Jaan pe he aana chaheye...

"Realization is more important than Experience!"

Lately this quarter at SCAD I realized something which had helped a lot to change my perspective about the way I used to see and live world (I will not say just around me) and myself! Its doesn't matter if it was good or bad or just an experience. Rather I will say realization of things which helps you to keep moving than experience. Experience is incomplete without realization and after realization only that experience comes! 

Studio had made me to realize that process is never ending. Even if the process is transition to get the product, but the actual process starts with the product itself. that product is also in transition of change by user, who like, hate, ignore it. "We can discuss process through the discussions and Products through the process." I am enjoying being in process now, may be a new addition to my personal belief.

I had never experienced before, may be the teaching is not different than India but the way he had taught is different than any other professor. It was just perfect for that time being. And I believe whatever had happened, will happen is all linked together. I am enjoying being in process for the first time and don't know what will be going to happen next year, birthday, quarter or class. I don't want to know, what I would like to know is what am I doing now!

Shayad maine ek aur reason discover kiya iss quarter se kyu "jaan pe he aana chaheye..." Reason to be nowhere, Where I stand! Trust me Its the best feeling someone can have. Off course, you have to struggle with yourself a lot before you realize THE same. Mere itne jaan pe aa gaya ke mai ye bhi bhul gaya ke maine ye post kya share karne ke liye shuru kiya tha..

I just wanted to share one of my recent not achievement but an realization of being real: My work from architecture ceramic class got selected for our local SCAD student's "Port city Review" literary art journal. P.S. Which was also a gift for my dearest mother (already had been given to her last summer) for not being there every time when she actually needed me...to let her realize that whatever experience I am being through will let me realize that, may be what she had experienced over years for me!!

Thank you all of you!! I can not share this to her so did here!!

west of rest is sleep.. Poetry in Motion

Just remembered about this one from metro New York.. thought to share with you all...

west of rest is sleep
east, dream
where water meets
north, emptiness,
south, wakefulness,
and out, rising up
to the stars, peace

marry christmas !!!

hi there
:)
everyone is done with site visits & alll....
& i m possibly going home on this week..
i m deadly waiting for devanshi's blog about her visit to goa.....

:D
please do it for me....
dnt forget
i miss u a lot here waiting for a week, when u will come back & log in to blogger....
mine too was bad time..but not that much..gone to science city..thoda panga hua ...
bas phir site visit khatam..aur aadhi chize to bhul gaya karne ke waha
:)

& wht about u astha..hamare baat nahi hui itni..u was out of ur balance & time also
:) why u both have too much craze to travel in general dibba yarrr
:(
dont u get that it is not safe & clean too...
:)

gopi ka to kab ka khatam ho gaya hain case studies or format bhi
dono kar diya na format laptop or dimag?????
:D

its fine dont want to start arguments,,...
its just a greeting messs


HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL OF U!!!!


gn...
bye

I was there, last year...

Had drafted this blog long back... but became lazy of uploading the pics... without which the write up would have been incomplete... but finally astha made me too nostalgic about our paradise of 4 months... so here i am with my cup of memories to share with... 

    

This is the pic of my virtually the last day in bombay! or with all due respect shud i call it MUMBAI! A day before we came back home for diwali...we had our formal farewell to each other by cutting one pastry for smita's bday that we were gonna miss( coz she wud be back home in yavatmal on her bday) and other pastry for all the good times we had together... and my cam captured this Random Moment of Life... last diwali had been different from this... in a lot of respects...

With the end of the year... it was an end of a lot of other things.... most importantly our 4 months stay in the glamorous city marked the ending... with that it also marked end of one phase of my relations with my friends, aquaintances, and even with my ownself... but simultaneously it also marked the begining of the phase II of the relationships once i was back... but it was totally a different scenerio as compared to the experience of those 4 months of my life...

It has always been my habit to relate instances of my life with people involved with it... so if i think of Those Four Months Of My life... (sounds like the title of some chetan bhagat book :).. ) the first images appear of my newly invented friendship with some always known people... following the images of the queens necklace, chocolate divine, carter road, that dhaba on the office lane, adventure travels in a local train, bandstand or even the bus stand where we used to go after lunch... god! the list is never ending...

 

It was also an end of a series of experiences that we wouldnt have experienced other wise... travelling in a local train dressed in a saree is one such experience... he he he

 

 

 There have been some such memories that have made a permanent impression over my life... and there have been some other that will wither away as we will get busy with our so called professional lives... but i believe everyone of us who was a part of this journey of four months... spent the most beautiful time of life...

Well, i could write pages over this... but let it be some other day... on a closing note... this is the following are the words i wrote on 24th Oct 2008...a day before departing... again wrote them while returning back from office in a local train...

Departures are always painful

And endings always hurt.

I wish this could go on...

but all of us have to move on...

I wish i could live this

just a moment more...

I wish I could feel the freedom

just a little long...

i want not to cause u hurt

but i need to say a good-bye

There is something in me that needs to die...

But before i leave

I want you to know,

What a great mentor,

you have been to me!

The moments we've shared

will always make me smile

But now we part in seperate ways

& with others spend our latter days

Still in our wealty memories

let others see that part of me

the part you'll always have

the part of me that made you laugh...

In time you'll see, much of you is me

Our friendship thus was true

And before I go, the world will know,

how much of me is you...

P.S.: On reading this, one may find it ends on a sad note... for me it doesnt... in true sense it just doesnt really end for me... but if you try reading between the lines... its just the longing for the fun time i shared with the most amazing people on the face of earth! Three cheers to all of us!

    

traumatic journals

The thought of writing journals has always given us goosebumps... it has been the most traumatic situations in these last 5 years... a day before submissions one would harldly kno the course... the unending calls from classmates... G.C. tables... missing pens and pencils... whoa! wat a "BEAUTIFUL" MESS it creates... so much so that this blog is also ever so awaited baby of all this havoc that we are induced to impose on ourselves... but these random moments of life will be cherished by us all life...

overlaping thoughts...

confusing charachters gifted by the mighty Romans... @#&*()( 189876 i ii ix.... GOD! this is so infinite...)

gloomy faculty faces...

shooting dialogues from movies...

hearty purposeless roars of laughter...

thrashing & pampering each other every now and then...

handling mood swings...

throwing tantrums...

tempting food...

hunting for refrences to TOPO from...

and finally the all time tag line... "jaan pe ata he... yaaarrrrr..." dominates our minds...