Monday, March 31, 2014

I went to Rajasthan

I was just going through the archives on this blog looking for a post from the older and much tragically deleted blog when I came across a post from October 2011 which is titled 'I want to go to Rajasthan'. And the jarring and awesome thing is that, as of December 2013, I have been. That is one thing which I can tick off and feel a modicum of happiness over. Usually, this blog is a study of whining and melancholia and bad grammar. But hopefully, this post is a spot of sunlight and hope. I have been to Rajasthan, with a part of my road trip crew and it was awesome.








Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Non Story

The building was built like a box. Someone had thought that it would be cool to build their own version of a pentagon for themselves, but then ran out of funds and had to settle for a square. But the cool part was the optical illusion that it created. You would never guess how big it was until you were standing in front of the gigantic gates and being completely dwarfed by the dam like walls of pure white rising up in front of you, like never ending extension of the sky. It was almost a spiritual experience, in that it made you momentarily think of the largeness of the universe and the ant you represent. Until you realize that its all man made, and then you just mentally gloat.

A man stood in front of those gates for about a minute before entering the fortress through a tiny mouse hole of a doorway - a meta gate - in the dark and imposing gateway. He had the immediate impression that he had been entombed in a matter of seconds. It was a very narrow corridor. He was led by white coated men down the hallway. The corridor seemed to be never ending, and after a point the man came to a conclusion that he was hopelessly lost and if the meeting he was being led to did not end successfully, he had seen the afternoon sun for the last time ever. With these last vampiric thoughts he shut off his thinking system and mentally prepared to enter a meeting with a client who needed something done which was very special.

Saturday, March 1, 2014

So, I take resolutions every freakin day and never stick to them. These days I'm not that worried that I'm not really that creative. But there is a "task" in my head which says "make something". And its no longer a compulsion but a chore and something I dread. I have stopped dreaming of becoming a concept artist and waiting for some external impetus to quit my job and do something else. To the point that yesterday I got fuckall drunk with colleagues and might have said extremely questionable things to my boss and might have behaved highly inappropriately. I hope it is all ignored, but knowing my luck it wont be and it will be a fucking awkward Tuesday.

Maybe it's time to start listening to the subconscious.