Mirror

Sunrise in this Sahara.

2009-11-10T23:02:00.000-08:00

Heck-yess! I am in Phoenix. In this lonely sahara...but not lonely.
And yess! I am trying to put back life here or making the world more green. I am crazily busy with my conference but this incident rally made me so happy that I am compelled to write tonight.

"So what's your favorite book?", I asked her who madly loves Indian food in the metro rail on the way home from our pre-opening day of our conference, just thirty mins ago.
"Well...I love reading books but I can name five books that I like...I don't have any favorites as of now....don't be too picky and don't go on the border", she smiled. Her eyes are just awesome.
I (mis)understood that she is not that kind of addicted reader and replied with curious eyes, "Have you heard of Ayn Rand..may be 'Fountainhead'!?"
This crazy architect from Cali who just moments ago was giving me moral support on my theology of design, suddenly opened her purse's zip...I wondered.....! People are already watching us in the rail that why these folks are laughing too much!

OMG! It's Fountainhead. I can't believe it....!

Honestly, my eyes were locked into her eyes for few moments.
Be more specific, iris to iris. Pale green to brown.

Me, myself, my graphiti font and my Chuck Tyler.

2009-11-07T12:46:00.000-08:00

Just me.....

Ain't just a shoe.

It's attitude...babe.

Whatcha say?

Run this town...(the Jay-Z way)!

2009-11-05T15:56:00.000-08:00

"Making your mark on the world is hard.
If it were easy, everybody would do it. But it's not. it takes patience, it takes commitment, and it comes with plenty of failure along the way. The real test is not whether you avoid this failure, because you won't. It's whether you let it harden or shame you into inaction, or whether you leanrn from it; whether you choose to persevere."

- Barack Obama.

Yesterday, I took the first interview of my life. I interviewed a celebrity architect in his Austin office. He is designer of one of the greenest home in the states. I was little bit nervous. A little, honestly. It felt really awesome. After the interview, he patted on my shoulder saying, "keep focused". He was not crazy type like me but he is cool. He is decent, polite and organized!

Duh! Creative-people never can be organised. I refuse to clean my room. Lol!

Back to story, I sent him my questionnaire earlier the night. Therefore, the interview was just nothing dram and melodrama........BUT I like it. it's my first duel with celebrity. Two years earlier when my friend called me and told that she was invited to dinner in Frank O Gehry's home, I was so jealous but I was so happy for her. Now, I interviewed Peter Pfeiffer and he invited me to his home. It's the house earned the highest point rating ever given by the Austin Green Builder Program (www.austinenergy.com), one of the most stringent programs in North America. Anyway, he is not Frank Ghery but he is he.

Here is the questions i sent to him. What do folks think? Was I cool? I'll try to post the video later.
Though blogspot sucks in video thing but.......! I'll put youtube link. I am summarizing everything here...not his exact words!

As an Architect, Peter Pfeiffer, do you think….

Is there a great chasm between collegiate architectural and the actual practice of architecture? If not, then to be in detail, can students design better than any practitioner?

Yes! There is. A huge.

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What is the hardest part of being an architect?

To satisfy, convince and make client think your way.

What inspired you to study/practice architecture?

My dad; Being a carpenter my dad had extensive workshop in home so I started playing with it from childhood. Eventually, it made more sense.

(I don't know whether he was lying or not! For me, I love to sketch and create but I never thought that I will be end up being an architect with specialization in energy optimization )

Especially practicing Natural Ventilation?

It feels great when you save money through your design and use the nature properly.

What is sustainability for you?

Not the bookish knowledge but practicality with Life Cycle Cost.

What is the magic of “Texas Tuscan”?

Hahaha...It's goofy. I saw there are plenty homes in your city but It's not sustainable. If there is magic, I don't believe in that.

Do you think there is vast difference between architecture of the world than the USA? IF yes then what is it?

We, in the states build for only 10-15 years! We build box for temporary purpose unlike Europe or may be your country. Tell me about your country....hahahaha (smile).

(Peter Pfeiffer, you are cordially invited to my country. Come over. Let's do something for poor.)

What’s your opinion about the new dual-mode (partial nat. vented) buildings (i.e. San Francisco Federal Building by Morphosis)?

I personally don't like Tom Mayne. He is more into graphics not into architecture-architecture.

(He broke my heart. He does not know about the coolest building. I picked up my sketchbook and explained him about the A/C and non A/C part creating imaginary lines pretending the sketchbook is the section of the building. He liked the building, I guess. Don't hate Morphosis, please!)

What do you think about new Architectural-Engineering firms (i.e ARUP, Buro Happold or the NREL)?

Honestly, I don't have explicit idea about these guys but all architect should have the engineering knowledge.

(Yesss! My explanation is working under his head! Ohhaaah! Hoooo.....! I was doing freestyle inside.)

What is your favorite book? What book are you reading now, if any?

I am kind of into more business not into recreation. There is no more books in my bed side table.

(I forgot his fav. book. He told me. I will tell it later after watching the video again.)

If you enjoy music, What’s your favorite band or artist? what is in your CD/MP3 player presently?

I am a news person not a music person. Although I like 70s.

(Come onnn! You are in the music capitol...!!)

What’s best moment of the day?

Morning when I initiate design thinking!

Or it could be late night when I finish some design.

Most satisfying project…

You can name this project. There are few but it's the best since it's my own residence and my wife is happy.

"Are you married?"

"No"

"You will see.....hahaha (loud laugh)"

(I thought in my mind....to get the same-frequency-girl is difficult and more complicated is to make the decision that she is the one. She is the soul-mate. I smiled also.)

Your message to Texas A&M Architecture "Aggie"s (being a "Longhorn")....

You need to sell yourself. If your client fall asleep during your presentation, then you are gone!
You need to complete your sentences. You need to learn how to talk in paragraphs!
.......
.......
.....
......

(These are secrets! I won't tell ya!)

Yess!! Let's run this town.

When You Are Engulfed in Flames.

2009-11-02T09:34:00.000-08:00

The title is completely inspired from David Sedaris's book where Van Gogh's pianting "Skull of a Skeleton with Burning Cigarette" (oil on canvas, 1885), is used as album art.

I recomend to listen "Welcome Home" by Coheed and Combria while you read this posting. I am listing to it and hopefully you will get a feel of my emotions from my writing (like the way Van Gogh wanted to express his every emotion through his variable brush strocks.).

