ravana
,

Yearn for the wisdom of Ravaan

I carried my daughter on my shoulder, a lame attempt at trying to tower a massive idol of Ravaan. We were at the Lal Quila fort in Delhi for Ram Lila celebrations where an enthusiastic crowd of few hundreds awaited the culmination of Navratri festival-Dusshera.
horsecloud
,

Dear Design…-Serendipity yours,

/
It was a beautiful Sunday morning, a perfect day for the family to head for the beach. When we reached there I settled my wife and my daughter and excused myself to go for a 5K ‘junk’ run. On my return what seemed like a never-ending course I noticed how a castle had begun to take shape.
I C

Jane kaha Gaye woh din

/
It’s that time of the year. My wife and I find this time extremely testing (no pun intended) to say the least. School books and exams always have given me the jitters. It’s an avalanche of memories (not exactly the kind I wish to remember).
chandigarh-2_1440480851

The Brute Architect

/
It is January 9th 1999, Chandigarh, India. This was an era when no cab apps like Ola or Uber existed. So I stood on the pavement braving the fierce cold trying to stop any public transportation to take me to the Capitol complex.