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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...