After this crazy Halloween hangover, I've finished the 1956 movie "Lust for Life" - A portrait of one of my favorite artist Vincent Van Gogh. Anthony Quinn fetched oscar for the supporting role of Paul Gauguin, the best friend, real critic of Van Gogh. When Einstien invented e=mc2, nobody was able to solve the step-way he followed to this conclusion. It had been concluded that Einstien was 50 years ahead of his time. It was partially true; the theorem of e=mc2 took a long time to prove. Van Gogh, Escher, all of these gifted favorite of mine were never become popular before their death....and now their paintings/sketches are world's most expensive ones!
Yes! this is life.

When Van Gogh was shevering from shevere headache from his bipolar disorder, a sudden rush of blood in my head -outburst of tears from my eyes -deep breath with long sigh happened to me like the normal way. Wish, I could just fly back to the Van Gogh time and tell this 'red head' guy that my next architecture will be based on your post-impressionism (Provided that I will be a celebrity someday! Don't laugh, please.). All his life, he cried for a companion, a real critic, a real good friend, a person who can feel his emotion from his work!
Goddamnit! This is life!

Maximum of my heroes have some kind of bipolar! Curt Cobain, too!
It's true that we, the normal people, don't feel the zenith and nadir of the emotion. There is true importance of night to have existence of day.

I wish that I can feel your way.....

Halloween...the way we do it.

2009-11-02T09:29:00.000-08:00

My roommie and me : Before makeup.

After makeup.

If you have insulted my girl...

2009-10-30T17:39:00.000-07:00

We were on our pre-pre Halloween party! With these folks, my classmates, once-hated pub area 'Northgate' become fun. I feel like I am back in my Kolkata days...where no fear...just rule the road...rule the club..and no rule. Yess! Here comes the rowdy prince of Kolkata. We solved all our illegal problem with just bribe. Yes! It's true. I never cared about police; and nobody ever dared to challenge me in my life ever or I would say that I never let it happen. If you are polite, I am. Believe me, I really have a split character.

Cut those crap. I am a coward like you! Here is your story.
2:30 AM; Northgate; on college main road; just at the road blocked area. We met up after all our crazy pub hopping. It's time to pick up girls. Take it easy; that's not my biz. Unlike my american friends, I talk to girls, pick up their no but I never used those no for anything! May be it's my freakishness! At around 3AM, we saw one girl and she was just wearing a micro mini skirt and tiny tank top with her wide pierced belly button open to public. She was with her boyfriend. To be honest, I was little bit tipsy and we all decide to tease her! She was looking just like a porno star. Suddenly, my friend went to her and said that all my friends were saying that you have 'beautiful' belly button. She was trying to show off. and trying to express that I am the sexiest bitch over here. I don't know what the crap my friend was telling to her but she started saying 'Thank You' to all of us. LOL. It was funny. It was our turn. Me and my friend laughed out loud saying, "for what?".
She was damn fvcking embarrassed. Yes We wanted to make her feel that. Then my friend called my other friend back and just started talking trash about the bitch over there. "A bitch should never be called beautiful. Come on, she is not our standard.", I can hear these even that bitch was properly able to hear that.

She went so mad. OMG! She went so fvcking mad. We were still laughing.
Her boyfriend came to beat us up! LOL! we laughed out again. I confronted him with bold face, "We were talking to each other...not to you Ahole."
He was so mad, "What did you say?"
"Nothing. just prised you and your ability."
He was so fvcking mad. He was really wanted to punch me on my face. Honestly, from my experience I can tell if someone has real guts! I was not afraid at all. I knew that nothing was about to happen! I acted so cool.
His insulted girlfriend grabbed him and pulled him to walk away from there. "Let's go. These are crap. Let's not talk talk to them.", she was annoyed, pissed off and insulted like a cornered cat. Believe me, I watche her face and I was laughing inside and her face did not make me angry at all. She was seeking help and no one was there to help her. I thought in my mind that it's your punishment to be half-naked and being on the street. Although I am no one to punish her but she kind of provoked us to do this shit.
I looked into our friend's face and they started smiling. That guy become a big joke!
His another friend appeared saying, "Do you know that guy is my brother in MMA?"
My friend appeared behind me saying, "Do you know in India they do Free-style wrestling?"
I was so fvcking happy! I went in between these guys; pushed them back putting my hand over their chest, "peace..buddy...peace. No more talk here."
People were all gathered over us. Bar tenders from the nearest bar came by.

It was so cool. I was feeling like....Yess! I am in my kingdom, Kolkata...I am back in days of motorbikes!

While I was coming home, I thought about the poor guy! I laughed inside my mind.
Ohh! That's for sure that my girlfriend will never be dressed up like a bitch. But if someday if she does, honestly, if you have insulted my girl....no matter who you are, Holyfield or Md. Ali, may be I will be bleeding. I will make you bleed from you nose.

Wanna some candy?

2009-10-28T22:43:00.000-07:00

Our library annex is open 24 hours. 24x7. Studying here, is so much fun.
Though I had a small office space which I got being a research student, I love studying here. During this season, mid-term season, this place is fulloffun. Once I saw a guy dressed like a black, scary chimp and suddenly surprised me asking where he could find the computer. The way people dress (I am pretty sure that you can find helllotta variety of night suites! "The Sartorialist" will definitely find some materials for his blog, I bet.), the way people hurdle for booking rooms or laptops...I will be missing all of these. Holy Shit!

"Do you want some candy?", the girl asked us. The guy behind her started whispering, "It has some cocaine! Don't take it". I was into my music-study world. I plugged off my ear-phone and then realized about these candy guys! They are just random and they are just offering candies for fun.
"Do you want some?", I looked with curiosity into her eyes. She smiled. I grabbed the whole pack of candy and pulled towards me, "Did you say that it has cocaine! I want it all."
The girl just lol. The crazy kid behind her started laughing, "I like that...I like that, Man".

I was compelled to steal this image from a buddy-blog. Thanks, Anupreet.

Is there any reason?

