incomplete chaos.

I choose to unmute myself and trust the resultant clatter to mask my identity. but the truth is, i just don’t fucking care anymore. this is me. unadulterated, uncensored, unfiltered and sometimes, incomplete.

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Dreams of muddle roads in Ramallah

Burns, burns, burns. Hand fiddles with cigarette. Can the pain inside ever be felt by your body, by your container? eyes turn away from the inferno, into the abyss of Continue reading →

Doctor’s prescription are rife with memories that never happened.

Some mornings, right after I am deserted by images of a family gathering in the church of my old school, surrounded by the step well of my adopted home, protected Continue reading →

From raga to riga

Languid days are here again. You can smell it here in my bed Here in my room Here on my skin There in those molecules on air The only witnesses Continue reading →

Creatures of destiny II

A sudden burst of light Blinded us all. When our eyes could see again The knight of cups emerged from the haze A gentle languid smile Yet dashing and daring Continue reading →

I know as  I say this that I am being adamant unreasonable impractical unrealistic ambitious But I would wish that there is a person who could read the rhythm and Continue reading →

Misgivings about conservation.

I think, to a certain extend, we agree that architecture should not be isolated from the cultural context from which it arises. This culture, at that point, promoted certain values, Continue reading →

Creatures of Destiny.

The Sandman gives the people the one thing that is denied to him. I wonder, is he vicariously living through his ungrateful beneficiaries or simply gritting his teeth while plotting Continue reading →

i think it’s about time.

It’s almost been a year. And when I’m through with my obligations here, it definetely will be more than a year.  I think I need to leave Ahmedabad.  I’m not Continue reading →

expression, experience and exactness. mail to a friend. dated 7 december 2011.

I don’t think we ever spoke about Koodankulam. Remember I went there to take part in a protest against a nuclear plant that’s coming up there. And it was one Continue reading →

Three days of hard hitting reality. Bare facts laid out in front of you. 8 june 2010.

We live in times of great depravity, of great betrayal. Every thing has an issue – a cause, an attempt of a cure, and effects. Effects aren’t changes in perception Continue reading →

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