Bengaluru Blues

How time flies...!!!
Was in Bengaluru few days back, and what a trip!!
Though the city is kinda dead, with malls at every step.. yet I had a really nice time.

Stayed at marriott (sponsored of course :P ) and learned a hell lot of things.

All in all, a good and fun week spent.. 

The following is inspired!! Rendered in Rhino, using VRay 1.5, and then photoshopping!!! 

The Cliche Dream

Over the night, the sun will rise on my forehead.
Paint me red, 
And bring me warmth of the unseen new life..

To hold your hand, forever,
The morn will make an offer..

I shall accept.. with hope,
and love..

You shall kiss your Bride..!!

Questions of the mind

We all get selfish at some point. And turn into hypocrites.

Sadly, sometimes the people we love the most, become these.

What reaction should we give them then??
Just keep quiet? 

Or retaliate?

If we turn our back to these relationships, will life become easier?

Or we should just keep going on with these attacks?

Questions again

When in a serious relationship, to what degree should one keep on doing things for the partner? 
And does that always come with an assurance of being appreciated, later? When your partner finds out??
What if you are not appreciated? What if you are considered opportunist, on the contrary??

Is it normal, to be misunderstood for things which we do to make our partner feel good??

But not everybody moves on...

We keep spending good times with each other,
Unknowingly, of the next day even. 
We eat, help each other, love, fight..
All for each other..

And then suddenly some day..
We realize..
Of the little things forgotten..
We fight over them, make issues..
We say good bye..

Festival of Lights

Lighting up lives..
Another of my works, for Diwali.. 

Renderings again

My recent works, and more coming :)

#perks of being bored

Struggling with questions

When was it that humans stopped getting into serious relationships?
Or, what is the limit that says, 
"Stop, no more getting involved with him/her!!!"

How do we get know our partner, his/her priorities about the relationship? And does that always have to comply with ours? 

What if it doesn't? So who does the compromise?

And how do we know that the relationship will be how we wanted it to be??

The Glass Wall

We,
We do not talk anymore..
Yet, we are bound.. by you, by myself.. 
There's an untold conversation.. which we don't hear..

We walk, yes, but far.. We eat, but not with each other.

The world knows us together..
Consolation.

Non sensical #####

They say to love yourself, to love others.
Well..
I can't really do that..
I am important..
But others don't think that way..
And I keep on caring..
And I am ignored..

Gala

Its the festival.
That comes once a year, brings happiness to mortal beings.
They go around the city that time.
The city lights up these days

Then there are men, and women.
They go out, have fun.. like each other..
Come back home..
Pining for more..

The festival is but for only few days..
They eat, pray, love..
And keep doing this year after year..

What if the world ends with the festival some day?

Turmoil Daily

Relationships always mean compromise..
and unfortunately, all that has to be on the girl's side.
A girl has to be quiet, and understanding..
She should know that her guy works.. she can't complain..
Blah Blah Blah..

Its really is a man's world..

Why can't it be the opposite.. or may be it was equal..
And if this is expressed.. Men charge the women..

Thoughts after a bad day

Differences arise out of nowhere.. And its sad that human kind can only decide to fight over them.
Animals or beings on other planets - I think they are sensible enough..
Or not?
Depends on God rather.. I wonder why he invented Fighting.. and Love..
And Coins with 2 sides..
And Co-existence..
Jealousy and envy..

There is just so much, to any relationship.. or in love, or even enmity..
Programs are really simpler.. 
Output comes as per input..

Its a MAN's world

Being a girl, in this male dominated society, comes with its own challenges.
They may be hard, and the men are always ready to dominate you.
But the truth is, at every point, you need to give an "Agnipariksha"..
Just to prove yourself..
Just to show it to the world, that you are no less..
While the men, will still keep making a ridicule of your abilities, trust, belief..


P.S. "Agnipariksha" was the test Sita gave to prove her purity

Transformers

Things have become heavy now.. 
I don't think I make your working place a paradise..
Any more..
And lighting up your world, seems far away..

I never imagined all this..  
And thought it was merely simpler.. 
That smile of yours is hard to find..

In the want of

Unfortunately enough, we can't really trust anyone any more,
Doing things has become all the more difficult.

Taken aback

We say we wouldn't mind, but every time, we do..
And we say we would be indifferent, yet we keep affecting ourselves.. 
How we humans have forgotten to keep our word...
Hypocrisy, we all show..

another recent work of mine.. place for rest, introspection...