2009-10-28T10:52:00.000-07:00

Why does the wind blow?
Why does the sky swing?
Why does my heart grow fractious?
Neither you nor I can know...
Why does the spring come?
Why does it rob me of peace?
Why does love happen?
Neither you nor I can know...
This rapture, this loneliness...
Whose shadows linger in my imagination?
This wet weather, the elation of youth,
where is love taking me away to?
Why is every direction spinning around me?
Why does such intoxication exist?
Why does it bring such pleasure?
Neither you nor I can know..
It races; it pains me too:
why is this heart suddenly staggering?
It perfumes like a flower; it warbles like a bird;
what does this heart even understand of faithfulness?
Why do eyes gaze?
Why does it have such an effect in our heart?
Why does the dawn break?
Why does the Sun turns so beautiful during dusk?

Is there any reason?

With the help of Desifm.com; I wrote this out of a old bollywood song.
Isn't it cute?

The celebration of Light - Diwali

2009-10-25T23:02:00.000-07:00

Typical array of oil-lamps in the celebration of light.

When I heard that Mr. President greeted the world and the America by saying happy Diwali and it's time to share some "Mithai", I just snatched the videolink from my friend's social networking webpage and shared it in my profile. I just respect his respect to other culture, religion and nation.

I saw the celebration of Diwali in the fourth largest city in the states. I saw the picture of Diwali-celebration in India in one of the Indian Ivy league universities. Hell and heaven difference.
Here, in the states, there is the glitter, you can easily see, of richness but back there like in one of the developing countries, in India you can easily feel the passion, the dedication and the sustainability.
Probably people become green, sustainable whenever they feel the importance of money. India, being one of the poor country, has this sustainability knowledge in his blood, I guess. Even I realized when I talked to some slum-dwellers awhile ago this sustainability lesson came into my mind. Their life. Their way of living is very low standard. Hell-yes! very damn low standard. I learned from them not to care about the world. You are what you are. They are happy with their dwellings under the railway platform! They have nothing to loose. Everyday a new day. Only you can learn and live. May be live at its fullest.

Using clay-pot; using tables as ladder; not to use electricity are just a simple example of green-ness.

Composition.

Part to whole.

In the end....(it does not even matter how hard you try!) in India.

In the end......in Houston, USA.

In this celebration of light, it traditional to paint the floor with colors. Fill your life with colors. I miss those days. Although...I don't know. If I could not have seen this end of the world then how could I have realized that that was so beautiful. Anyway, I have to leave because youtube is live telecasting U2's live. BONO is singing...with or without you. I just can't wait here writing. Bye for now.

Go through these snaps! These are awesome.

This festival is about light.
Lights to kick darkness's ass.
Light to choose the right path, right direction.
Enlightenment of life.

Bella. A true story.

2009-10-25T10:56:00.000-07:00

"Well, we will see it some other time", when I did not go to see "Bella" with her, Madeline completed the sentence. After that I never had chance to see this movie.

I saw the movie, when she went out of country, out of the states! I cried. I am happy that I saw the movie alone. This kind of movie drives my real emotional. It makes me strong enough and also just love the world without any expectation. I will be thankful to this girl for ever my life. Not for praying for me all the time but we had some good time. Golden time. This is the girl who taught me the first lesson of salsa. I still remember the night; every moments, every nano-seconds.

Last night I went to Salsa after a long time! Though it was one of our school's club's social, I just wanted to revitalize myself and I found it's the reason to stat dancing salsa again. All my old buddies (read bitches) welcomed me like the king of the dance floor. FYI, I am not a great dancer but this club is small and I am one of the good dance over there. Most of this club hoppers are Hispanic and they only know the salsa. They never even try to learn something different! Whereas I did my freestyle during the hip-hop session and easily became the popular one.
Cut the crap, back into stories. Believe me, the club seemed to me very small. Something was missing there.
New faces! Hot girls! Old couples! It was nice. The prettiest girl of yesterday night, my friend, hugged me. Asked me for dance through her magic eyes, but I was not feeling like it. Then my other friend who wanted to talk to me about her life, appeared. "I have never done salsa before; teach me", when she asked me, I agreed.

She kind of quickly finished her story in the car. I have never seen a women so sad and emotional like her!
I did not know what to do or how to react! I just said to be patient and things might work. Here, I did not see any other options except prayer!

There are more unhappier people in this world. I had nothing. My love story! It's a joke. Classice Cross-Cultural Comedy.

I made my mind.

My Bella.

Please, my followers, I request you to see this movie. See the trailer here. Here is the editor's talk. Listen. I guarantee that you will be moved. He was talking about Jesus Christ but if you replace him with your god. You will feel the charm.

Paranormal Activity.

2009-10-23T01:08:00.000-07:00

Damnit!
My friend's birthday was today. As he asked me to join him in some country dance club, I joined him to rock the party. Usually I never had cheap whiskey! I had it tonight. My head started aching. I hate it.
I asked my friend's finance to go with me to the DJ to tell him it's her boyfriend's birthday and wish it loudly.
We went for a while. We went upstairs to the DJ's den!

The DJ announced.

My friend went mad at her. Why she left him without saying anything!?
Damnit! Is it trust? Anyway they started fighting for a while. I had nothing to do; just to watch her innocent face.

I walked away. I am so pissed off with myself! What did I do wrong!

Standing there alone; some "hottie" started grinding infront of me. I raised my hand and screamed "WTF"!
Then grabbed her waist and pushed her aside gently. Her friend came to me and started apologizing. I did not understand their motives!

My friend came back to me and hugged. I am so relieved!

I wrote something in one of my friend's status message wrongly! I am so lost.

I saw the movie "Paranormal Activity" tonight. We demanded it. In 2007, it won the screamfest award.
It's a brilliant way to scare people. The new director has achieved it completely. The idea is really awesome. Brand new. The script was not written properly. Direction was not so good! Every single time it was seeming that it's cheap movie. Dialogs were not written properly. I kind of disliked the movie but I really appreciate his cheap and innovative idea to make a scary movie. Even Spielberg has appreciated it.

It's all paranormal.

My LIFE is NOT average.

2009-10-22T19:05:00.000-07:00

So when my friend told me about this website- mylifeisaverage.com and this is my reaction after just went through the first posting. Rest of the postings are fun.

Today, I was in my kitchen with my mom, my dad walks in with all his hair shaved off and said to my mom "Did you ever in your wildest dreams think I would get a buzz cut?" With no hesitation my mom replies "You're not in my wildest dreams." Picks up her tea and walks away. I love my family. MLIA.

