hey...thats kinda ok

....wanted to know if I really had time even think what I am up to these days...well blame it on the rain which let me do the thinking....after all two wheelers are just designed to go on two wheels....realized my head gear was too small to protect the rain from me..Huh...


Well let’s talk....
Of all the dusty days, muddywalks scary interaction and messy coffee talks.....Came across my dream job...let me learn weird of the weirdest...........
The plan seems no plan (err)....the prints gibberish.


Hooligan’s to kill taught
My feeling might rot
All I feel is dearth
Don’t think I am any smart.
When was the last time you felt like a fool?
A minute ago is when I felt like one;
I think dream job is all about your meaning
Meaning of being with the whaling;
Failing of sail;
Sail away from the feeling;


I am no poet to pen ma fantasies.
Just another victim, trying to tear apart my dread of a dream job.

I am no philosopher to preach

No Theorist to ponder over

Intellectual is what I can never be

Nor an Academic to write

I am no sage to practice.

I sang ma poem of valor

Shy was not ma POA
Need to stay the way they say,
Nothing to gay,
All I need to do is pay;
Pay attention to what they say;

So all you want to do is lay;
Lay your mind to the day’
Its seems May;
May your day just play?
Play the trick to its way;
Is life still a gay?
Gay for the day,

All right ......is this ma way...
even before you start thinking ; just start finding your way

never be loud........

just got enlightened by the fact that "your choice of good music never dies".......
It works like your instincts......

New job.....
First day....
Felt like a piece of nothing in da world.......like a heavy drop of oil floating in a big sea.....felt the whole was all the time in da world for moi... now realisation has a new name, need i to say college days were heaven.
camaflogue or die finding your place.


No loud music...The only things which plays loud is a radio playin good old tracks for the elderly masses.
ma player has a new dimension added to it.... seems like"the stop button was dead from ages".
designed to play loud 24/7....


still playin loud would be me ...
questioning ma self on silly things and still tryin ma best to float some where the tides push me.

what the hell ....who says designing is cool

will the change ever update it self..........
metaphor in ma blood....
design in ma head ...
still planning for the dead....
and the blood has to be still red....

who says blue blood still exists

the papers rappling at the dead lines...lines and points makes no sense to me...all i want is an edge to it...
stuck with hobs and focets, still hopin to be some one whom i really can be.....
never the less life goes on...still finding joy in tiles and sinks......
focets and flooring...
holding on to standards and anthropometrics.....
gone are the days where whims and fantacies had their ways....
all you gonna do is ape the west...or still live in the past....

ma standards are just for me....dare you to be me....

oh dearie....
what are you still wondering for
......... christmas......

go dig your head into those standards or time saver standards....
and ape those flw(frank llyod wright) windows or those eames chairs....

design still sucks.....

stick to your still standing taught....love the way you love to love the loved love