Renderings

My latest 2 works in 3d..

(all in Rhino, Vray, with photoshop touch ups)

Strange times 1

Some times I just like to sleep.. 

No, not because I am sleepy, but because my life's a mess.
And Sleep is the only time span, when I can be out of that mess.
That's the only time, I try to be positive.

Its all dark in and around here.

Strange apparitions

I have been living in morbid worlds, trying to come out.
And then I am bored. There are sparks, at times, but too meager to help me out.
I think I am fine living here. Or may be not.
I am waiting in vain for you.
You have the speed of light.

Home

The 1st render of my recent work.
Took it up on my own to learn better rendering, and also to compensate for boring times.

Twin lovers

Remember the day I was too tired?
Yes. That was the day you revealed your truth to me.
And I was astonished. About how a person could make me feel happy,
With all his might.
What followed us was inevitable, a journey of prodigality.

And now, having come to later days, I still look forward to you.
I lay there at times, to find you, in the same spirit.
There were times, good and bad..
But none like the inexplicable you..

Now its muteness..
And yet I know the unknown connection,
Between you and me.
We, in our spirits, are inseparable.

Gratitude

You and your restlessness, its something I hate..
For me, you can only be you.. no more no less.. and all the love I have for you..
shall remain in its place..

I shall be this, and that, I know you hate it..
But you maintain a wall of glass.
Which is unbreakable..
You have friends.. I left mine.. For you..
I am what you want me to be..

I wish I could have you..

PostScript

Next time you have enough time with your person..
make sure you make her/him feel special..

The greed

You don't hurt me.. and yet I love you.. for all the breath you gifted me.
The pain that followed me, and the peace I let in.
To be happy, I think of you.. In my dreams we exist.
Happily ever after..

I make myself available to you..
But sometimes all we need is ourselves..

The population makes me nauseate.. I always liked being alone..
and now, with you.

I still don't find the end.. but you said it was over.

Anticipation

the most difficult part of love, i guess, is to wait..
it keeps me reminding of you.. every single moment.
and everything looks difficult.. 

Intent

Its about an identity, that doesn't exist, but now it is a new individual.
It reminds you of old, yet stays new. Dual character, you may say.
Its about showing what existed, in a non-existing entity.

Are you ready??

We speak so much about the changes we want.
We try to revolutionize this, and that. 
We try to lament what the media does to bring about these changes.

But at the end, how much are WE ready ourselves, to take up those changes?

Try wearing a wig to work the next day, and your colleagues start talking..
About the pros and cons of your new look.
If you have early lunch a day, your mom looks astonished.

People have the habit of sticking to the stereotype so badly!!
And they make an issue out of the new changes..

Like it happened yesterday

Intimacy has a certain degree... depending on how it was on your 1st time..
It normally begins with a kiss.. moving onto different situations,pertaining to the beings involved..
And for all of us, the 1st time remains to be a memory, no matter what..

Now of course, this text of mine is inspired by something by someone I have been reading off late.
But really, its not that we discuss these moments of intimacy. we call it private..
You know, its like, what starts in the bedrooms, remains there..

Intriguing, quite enough..
Isn't it?

City Center.. hypothetical of course

And I am now in my final year of B.Arch.
Happy that I am, posting the renders of my City Center Project, in the suburbs of my city..

As promised, posting the renders I took.. They have been done in Rhino.. 

 

Between the Sheets

Submissions are a strange affair, we hate it when we have it..
And miss it when we don't have them.. 

But for now, 1 more day of hard work, and I'll be ridden of all submissions..
For the 8th Semester, that is...

Here's a glimpse..

Quotes from a certain

She was strong enough, without him. But His presence made her feel herself, as if someone cared for her. So what He hated her, but having feelings of hatred too, makes you think of someone. 

She worked without him, whatever little she could manage..
Yet she was scared, without any reason, so definite.

She loved him, so couldn't really think of herself without him. He was far, far away..
He was unpredictable. Ambitious for sure. But of late, there was an air of strange unwillingness, around him.
For her obviously.

And yet she tried her every bit to cling to his thoughts, of him being around, and thus work..
To reach him..


"At some point We will cross each other again. You shall regret the lost, and I shall be stunned."