WTF! Is this life? At least this is not my life. And it should NOT be your life also.
It's life. L I F E. It's heartbeat. It's love. It's everything. Come on! It's not compromise at all.
I am sure that my life is NOT average and my friends, family everyone is special. NOT fvcking average!

Love y'all. I am ready....

I am high....

2009-10-20T19:14:00.000-07:00

Did you just feel the fresh breeze...It's wonderful.
I have just finished the abstract of my thesis.
My friend told me that he will be helping me with this. Yesss! I can fly away from here.
Came home; throw away my shirt; throw away my just arrived journal to my roommate's face :) saying "it's your magazine...check it out"; plugged in my music player cum phone (my living machine) and went outside to have a walk ALONE. He smiled. He knows how crazy 'cool bohemian' is.

This song from the Pakistan based band "The Call". It's "Dhadke Jiya" which infers that my heart beats for you. This is my real obsession from last night and today I've heard this song may be thousand times! J/K.
Anyway, I started walking on the dark, shady streets. Cool air was just kissing over my face. it feels really awesome. This season of the year, Texas weather is really superb. I wish that I would have someone, my friend who can write poems, songs and at least feel the beauty of nature.

Closed my eyes for couple of seconds and I reached in my world of imagination.
Holding the cordless mic in my right hand, pointing out my left index finger to a beautiful lady in the front row crowd, I started singing this song.

Open your eyes....

How beautiful....

is the creation...

Don't you agree?

Please let me live the precious moments...

I've got...

of loneliness.

That same old jokes...

your smile...your shyness

some gestures...

only readable by eyes..

feeling the happiness..

of just gazing your sweetness..

Now...when you are here..

Please don't you leave.

It's my prayer....

will be always..

for you...

my heart will be beating...ever...for ever.

Hoooh..ohh...aaaaa

Heart is beating....

This open road...

Someday will be lost...

Don't you dare?

I will be there...

for you to get you a...

brand new direction.

Hope at least this trust...

from you.

for your every breath...

My silent following..

In my very loneliness...

your happiness fills it out..

Perhaps..

God has created...

this situation...

to make us united.

It's my prayer....

will be always..

for you...

my heart will be beating...ever...for ever.

Hoooh..ohh...aaaaa

Heart is beating....

Hoooh..ohh...aaaaa

I opened my eyes. Looked upward. It was dark black sky with millions of stars. Staring at them, I found a bright one. I am singing this song for you, the sparking star. This my my dedication.

Thy eyelids...

just lowered.

Something just happened.

The ambiance around me...

just has frozen.

In my every dreams...

please come by to my every moments...

Now...when you are here..

Please don't you leave.

It's my prayer....

will be always..

for you...

my heart will be beating...ever...for ever.

Hoooh..ohh...aaaaa

Heart is beating....

Hoooh..ohh...aaaaa

......sub-conscious mind.

2009-10-19T21:32:00.000-07:00

.....she closed her eyes and parted her lips as he ran his fingers up and down her arms, slowly, lightly. he kisses her neck, her cheek, her eyelids, and she felt the moisture of his mouth linger wherever his lips has touched. She took his hand and led it to her breasts, and a whimper rose in her throat as he gently touched them through the thin fabric of the shirt.
The world seemed dreamlike as she pulled back from him, the firelight setting her face aglow. Without speaking, she started to undo the buttons on his shirt. He watched he as she........
(from The Notebook by Nicholas Sparks)

I am reading this book for last few weeks and also reading 'The Road' by Coramc McCarthy. I want to finish it before the movie comes. McCarthy wrote it while travelling to El Paso, Texas....and that's why I am more excited. No..no. I am sorry. I am actually listining the second one. It's an audio book. It's mp3 and it's in my Sony Ericsson W580i. Honestly, in all available mobile phones there is NONE better then in sound/music playing quality of Sony. I just love all my gadgets. They are perfect. They seems like just made for me. No. it's very true.
Ohh! I forgot to tell you folks that I finally got my long awaited Chuck Tyler All star Converse. With it, I got one converse tee. It's cool. "It's rubber time". It's the graffiti over it.

Notebook is the famous love story where socialite Allie Nelson was about to marry a wealthy lawyer, but she cannot stop thinking about the boy who long ago stole her heart. Noah Calhoun was also haunted by images of the girl he lost more than a decade ago.

Do you believe in miracle? Serendipity? and (real) love?
I do.

Party in the Park.

2009-10-17T00:00:00.000-07:00

I wrote this column a long time ago for our school newspaper.
They liked it; they promised to publish it BUT somehow they did not post it :(

Where Aggies and Longhorns are united.

By Cool Bohemian.

MS Arch. 2009.

Neal Park.

600 W. 22nd Street,

Bryan, Texas 77803

Come here some time having few minutes in your hand, I promise you a great evening on every Saturday at 5 PM. They cook or bring food for homeless persons. They talk to them. They become good listeners for their sad stories of life. They pray for them, all together. They make them smile. They eat together.

When my friend told me about this, being an international student, I was exited very much. I went there for first time; I cooked some Indian potatoes: spicy ones. I never expected such warm welcome even Texas A&M never welcomed me like this way. They were not only interested in my country, my culture but in my food. One balck couple who never been to any other countries, they just wanted to listen my stories and in return they promised to teach me about American Football and basketball.

"What do you know about Basketball", he asked me.

"I used to play in India. I know Michel Jordon", he blast out with laugh hearing my reply. Others smiled. Believe me, it was my insult but I never felt so happy after being insulted.

"Come over here on every Saturday. We will talk about Basketball", he kind of ordered. I liked his way of ordering.

My friend Wayne told me that Kane (the cowboy) who is a homeless guy told him the story about his wife when he was in US Air force. Most of his stories are beyond any super heroic abilities but he loved to hear him. They need someone to talk. They don’t want to be lonely.

Dan Kiniry, an Aggie, Class of 2006 Bio-science major, is the man behind this awesome thing. Jen Massman, senior aggie, Dave Massman, another senior, Melanie Class of 2007 is few of the regular members of this event. Cassie, a longhorn is also from few dedicated members of this activity. When I was there I saw some old Bryan citizen who also came there with some food, I wondered about their existence. I was amazed that they were doing this for last two year and they want to do it for ever. I am really impressed seeing such activities in a developed country like USA where time is replaced by money. People are busy; they don't have any time to think for others.

