, and you will see
That dream is my reality
They keep me locked up in this cage
Can't they see it's why my brain says “rage”

Build my fear of what's out there
Cannot breathe the open air
Whisper things into my brain
Assuring me that I'm insane
They think our heads are in their hands
But violent use brings violent plans
Keep him tied, it makes him well
He's getting better, can't you tell?

No more can they keep us in
Listen, damn it, we will win
They see it right, they see it well
But they think this saves us from our hell

Just leave me alone

Fear of living on
Natives getting restless now
Mutiny in the air
Got some death to do
Mirror stares back hard
kill is such a friendly word
seems the only way
for reaching out again

to quote

i have this disconcerting feeling that its going by too quick. i realised my poor blog hasn't been posted on in all fairness, its the too many blogs syndrome. so i import, resubmit, highlight, attempt to slow down and enjoy!

so this is the brief e diary of my last trip to the tip.

from clutch

Thursday, April 27, 2006

9000
parikrama over, back to erode! its been quite a hardcore two weeks, tamil nadu and kerela make one hell of a pair! erode, kodi(yes we scored mushrooms, but dry mushrooms are fuck all you have to come in september!)then adi left for his daddy! and the pace quickened for a toddy guzzling enraged driving bout with swastik.madurai, rameshwaram, dhanush kodi, eruvadi, tuticorin, tirunelveli, nagercoil, trivandrum, enter kerela! varkala beach . . . jew town cochin . . . pannor beach, tellicherry, waynad, ooty, erode. . . awesome circle. the roads were also great leave a few!now i plan to drive up the centre, lets see how fast i can manage it! its about 2500 . . . my average has dropped to just 200 km/day since i met adi! cheers!someone post
posted by tj at 2:09 AM 1 comments
Wednesday, April 12, 2006

(-;
we're upto 3! almost managedfour but the big gada andhisoldbike couldn'tpartfrom bangalore.so now tik adi and i go further down! we've reached erode . . . adi's mansion full with blasting music, net servants dogs and aircon! the mushrooms are calling!the drive down the centre of the country was really something else! the plateau is quite spectacular! never expected such expanse . . . and then some! not to mention ajanta ellora daulatabad bijapur hampi where we decided notto bunk the entire coast and head out to gokarna . . . truely one of the virginestbeaches i have seen! golden sand transparent waves and lush green mountains crumbling stonily into the surf . . . beats the pants off goa!nh17 hasclimbed up to the top of my favouritehighways! udipi manipal managalore bangalore erode . . . the drive from banagalore to tamilnad is also something else! you can sensethe peninsula petering out bouldering southward! the last leg promises to elevate!cheers!
posted by tj at 12:35 AM 0 comments
Wednesday, March 29, 2006

4500KM AND GOING STRONG . . .
hey! with trepidation i tread on a blog worn with posting! whats up with the biketr bunch? vasant kunj gatherings . . . at moni's place in meera road, bombay. quite a contrast from cuffe parade last night! feels quite cool to have reached the fast city, and now that adis with me . . .we take on the peninsula . . !its been quite a crazy last two weeks, delhi, tonk, bundi, bhilwara, mount abu, bhuj, narain sarovar, lakhpat, kaladungar(khavda), junagadh, bagodra, baroda, daman, mumbai and tonight meera road!from hewre we go north east towards ajanta ellora and daulatabad . . . adi's bike is quite cool standard a350 god knows what that means but it rides cool. found a good mechanic in andheri set up adis bike all right, he trained it up, so broke the indicators, and break lever and stuff, also his point was worn and gearbox dry! but we seem all set to roll . . . there is so much to say, its dificult to sift thru the experiences!adi just walked in with a couple of cold beers so things are looking up!cheerstj
posted by tj at 7:20 AM 1 comments
Thursday, March 09, 2006

off . . .
finally, its something preparing for a solo trip, or maybe i'm just paranoid . . .
posted by tj at 6:46 PM 0 comments
Sunday, March 05, 2006

got 'em
the very one in the picture. quite cool, better on the outside than inside though! rearing to go . . .
posted by tj at 1:47 PM 1 comments
Friday, March 03, 2006

ideas for the bags
oye peoplewe can get some idea about the bags we are wanting to achieve from the website mentioned.www.cramster.inthe picture is that of 'stallion' - the series this comapny makes for bullets as such....it's a bangalore based firm and the bag in the picture costs about 2000 bucks.
posted by lvs at 9:57 PM 1 comments

hey babe . . . take a walk on the wild side!

sounds like a dream!
at a large scale a job may be fulfilling, i sure learn a hell of a lot, besided doing a lot for a change! but really this couldn't be the answer!

i'm designing a historic precinct and a riverside of a small town. the powertrip hardly chinks through the gaps in the sheer flood of work involved! not to mention waking up at 8 every morning! then the whole ball game of actually having to pick up your phone whenever it rings, saying goodmorning to 20 enthusiastic colleagues, i could go on . . .