Lamenting

Its taking me time to realize little bits, everyday.. 
Facts that come alienated to me, 
And I have to apply them irrespective of what I feel.
Because they are just there.. invincible..

And that I have to loose things, or people, every time.. no matter what the facts are..

Debate

This isn't just about opinion, as that might not just change anything..
For me, or for anyone else..

We know what the answer should be..
But its an effort, to bring together voices... 

http://www.youthkiawaaz.com/2013/06/marriage-debate/

Post semester freebies

Had been trying tricks with letters off late.

See if u guys could recognize this : 

Will post more of it later..

Light and Shadow

 Loads of time and no work has been leading me to do these stuffs. 

This was just a model, trying to introduce spatial qualities into a just room.
The lighting isn't natural of course. Some how I fell in love with the Light and Shadow on the floor.
Gives such a romantic feel.. of a moonlit night.

Below is the raw model Picture.

raw model

after a bit of processing

The Ignorant The Lost

Some one tells me its useless to write.. And that people who have no other work pass their time writing.

I couldn't decide whether to agree or to show resentment.
Well, its totally out of perspective, I felt.

Surprisingly enough I found myself following 2 more blogs.

I decided to read more fiction. Factual books were never my thing. Facts looked best to me on the laptop.

I decided to keep choosing foods, I would cook someday. Dresses I would love to buy someday.

And find Restaurants, I would love to visit someday.

More TV. Lesser design. 

I thought I would visit all family gathering from now on wards, wearing saree, and putting up smiles to whoever and however.

And if college would be open I would have more work to do, Thesis Specifically.

And I am growing more eccentric.. 

I guess I am best this way..

Statuettes

I speak to stone walls nowadays. Obviously they don't move or speak.
I stroke it with all my force. It remains invincible.

In a parallel universe.. 
Humans are made of stones may be. They are only sculptures.

The Present

It was the day she wanted him the most by her side. But he was in a different city. All that could be done was a message. She did. But of course, what holding hands could do, a message or a call, could never do.

This was an year back.

Today she needed him too. But this time she was tired, more. There were allegations on her. And yet she thought things could be good between them. She could only hope.
Yet she knew there was nothing to be good. 

And at the end, she was loosing it all..

The cycle of wrongs

Part 1

She was happy. Standing there among so many people, unknown though. But it didn't matter. She was one of them, and that made her feel ecstatic. He said he was happy too. She believed.
And then when she returned home that night, he told her a truth. 
It changed her, like some words from him had changed her 2 months earlier.
She never could sleep a good night's sleep since then.

Part 2

She had suddenly started talking about him a lot. Her mom said they might end up having a big fight. And then one day before she left, he asked her out. She didn't feel the first time jitters, true. But she felt she was special again.
Yet there was a fear.

Part 3

He was quiet, like always. And she kept on sobbing, and muttering about things had been always wrong about her, them. She felt low.. 
It wasn't her fault. Neither was he wrong. 
There was an uncanny silence, of a future rift coming.

All that's gone

I could guess how agitated you must be.. to read this through..

And that you have every possible attempt to make me hate myself, I still keep looking for restaurants.

Where we could have had meals together. I would have had your favorite dessert.

I still think of the cake wedge, that made you smile on your birthday.

And of the numerous mistakes I made for the metro. That made you feel victorious.

Of You coming from far, smiling, and telling me how gorgeous I looked.

I think of those times.

Just for thought

Reliving old moments.. that's what we call nostalgia.. Like strolling down the old parts of a city.
Like sitting on the crude, mud ridden banks of a river.. And flipping pages of old diaries.

They remind us all of things that were, Some day, some where.

Today we have Heritage walks.
And riverfront developments. 
And newer editions of the sometime told stories.

How do we relive love?

Generalised

The recent surge of activities, left me all tired. 
There has been college work, as usual, and my own dedications too.

Had a freaking Interior Design Jury, for the design of a restaurant.

(modelling and renders in Rhino, furnished by Vitra, Post Processing in Photoshop)

And then moving on to Architectural design has been a weary transition. Another month of mind boggling hard work required for the City Center design to be finished and submitted.

And I am trying for something out of Architecture, Fingers crossed!!
#too scared to blurt it out at this moment.

Will be back soon with a proper Blog post.