It is really amazing.

While talking to Dan whose brainchild is this 'party in the Park', I realized that sometimes they run out of food. Since this is not an organization, they don't have any money or secured fund. They only asks students to help not monetarily but by their charity of time, by cooking food from the homeless.

Neal Park was developed in 1998 from renovations to the existing Williams Park. The site is the location of Bryan's Recreation Center as well as the first in-line hockey rink in town. And his philanthropic guy could be found working in Sweet Eugene's coffee shop almost every day. He is skinny with spectacles like Gandhi, the great non-violent freedom fighter of India.

Droplets of water.

No-rule Volleyball.

Bread, Butter, and Meat.

Girly gossip.

Information source:

City of Bryan Website, retrieved on Sept. 8th 2009.

(http://www.bryantx.gov/departments/default.asp?name=pf_neal_park)

Photoes by author.

WTF! Is this my image to you?

2009-10-16T10:14:00.000-07:00

"You are a player", my beautiful blond friend said.
"Not exactly. But I agree that I can create a comfortable ambiance with ladies very quickly. BUT I have morals and principles. Neither I sleep with them or take advantage of them. What's wrong if you have skills inborn!?", I replied aggressively.
"But girls sometimes can't control themselves", she was kind of tipsy.
"What...what did you say?" I was surprised. Very. I thought myself if I ever hurt any women in my life.
"Yeah!", she rolled her eyes.

Soon later I left from the party. I never hurt any women intentionally but one. I liked her a lot. A lot. Her arguments in my everything made me really happy. It has been said that if you are not challenged then you are not in your full potential. I hurt her and every single time I got pain. A heartache. Things happened unintentionally. I never intended to hurt her. But I felt that she was hurt.

She actually never understood me! Anyway, I am happy that she has found her (may be) soul-mate.

Believe me, I will find exactly same (possibly more) beautiful girl who has same moral principles like you.
I had two beautiful encounter with two lovely women as of now. Love-pain-love. Probably love exists because of pain. Like night exists because of day. Nothing happened fruitful in the eye of real world but I've learned a lot. I realized that I am on right track.
Let's do some salsa, baby. No! No! hang on. Break dance. LOL! Freestyle.
Yes! We are free.

She thought I was criticizing her. Whatever! I don't want to start it again and again.
I don't want to get involved with some hot sexy bitch! It has been said through out the years and years that complete union is understanding each other.

I don't believe in God; therefore, I don't have anyone to ask for forgiveness. I believe in human beings. So, I am asking people to forgive me. I am NOT a stalker. Never was or will be. I can make impression in my first meeting. Since, the girl (if I had hut you) has her soul-mate then I am forgiven. At least from my side. I am excused.

"WTF! Is this my image to you?"

I don't care, honestly. If you don't like me, just hate me. I will be happy at least knowing that it's your pure emotion. The truth.

Hat's off to you, GSD Harvard.

2009-10-11T00:27:00.000-07:00

While following a link for one of my forthcoming seminar in GSD, Harvard, I bumped into Center for the Environment, Harvard University fall-course offered. I was surprised, amazed and boundlessly happy.
Honestly.

There is one course called "Mumbai Matter: Assembling Urban India".
{This course will build a current view of the physical condition of India's most celebrated and contested city: Mumbai. In particular it will assemble aspects of the primary sites for emerging forms of urbanism through both an investigation of the cultural spaces, natural, and built environments in which projects, experiments, and interventions have been undertaken, as well as the discursive writings, organizations, and media in which new ideas and theories are being discussed. Students will prepare and present case studies based on course materials and individual research. A focus of the class will be non-conventional source materials taken from, for example, historic mapping, fiction writing, disaster response reporting, and the movie industry. This course is part of an ongoing research project led by the instructors into new urban India and its consequences.}
Information taken from http://environment.harvard.edu/resources/courses_gsd.htm; retrieved on Oct11, '09

I am hell sure that there is no such course offered in any universities in India (not even those ivy league IITs!).
Research. On everything.That's the one of the only few valuable reasons behind a country to be called by 'developed' or by 'developing'.
I am feeling more lucky more it goes. I am thankful to this country. I adore your infrastructure. I (madly) love your education system.

Hat's off GSD, Harvard University.
Hat's off to your research.

India's per capita income.

2009-10-10T11:15:00.000-07:00

According to Economic Times India the per capita income of Indian population has been increased. It became almost double. It has been increasing since 2003-04 financial year. GDP (Gross Domestic Product) is also increasing. They said that living standard of Indian family has been improved.

It is $716 approximately per annum.
Which means around $60 per month.

Did they surveyed in rural India? If yes, then how did they do that? Was there verbal survey or any kind of survey has been done where you can really interact with people?

I was reading few articles this morning when I start today with milk and chocolate granola: "Why we can't stop poverty?".In Uganda, 1.5 million people need food. In one article, author said directly naming some famous NGO, 'there's rampant corruption mixed with ignorance or callousness'!

In Bible or in ancient Hindu scripts, there is stories that how millions have been fed by only single fish or few grains of rice. The moral of the story is nothing but education. Nobody can feed some other daily. It's not possible.

"Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day; teach a man how to fish and you feed him for life".

~~~~~

Here is the answer what George Michael proposed in 1998 - "Praying For Time".

These are the days of the open hand
They will not be the last
Look around now
These are the days of the beggars
And the choosers

This is the year of the hungry man
Whose place is in the past
Hand in hand with ignorance
And legitimate excuses

The rich declare themselves poor
And most of us are not sure
If we have too much
But well take our chances
Because God stopped keeping score
I guess somewhere along the way
He must have let us all out to play
Turned his back and all gods children
Crept out the back door

Chorus
And its hard to love,
Theres so much to hate
Hanging on to hope
When there is no hope to speak of
And the wounded skies above
Say its much too late
Well maybe we should all be
Praying for time

These are the days of the empty hand
Oh you hold on to what you can
And charity is a coat you wear
Twice a year

This is the year of the guilty man
Your television takes a stand
And you find that what was over there
Is over here

So you scream from behind your door
Say whats mine is mine and not yours
I may have too much
But Ill take my chances
Because God stopped keeping score
And you cling to the things
They sold you
Did you cover your eyes when
They told you
That he cant come back
Because he has no children
To come back for.

Nobel Peace Prize?

2009-10-09T09:11:00.000-07:00

He is the fourth US president; youngest also. This is bizarre.
Mr. Obama got Noble Peace prize today morning which just pulled me to write something in my blog.

People from Muslim world called it "Embarrassing Joke"! He did not do anything yet.
Everybody is surprised even he himself also! It's too short time to judge someone's carrier!
Nobel Prize committee challenged themselves by their own decision! If these guys can deliver Noble Peace prize to Mother Teresa, Nelson Mandela, Jimmy Carter (being an US president) and Al Gore with IPCC (for extraordinary works on climate change) then it's REALLY too early to take this decision!

People are at their extreme when they are challenged.
Mr. Obama took this as a "call for action". I appreciate this addressing of "surprised and humbled"man. He did not answer the reporter's question asking what's his plan with the money. I wish his action will answer that.

Being an international student who is invading in this country, I am NOT a great fan of Mr. Obama but his action towards energy saving/ greening the world, stopping nuclear weapon use is really appreciable.
US Stocks are really high. CNBC says that it's record in these last two year of depression. Is the Obama-Nobel prize issue passively affect the economy.
If so, then rock on.

All the real Girls.

2009-10-05T03:49:00.000-07:00

I stole this title form the most recent post of one of my favorite blogger, fashion designer: Garance Dore. She used it in different purpose and I am using it in different way. My sincere thanks to you, Miss Dore.

I had this conversation with my friend. I don't like him for his moral issues but he is honest. I like (rather admire) his honesty. He has seen the world; not only literally but really. I don't know about his inner feelings but he is a happy guy. Even I am an always-smiling guy but I never get someone feel what's going on in my mind. He is, hopefully, not my-type. My-type people suck. Big time. I am just putting down all the conversation. It's harsh. It's truth. It's reality. I will skip some personal stuff and try t make it reader-friendly. I am pretty sure that if any heart-broken reader is with me then it will be a great tonic for you.

After very small typical stereotype introduction (or formality), he went straight into business. It was surprising (and amazing too). He can read my pulse. Thought reader.
"I don't understand why are you still thinking about her! She said NO over your face. Try to face the reality."
"Ya. She told me but you know sometimes people just react out of their past events or experiences. But they still loves you.You know great love stories are like that."
He just laughed. I was feeling very embarrassed.
"Are you talking about movies!?"
"Yeah. What's wrong?"
He felt my anger and stopped laughing.
"Movies what you are calling great love stories are fantasies. Not real life, my friend. I will tell you what reality is."
"I know. You don't need to tell me. Please.", I was really pissed off.
He got serious suddenly; "Tell me the truth. Did you kiss her?"
I am ready to face his truth-interrogation. "No". One word answer. No emotion.
"Why? You are telling me that you love her and you did not kiss her!?"
"Come on. Some people are not like you. They might need time; they might have some story back in the past; they might not be ready to get their heart broken again; They might....".
He stopped me in between. "Listen, my friend! You know her for one year and you did not get a chance to express your love? All relation in the USA starts with the kiss and the first kiss decides the future. You can feel if she is interested in you or not or the vice versa. You don't need to say anything. You body language says everything, my dear. 80% of your thinking express through your body language, dude. Only the rest depends how you talk or express yourself. I am not talking about first introduction."
"I understand your logic. But here is the story with a twist. She is really God lover and I am from different faith though I don't believe in God! I liked her and lover her morals and principles even being an American. I don't want to change her if I really love her. That's not love."
He started laughing again.
"Buddy, listen carefully. Love, relation has nothing to do with religion. Honestly. If you love her the you can accept her as she is and vice versa also. Ask your heart if you really wanted her? Believe me, girls has a born power of reading guy's mind. If she would have liked you at all, don't you think she would have respond anything! Come on. Don't be ridiculous! You are smart, Architect. Girls use the God-excuse to avoid disturbing guys. May be like you. Believe me, if everything goes properly, it does not matter what religion, what race are you or anything! There are plenty of inter-racial, inter-religion, inter-everything marriages going on."
I was silent. I started thinking my past.
"You are right, may be. I did not take any actions when I felt that she likes me. I could not take any decision. Actually, I was scared about any long-term relation and I did not want to get my heart-broken. I am not for night-stands. I am not that type at all. Therefore, I am picky. I respect a girl with good morals. Even Angelina Julie comes to seduce me naked, I will definitely be saying go home to her. I am not making it up. I am this type. In Vegas in some 55th floored night club, girls approached me and I did not respond to them. They were, truly, smoking hot.36-12-36 does not appeal me. If someone can't be your support and be sexually attractive how can you live your entire life with her?"
"Are you a homo?"
"WTF!"
"Don't get me wrong, dude. This is America.Girls here know that we, guys think from our lower part. I think that you have something wrong!"
I was really f***ing pissed off. I was about to walk out. What's going on here. He is just insulting me instead of helping me. "Should I leave?", I asked little loud.
"Hey, I am sorry. I respect your values. Listen, this is the US. I am telling you the facts. Few burning facts which might lead you in a direction. Every girl here had at least three boyfriends before they got married: one in high-school, one is college and may be the last one in office. Except a few cases, here 'in a relation' means you are sleeping with her. Dating means you are getting to know each other: physically and emotionally. This is how it works here, my friend. Will you marry a women who sucks in bed?"
"I f it's true love; I will love her unconditionally.", I just threw his love-thing to him. "No, honestly. It does not matter. If we love each other then we can do it properly."
Now he stopped. I got over him. My morals are over him. I made him thinking. Yesss! My achievement! I know.....you can never escape from truth. You can run with the speed of civilization; get married 100 times; get divorced 60 times but you can't run away from truth.
"Okay. Tell me what makes you think that she loves you but your activity made her say No to you?", he was mad.
"Well, I might be completely wrong but she missed me in clubs! I kind of did not show up and I did ignore her in club while I went with her taking ride. That's my bad part."
"What makes you think that she likes you!?"