3 months is too early to weigh the balance, at least i know for a fact that its not a very tilted scale anyway. boss is really cool actually and that makes it possible and worthwile!

this blog stands updated (-;

as is drags . . .

there's something about going downhill . . . the sheer fatality of the situation! security! over the bridge they call it . . . well whaterver . . .

gadi bangla aur bachhe'

not to forget the naukri!

it seems like a bit of an extreme step towards never ever getting out of this place, but if i look hard, it could be a stepping stone. none the less, i'm quite petrified of growing roots. ge plans to make 10 billion dollars here by 2010 . . . i guess thats my deadline then!

going thru all the shit i've done in the last decade or so since school is quite a wild experience . . . a bit of a drag putting it together in comprehensible/appreciable form, but the reminiscing is cool! it wasn't all faffing . . . thats kinda a relief in some vague way!

anyhow here goes i think . . . bring on the leash or saddle or whatever they strap on (-;

belated new year posting . . .

i guess its the too many blogs syndrome, i haven't posted here for months, just to make up for it, i shall be posting trip updates here as often as possible. cheers. keep the party rolling . . . : - )

the bhagirathi making its way down to tehri. 

days go by . . .

loose end . . . i'm fed up and hope u die.

sunning around almora . . . watching a free eye camp! 

kebabs

eternally ghalib kebab corner oposite lal mahal nizamuddin
but today khushboo opposite bari masjid hauz rani really impressed . . .10 bucks plate of 5 seekhs or tikkas . . . not quite the ghalibs attitude, but more wholesome, if you can apply such a wuss adjective to the bigger flesh!

earaly moring routine chex . . . at dhaba on nh24 

back . . .

and what a blast it was! 5 bikes has got to bethe ultimate power trip. fused with the meditativeness of biking in the hills . . . phew . . . thats stressing language a bit too much. my first trip into kumaon (beyond nainitalm ranikhet et al) truly magnificent. the pahari capital almora took my breath away. what a city. not to mention the obscenely cheap hash. i shall post snaps as soon as lvs has conceeded to pass them on. the 35mm's will take some time as i don't have the money to wash them! but will keep posting.

meanwhile, the german video art is coming up at apj media gallery. a retrospective of mammoth proportions featuring namjung pike . . . collossol show to say the least . . . lookin forward to it. . .
cheers
tj

off to the hills . . .

finally . . . we are off to munsiyari, utranchal! 5 bikes and an indica should be great! lvs, nadeem, hemu, jeetu, tj, madhav and joshi! here we come so watch out thc!

a more explenatory snap . . . the reflections in the gallery are really cool to play with! 

i stop dreaming of biking . . . the mexican architecture exhibition is 3 days away . . . this id a piece from crosstown traffic, from fact liverpool . . . dryden goodwyn.wait . . . putting it up was quite psycho, but well worth the effort. a 5 screen magnamopus . . . centered around slomo's of people waiting for various things, to get married, for a goal, at the airport . . . to take a snap . . . the soundtrack is also spectacular . . . climaxes and low bass . . . on the whole a subliminal piece . . . i m ust have watched it over a dozen times!  

. . . and i thoght i was important . . . 

on the way to kargil, epitomizing the region, the gompa perched on the megalith! the skys in the himalayas are almost as breathtaking as the folded plates themselves! 

looking up at the leh palace . . . more accurately what zoravar singh left of it ! when i printed this snap, i couldn't for the life of me make out what it was! so therefore its one of my favourites! red light does have a way of romanticising things . . . ! 

victoria and albert museum london . . .daniel libeskind 

playing around with the templates! blogspot seems woefully short of options . . . was wondering how to upload my own background images and stuff . . . even the links tab seems to have disappeared! i guess its to the html for me . . . any tips or links are welcome . . . i just wish somebody would post a comment . . . getting desperate! sunday morning enthusiasm . . .

invite 4 all 

manual krishna and reena . . . girardet/muller . . . apeejaymediagallery.com 

jobbs

stay foolish . . . stay hungry
-steve jobbs

long time

blogging is for the puctual non procrastanatory, regular people. those who wake up and do. who are not lost in the web of the cerebrum.

i have been fighting with the pleasent bliss of pot.

i am still fighting, though it seems like its been tea break for the past 500 years.

noone reads y blog, no one obviously comments and i am fed up!

long time no post

u post
or don't u

think i think
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going around in circles standing still
i work the tiles