Cities and their Lives

And my story today, has become similar to many of those frustrated beings the world holds today. I am inspired by buildings, which are erected in a day or two, and by those which might take ages to be built. Yet the government goes on promising the basics of livelihood to thousands every day/ month/ year..

I like discussing about how cities are, and were always had the perfect stories in all its pathways. I have walked down several roads now... where I may or may not get the patterns of the cobblestone matching themselves..

There are no bedding on those roads.. neither sheets costly.. I pity those sleeping there, come back home and sleep off myself. I tend to relate that slumber with the deteriorating condition of contemporary cities.I and my classmates look at the columns on the opposite building.. But they are not important.. yet we tend to discuss them, how they could have been influential at some time of history..Yet we ignore.. or maybe ignore it deliberately..as we don't have anything to do..

I come back home just write about how we identify ourselves with our cities. There are hundreds of documentaries being made everyday about it. A trial to uphold the undying spirit of every city. A trial to relive the nostalgia of the cities. 

I have seen people make the streets their homes. I tried walking on roads where only cars can move. Its a dictum there. And surprisingly, heard stories of people coming out for merry making in the evenings, on the streets. 

We leave a city, settling in a new. We start imitating people there. Eating what they eat, shopping what they wear. We hate the beggars everywhere. We end up even learning the native language. And try to groom ourselves to be like them, in the new city.

Or, We stick to our egoistical versions of only speaking our language, dressing up our own way, and kind of feeling the being retarded in nature. 

And how do we define all this activity series? 

Obviously enough, a city can't speak. But the people stand for it. And on the people, does the life of a city depend. Our activities contribute to the life of the cities we live in. Its life, its spirit, essence, and its death.

We are, muses for our cities.

The lady in red nail polish getting down from the Audi, to the sweat dripping men hanging from the buses.

The women with explicitly done vermilion on their foreheads, who wear their drapes a way too vulgarly.. and the breasts peeking out of their clothing.. 

The child sleeping on with saliva dripping salmon lips.

The fire on the stove burning nearby...

Fare Thee Well

When few things in life become reasons for sadness.. They should be removed..

Not that this blog has become so.. but my writing is..

Time to leave..

The Yellow Gown

I wore a maroon Indian dress. And I was lost in the crowd.
I was quiet, sitting alone, my heart aching.
I didn't know, what was on the other side. I was never shown..

Now, I am alone again. 

It rained today, reminding me of a rainy evening, an year back.
But its only a memory.
I tried talking. And then couldn't decide, whether to cry or shrug it off.
I could do neither.

I stared. Trying to understand what lies on the other side.
It was never shown.
It always lay apprehensive.

Or may be I couldn't see.

The mediocre moon

Should I really wait?? Is it worth the wait?

Does wearing black makes me resemble the aristocracy of an architect?

Or writing like this, makes me closer to being a future critic?

I thought.. as I normally do.. a lot!

Ending up being a mediocre student, tending towards my final year.

I design really bad. Couldn't make models of my work until the previous semester.

And someone tells that I think beyond my architectural limits.. messing up stuff.

To add, someone says I don't think rational.

May be.. 

People tell me stories, hinting subtly, about their greatness.

I listen and shrug them off, like any other piece of shit, we get to hear nowadays. I like keeping quiet and showing off the little good things, that I think I do. Some notice. Most do not.

That really does not change the way I am. 

I like the solitude thing, that comes along everything. For example, books.

And then there are people, making promises they are not meant to keep.

And people who tend to be bohemian, but there's hardly anything to talk about them.

So many all around.

People, who I think can't talk.

(as I do..)

I do not know if I am better than them all..

But then I mess up stuff, remember?

To be or not to be.. has been a forlorn question..

Even for me.

When it drizzled

My first tryst with you had taught me to wait.
I learnt, and waited. We did meet, after long intervals..
And then we vanished, into our lives of pandemonium. Discretely.

Now do I find you again..
I wait for you, true. We don't vanish into our tranquil nights.
I assume I know you.
We have trysts more often.
Several.

Smooth rides

With cobbled paths, I entered the trance.. 

Whereby flowed the white nets.. deeper did they take me..

To a land where it was good to have sea by your side..

Where red dresses are a girl's pride.
The sun, there, sets with pleasing colors,

And there in a cottage, did the secret lie..

I tip-toed in, with windows and curtains welcoming me,

and then a smell, of known mellow.

The mirror made me beautiful..

And I was overwhelmed..