"Well, it's feeling. You just can't tell by some evidence. We are off for last four weeks and she did not write anything in her blog. She wrote that she had never seen herself emotional like this before."
"To be very honest with you, I have to make you feel the truth. It's hard.", he took a pause. "If she would have liked you she would have talked to you. If she would have admired you as a good friend, she would have made everything clear to you. Didn't you said that she told you that it's too personal to discuss about her partner preference. You are an international student, right? We all understand that you are from different culture, different background. If she would have respected your understanding then she would have clarified you everything. I am not talking about clarifying her partner-preference. Nobody has any partner preference in this world. People change. Their requirements change. Girls always look for a personality to follow; a personality to respect; a strong shoulder to have support.You said that she did not write anything in her blog! How do you conclude that it means she likes or love you. Don't be dumb ass. You have not dated this girl, never kissed and you are asking that you love her and she loves you! Honestly, she does not know anything about you. Nothing! Probably she had never been to outside US! How can you expect her to guess everything about your family and everything? There are lots of thing to consider, my friend. Don't get me wrong. This is the way you get with girls. You date here; know her and then propose her that you love her and then 'in a relation': boyfriend-girlfriend and then propose for marriage.", he took a long bow.
"Sigh! I agree. It's same in my country also. BUT my stand is that I don't want to get physically involved with someone whom I am not going to marry!"
"I appreciate your thoughts and stands. Definitely you will get the dream girl you wanted. You will find her someday. But here is the truth.Your were saying about her blog. Did she ever tell you that she wrote for you?
She might have been writing for someone else. You never know what's going on in someone's mind. You can't predict them. Since it's four weeks as you said, there is no hope. Forget her."
"It's nothing about forget her. I am not dying or something. She was completely my-type. I never enjoyed fighting with someone so badly. I might be completely wrong but her facebook-status massage where she tried to tease me. It was awesome. If you don't love someone how can you write something for someone. Yeah, I know even I did not express my feeling to her in proper time but I was feeling that it was happening."
"Brother, it's completely one-sided; from your side. Take it easy. She is in love with someone. Single girls here always look for substitute if they are not happy with their partner. It's very easy in our man-dominating society. Girls can get guys whenever they wanted. Trust me...", he patted on my back, "it's not love. She might have grown a crush for you and it's gone, completely. Let her live her own life. You are not her man. Accept the truth. Accepting the truth is very hard. Knowing the truth is different. If she would have liked you at all, she would have asked you for something by making some excuse. Girls don't ask for dates but they understand you psychology. If they really feel for you, they will let you know. Take it easy, partner. It's four weeks and she is definitely dating someone or in love with someone, madly and that's why she is not writing her blog. Let me tell ya one thing that never got you heart involved with such little interaction. This is your advice for you next. If she likes you there is no excuses. Desperation is the other name of love. She does not liked you ever. She is completely ignoring you. Understand it and please let her live her own life. Can you make her smile again? If you cause her pain someday!"
"She knows that."
"What?"
"...that I can make her smile again and through out her life."
"Don't be ridiculous, please. You acting like an really f**king international dumb ass. You are here for two years. Haven't you learnt anything? Move on. She simply does not like you or never liked you. Accept the fact and move along, my friend. Don't live life with some stands, brother. Live life as it is. Feel every moments and let he live her own life. Listen, she might be different than others but she has grown up in USA. She can't be out of the league."

I had nothing to say. I agreed with him. Actually his words made me agree with him. It is THE truth. She told me so that she likes me as her dance partner nothing else. Probably, I don't have any self respect that I am still considering this fact that she likes me! I should not be writing this conversation at 5 am in the morning. I always say 'feel every moments'. He is saying the same thing but in his way. I wanted a serious relation where I can be her best friend. How can I be someone's best friend if I don't know here past. Yes. He is right that she never liked me. I am pushing myself too hard. I did not tell him that I texted her begging her friendship and she did not reply!

If I am a man, I won't be writing about her again. I had enough.
I will be wring about my dream girl. Not customized dream girl. Hope, I am not doing any childlike (not childish) activity. It's my blog. It's my life.

Long As I Can See The Light.

2009-10-04T11:54:00.000-07:00

I wake up in the morning and
raised my weary head.....

Nah...not Bonjovi way!
Wake up; ran around the pages of Houston Chronicle; took shower; had apple and bread-peanut jelly.
While taking first sip of my coffee, I switched on TV for some news and switched to ESPN...for Spanish Premier League. Valancia and Racing were playing. 1-0.
Opened my gmail, friend's sudden popped-up chat window said, "Have you heard the song?"
"No...what song?"
"I got a CCR playlist link in the 'tube'....lol"

I opened the link. CCR is playing "Long as I can see the light". Opened my blog, saw the Steve McCurry posted something about Afghanistan: People, Weapons, Blood, Innocence.
Honestly, a sudden rush of blood hit my brain. Soccer on mute TV, magical coffee sip, some old 70s music....and the song which is just perfect for a sudden joy. A deep sigh of happiness.
Following the lyrics of CCR's 'Long as I can see the light', her face just flashed in my mind. She is sitting next to a window. All dark; no light; there is only one candle by the window sill. She is wearing her communist hat. Partial side face. Her long peacock feather ear ring slightly waving in wind.
It just came suddenly...surprisingly. I forced my mind. STOP.

It was heavy raining last night. I along with my break dance crew (or rather free-style crew) went to San Antonio (three hour drive from my city). It was my first jam. First Texas jam. There is a 18 second video link; please go through that. It was amazing.
Real good eye-opener for me. I judged myself that how bad I am in dancing. They are freaking awesome. Our crew sucked. Bad time. It was kind of battle of power though. Judges were not looking for goor technicality, musicality or rhythm. They were into style. May be because we lost, we are blaming them!
I am kind of confused, if I really want to break dance or freestyle anymore! Partner dancing is good. May be I am little old for freestyling and moreover it seeks time!
I am a quick learner. I learned salsa, country, contemporary and little it of waltz here after coming to the states. It is to be said that I excelled in all classes. I was my salsa teacher's one of the favorite student.
No praising yourself! It will make you proud. OK. I am stopping.
I wish that I own some good quality camera or camcorder! My mobile rocks!

Tony is welcoming the world of free style by opening the door of IHOP at 2 am.

Peace: after a great defeat.

the Club; the dance floor; the battlefield.

2nd Oct.

2009-10-03T01:33:00.000-07:00

Mahatma Gandhi's birthday.
Texas A&M 's birthday is also today.

Great things happens together.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~/~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Do you know that Ben Kingsley is from an Indian descent?", my friend Derrin asked me.
"Really? He is British.", I replied with surprise.
"Dude. Check it out. He got probably Oscar for his Gandhi. That's his best shot. See the movie." Derrin smiled.
"You know...I have seen few glimpse of it back home in my country but never had a chance to see it full!", I kind of escaped. Although I never had any chance to see it. I made my my mind then that this is my next 'to do' thing.

I just want to thank you sincerely for knowingly or unknowingly encouraging me for the movie.