Reading Minds

A book is a reflection of the author's life, style, 

It has the smell of his shirt. And a vague resemblance, with his next door neighbor.

And with a magazine, its editor accompanies.
Besides the front note, there's the cover, the articles.

Except the monetary part.

They THINK the reader will like it. The contents. Its the vogue.
And what does the reader want??

Almost an year

The best part, is the feeling, that
at the end of everything,
You make me smile everyday..
No matter what.

Sudden trips to old walks

When I was small,
And things were simpler, I used to sit with my uncle.
To discuss lunch for next day. We laughed carelessly.
I didn't have a room of my own then.

Now I do. And it being in the north, gets lesser light.
I too, love the dark. It gets me tranquility. Like our laughter back in those days.
There are different colorful lights too, at times.
In different times of the noon.

They come through the circles of my window grill.
I do not miss the chatter with my uncle.
But I do not anyone for that effortless discussion.

And just now, the light changed again. Exciting me.
Its cool in here.
Serene.

Wait

And since I always keep on saying,
About all that I can write.. And I have been trying on this piece...
I spent my entire morning trying to figure out Sound related stuff. And then I thought, why do we need to talk so much. Given, we live in an age of Social networking.

And just as I ended my lunch, I try to keep finding you. Yes, because, all I can ever think of
in free time, is you.Of course, there are moments when all I can do is to relive those walks.
Relive numerous dinners, laughter..
They all seem ages ago.

Just as you read this, you have flashes of memory too. And obviously they have a different face,
Than mine. Our perception does so.
To me, it all comes as the pages, which are finished.
Reminding me, that you are again going to be far.

This piece thus, makes me vent out. Its not just about missing you. Of course I will.
But that's not it. Its about how we see each other, when we are together.
And that, defines, how we will be...
When you are away, and I am here.

Faces that lie

And Sometimes, we face riddles, that aren't supposed to be.
Like I love him. Supposedly, he loved me too. And yet we weren't.

Now, I love him, and he loves me back too. And here we are.
There is a time difference, age. Thinking of course.
And love too.

I wonder where was he all this time!!

I wonder why couldn't he be there, that time!!

Something about lost roses

That faint light at the end of the tunnel, yes, it makes you drive till the end of it.
And just like today, I went there, to hopefully talk and settle.
But it wasn't yet time,
An I know it will never come again. Ever. I lost you again.

It was them, that day. Its you today.
I will quietly go back.
I will ask no more.

Darkest

I am too feeble for us. I am poor, and miserable.
Close to death, I don't find even traces of positivism around.

I do,
I do pray for death.

The next of the coming

There's a solace in your face, arms, eyes...

It makes me forget the world...

Circles and Grills

When you are that close to the thin line, you know how it feels.
Standing on the red carpet, for the 1st time. And standing on the steps of a choir.
There's peace, and then rejoice.
To win a medal, for the 1st time, and then making it a habit.
Reaching the saturation point. Going down. 

Being ordinary. Reaching triumph. 
Of course, there's hard work, dedication. Perspiration.
But a line remains. Which makes the difference.

uncertainty

I came here, just for you.. 

I am not sure if you wanted me here...

Day before the storm

It was bright Summery morning today. Light breeze, and a mellow sunshine.
Pleasant. And thus it brought me stories. Happy ones.

I knew there were sad ones. Yes, but they were more of episodes.

Even the so called woes have a hint of goodness in them. 
You go out with people whom you love the most.. or may be like..
and eventually you tend to develop or nurture, the similar tastes..

That's when you fly..see the happy part. Open... that's the heaven... 

futility

I am stuck between rational and irrational..
Between my limits.. I don't really get them. Neither can I judge logic.
I make superficial comments and I don't make good presentations. They just don't happen.

And I look forward to a great future.

stars of hope

Just as I read through the many pictures and countless words,
on others' blogs.. I am surprised, astonished... and so much more..

Indifferent to all that, I still have them on my blog list.
And I still put pictures onto my board, randomly..

And I guess, even you, go through your fishes.. feed them..
Wearing that nerdy pair of glass.. Opening them for me..

We ought to aspire.. as that's only left to do.. for a moonlit night..
In each other..
Our fuel for survival..
And there would be a morning.. 

Tales of the 3rd heart

Just as we consider doing  something, there's a hurdle.
And then comes the choice. Of crossing it, or battling it. 
Difficult.

But of course, there are alternatives. They make life simpler.

When we come across, old pictures, lets say... Memories flashback.

Like I read some where.. As I am born, I become a slave, to be sold off to fate.
And putting kohl, was also an offence.
Punishable.

Days without You

And it was real weird to present a coke bottle, for an abstract..
But yes, I did. I get eccentric. Moreover, I was asked to..

So when did you last randomly ended up sleeping in your guy's room??
Or jumped down from the 1st floor.. Just like that, you know..

Do that more often.. Its easier then... Not because, its spice to your life..
I won't even tell you the reason..
Like I am eccentric even now, to be writing this all!!!!!!

New found.. everyday

And within it all, I still find time, to get gaga over you.
Like the hands you hold, and words you want me to write.
The lines we draw, and the water we sail through...
Smiling into each other's steps... 

The Cell

And write yet another post, and since this is just after having read the plot for a movie.
I realize, I am more to the society, than only being an architect. Of course, of the social responsibilities... As I  cut away myself from all the society!!
And then, to build the dreams of people, in a wall, the color they sit on, and the couch they fit themselves in.
As I myself belong to a genre of black.
Only that Idea of mine... It counts..

I did write all this before, only did it fall on me now.

The Cell, Tarse Singh

ends of little assumptions

I really had a dream, inside a bubble. Knowing little of its life..
And then it burst.

You, were a part of it too...

And now it is so...

Flowers..

Just as I walked again yesterday.. 
I realized it was yet another of my favorite walk. Adding 3 more earrings to my collection.
"Oh how I love them badly!!"
And that I have discovered a few more food joints.

Not the thing I wanted today.
Not that we were same today.

And I still hope for better times, coming back, with you...

Hope they just don't die away...

Read Read Read...

A paper of mine... not really paper, but something...

Public Spaces : A Manifestation of Ideas

Hope to get some feedback from readers!! 

Time didn't wait for me too

It was time that we had been together, for time enough now. 
I started getting dreams and illusions, and making merry with the very thought of it all.
You.

I didn't know you at all. Whether we were supposed to be any further.
It was on the unknown mode.

No more were there roses, pencils, or the chat..

I guess it was time that I moved on... and let dreams stay here..

The time You forget... and Remember

Its one of those lazy weekends again. When you really don't have any work. Other than tweaking lines, chatting, and films. You have work.
And then work comes rushing to you. And you have no time to breath.
Its like having Subway all over again. Fresh and Spicy.
And you feel all nostalgic... of good old days...

I wonder if GOD thought the same

There's a freedom I have got. To design, manipulate the way people live.
I manipulate the place people live in. 
The chair they sit on. The pen they use to write. The words they read.
The window they peek out from. And the sausage they eat every morning.

This is certainly the kind of freedom. The one anyone would look forward to.
I can break you. Make you small. And yet remind you of your undone.
Make you fall in love, even make it.

Its a freedom. A responsibility.

If you are reading this, you'll know what freedom it is. As you read these words, I am trying...
to manipulate, make another set of things...

And I, can change the way You, think. Freedom, that is....

I break my own rule, I write architecture

Now that I am in the 4th year of my grad. school, rattling through doodles of my Lamy...
I am trying to be an ARCHITECT!!!
Browsing through notes and sketches, I really am on the way to become a Zombie soon.

And so does my professor want me to be.. Or whats with the work!!!

Incomplete Manifesto for Growth

The guy who wrote the above, is the Co-writer of S,M,L,XL, along with Rem Koolhas.

P.S. Rem is the architect of my dreams. *SIGH*

With so much on the edge, and myself too, standing there... I really wonder If being a Zombie was being sexy.

the year with different digits

Now that another year has fallen off your track, let us not ask for resolutions.
That's quite an old thing now.
The earth will again slowly get into another round of revolution.
And we shout the word out only when its Green. I am fascinated at the way people react.
And the way they don't.
But we don't even know whats new.
Block prints or the 3d printer...
Girls still love dressing up boldly... And even if they don't, they are given the blame.
Lets not talk of the other sex. Some members of it, rather.
Nagging parents and whining teachers( for submissions).. They all remain the same.

Even the moon's not brighter..
Talking about you, maybe more of tears, or smiles. You'll walk lesser, may be.
Eat, almost same.

Its just the digits that changed...