~~~~~~~~~\~~~~~~~~~~~

Just finished watching "Gandhi". Three hours eleven minutes and fourteen seconds.
Probably it's one of the movies, I cried. Cried with full sense. Alone. If I love some movie, I watch it alone again with my headphones on. I just try to be into it.
Before watching this movie, I had no idea that Gandhiji ever went to Kolkata! Probably my history is too weak or I never read it. History is written by powers who is on the rule. Even our history books has been written like the Govt. wants. They decide our syllabus. They decide what will we be: a chimpanzee or a gorilla. I don't know how much I feel great living in a different country. A complete different thought. A complete different culture. It will all reflect in my blog day by day.
Here is a most shady example of our history literature! We NEVER knew that there is a term named "POK" (Pa******n Occupied Kashmir) exists before the Kargil war. Our Govt. wanted to know us all that learn that is our complete Indian and FEEL that Pak*****n or Muslims are our born-enemy. I never understood and even understand that what is point of teaching us wrong. Is there any credits hiding some truth? Or it's potentially or forcefully generated truth to make our sentiment anti-Muslim!?
When I went to the mosque for the first time, I could not distinguish any difference between Christins, Muslims or Hindus when they pray for their own God. They all speak from their heart. They close their eyes. They all look so innocent. It's people belief. They all were born with that.

During my days in India, I kind of ignored Gandhi. Any talk about Gandhi. I simply avoided it. I saw the 'Gandhi' for the first time here in the states. When I was telling my American friends while I was hanging out with them in our first Friday celebration, they even ignored. Who the hell cares! My friend, his girlfriend (Sorry! They are not dating but they sleep together. It's not in the USA' it was there in my country also! Why do I get this kind of friends everywhere!) and few of friends were there.

Friends! (Likes and dislikes but friends)

In this festival, I saw one of my friend who is also American over there with whom we kind of started cooking for homeless people. Although to be honest, it was completely his brainchild (cooking for homeless) but when he with bunch of others started it, I was there with him. I washed dishes; cooked for them. It felt great.
I did not have much money to spend for them and every time the economics of exchange value runs in my mind that a dollar is 45 times higher than Rupees and my poor daddy earns in Rupees.
I respect this fellow; his thinking. I always ask him to put his thought in something. Honestly, he is another Gandhi here in the states. I love this kid.

I saw two of 'her' friends also. Asked them how is she? First one said alright and he had not seen her for last weak but she is alright. Second one kind of tried to avoid me with a mysterious smile and told me that she is crazily busy. I asked them to say hi to her.
It felt great(!) when people ignored you talking.

It was really one of my best Oct. 2nd celebration. I never realized it's importance. I never realized Gandhi's principles. It all from Bible, Koran, Gita and other religious books. I felt really happy.

~~~~~~~~~~/~~~~~~~~~~~

Truth and Love is the only way.

Elysium.

2009-09-30T23:28:00.000-07:00

"Elysium"
is
a
short
story.....

Do you peeps like the name? or the font? Isn't it a child's play?

Please visit the link over the name for my short story......please, please, please.

Rock'n'Roll

2009-09-30T23:24:00.000-07:00

My short column was published.....yayyyyy!!!

I did not know that. It feels more awesome.

Please visit the link.

Love and be loved.

2009-09-30T23:10:00.000-07:00

"Seize the moments of happiness, love and be loved! That is the only reality in the world, all else is folly. It is the one thing we are interested in here."
-- Leo Tolstoy

Honestly, it's my feelings also.
Being agree with Leo Tolstoy, I changed it little bit in my way. I live in moments remembering that it won't come back. When I read, I just read; Keep my self locked in room. When I see movies; just see movies in a row. In my workout, I try to get maximum fun; to to push to limit. If I dance, I dance like no one is watching me.
I don't limit myself in doing something. When I talk with someone I love; I never wanna stop talking. I just forget about time, place and distance. Ain't they all illusion? or dilution?
When I read people; I just read them then try to talk with them and match my own-predictions about them.
(Honestly! don't tell anyone; in most of the cases I am true about people I read.)

I never ask help when I am deeply down (although I seek help by my mind). People go to God and pray for god. First of all, I don't believe in and if I pray then I pray for others when I am happy not asking my happiness. I completely respect metaphysics of Ayn Rand but sometimes there is something (at least in my life or in my doing) which does not have any reason!

If you follow rules which is also pre-defined. 'Rule' is most stupid thing ever. In certain time some people think that they are the best in business and they make some rules BUT if you think from a different perspective, from different angle then all most all rules are absurd.
Obviously, I am NOT talking about science.
Where science stops, philosophy starts.

So, love and be loved is a big state-of-mind. Chemical chemistry in our brain. Following (or having) some pre-defined certain conditions that makes us happy.

Take it easy. Don't think too much. I love (or will) someone. To my death. Deeply; madly; truly. We are all under this big giant umbrella of illusion which call 'life'.

Mirror

Sunrise in this Sahara.

Me, myself, my graphiti font and my Chuck Tyler.

Run this town...(the Jay-Z way)!

When You Are Engulfed in Flames.

Halloween...the way we do it.

If you have insulted my girl...

Wanna some candy?

Is there any reason?

The celebration of Light - Diwali

Bella. A true story.

Paranormal Activity.

My LIFE is NOT average.

I am high....

......sub-conscious mind.

Party in the Park.

WTF! Is this my image to you?

Hat's off to you, GSD Harvard.

India's per capita income.

Here is the answer what George Michael proposed in 1998 - "Praying For Time".

Nobel Peace Prize?

All the real Girls.

Long As I Can See The Light.

2nd Oct.

Elysium.

Rock'n'Roll

Love and be loved.