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Paper folding, Origami, search, mathematics

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information and architecture

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W A T E R

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Architettura,
Free archive of magazines, newspapers,etc.High Beam
Famous Architects

Hotel Taj: Icon of Whose India?

Came across a mail which shows another point of view(i would'nt say different).We will always be debating on these topics. Like there is no end to this, the chiken and egg debate, of who came first. But all things boil down to BASIC things. To sell something, it has to be made dramatic sometimes and that is what leads to drastic results many a times.
Some facts about MEDIA.

THE SELBY, Photographer

Interesting set of photo theme collected. How people build their own space. Todd Selby collected images of interesting people and their creative spaces

The Grid System

The grid system is an aid, not a guarantee. It permits a number of possible uses and each designer can look for a solution appropriate to his personal style. But one must learn how to use the grid; it is an art that requires practice.”

-Josef Müller-Brockmann

THE GRID SYSTEM

Just like that

Last movie you saw in a theater
DOSTANA
What book are you reading
zEN AND THE ART OF MOTORCYCLE MAINTAINENCE
Favorite board game
LUDDO
Favorite smells
DAISIES, JASMINE, ROSE sometimes
Favorite sound
BEE HUMMING
Worst feeling in the world
THAT YOU ARE STUCK AND NO WAY OUT
What is the first thing you think of when you wake up
WISH I COULD SLEEP MORE
Favorite fast food place
BHEL
Future child's name
RAJ/RAHUL -NAAM TO SUNA HOGA
Finish this statement. "If I had a lot of money, I'd...."
TRAVEL
Do you drive fast
YES
Do you sleep with a stuffed animal
NO
Storms- Cool or scary
COOL
was your first car
MARUTI SUZUKI 800 - dads actually, I DROVE IT
Favorite drink
WATER / WATER BASED FLOWER EXTRACTS
Finish this statement. "If I had the time, I would..."
I HAVE IT ALREADY
Do you eat the stems on broccoli?
NO
If you could dye your hair any color, what would be your choice?
RED, i already did
Name all the different cities/towns you have lived in
Surat, Ahemdabad, Pune.
Favorite sports to watch
LAWN TENNIS
One nice thing about the person who sent this to you
I GOT IT FROM A BLOG
What's under your bed?
CHATTAI
Would you like to be born as yourself again?
YES
Morning person or night
OWL
Over easy or sunny side up
OVER EASY
Favorite place to relax
WITH LEAST PEOPLE ALONE
Favorite pie
NONE
Favorite ice cream flavour
NONE
Of all the people you tagged this to, who is most likely to respond first?
NONE

Log gusse main bomb nahi banate

Bas, hawa hi bhari hai golo main,

sui chubh jaye to pichak jaye

gusse main bomb nahi banate

Gulzar one my favourites, cannot be more true as he says it may be fun, when we play with balloons and mistakingly blow it up. But it takes a calm, thoughtful mind to make a bomb. People can't be let gone, by saying we were brain washed or under anger seige, when we did this disasterous action. Log gusse main bomb nahi banate.

The king and the little man

There was an Old country,
with mountains and mists, rivers and valleys, woodlands and orchards, birds and beasts,
and people.

And it has a king, But who is a king?
A king is a man. Only an over-built man.
And he had a throne.
What is a throne?
A throne is a chair.
Only an over-wrought chair.

The king put his throne on a high place and sat on it when he came before the people.
That made him look bigger than others.
He wore silks and gems, crowns and diadems.
He carried swords and spears, bows and arrows.
This made him look grand.

Though a little like and over loaded camel.

But people were impressed. There was no such person here they lived.
Even in their circuses and operas.
This as a real king.
And this pleased the king to know.
For the kings want others to think about them. Always.

And in the same country was another man.
A small man like other small men.

But he has a bright eye, a keen mind and a sweet tongue.
And while most people talked about themselves,
he talked about other things.

Like the snows on the mountains
or butterflies in the morning sun, or the star shine at midnight.

And he sang songs about them.
That came to people as a breath of fresh air.
Leading them to see a little further than themselves.
Leading them to feel they were part of a larger world.

One Sunday morning , as her often did, the king held a court in the open ground.
outside his palace. And the whole country came to see him, including the little man.
The day was beautiful. The sky was the deepest blue.
And a white cloud floated in the middle of it like a dream boat.

At the fixed hour, The king's drums rolled and the king's bugles blew.
And the king glittered in his diadems.
But a soft ind rose along the grass.
It blew on the people's backs and up into the skies.

And the white cloud moved.
"look", said the little man. And everyone turned around and gasped.

The cloud went by. And the snow peaks came into view.
"Oh", said everyone with his eyes on the snow peaks.
No one would look at the king.
The king felt crest fallen. and he left in a huff.

The courtiers tried to pacify him.
all days will not be as fair as today, your Majesty, they said.
But he was not satisfied. Their advice as no advice.
He had to have a queen . From across the frontier.

Whom he could consult insecret.
So came the queen. But who is a queen?
A queen is a woman.
Only an over-dressed woman.
She is padded and pearled. She is painted and manicured.
But she was clever. The king told her his fears.
Dont bother, my dear, she said. I know the answers.
After all, have studied in the Harvard Business School.

And she knew.
It is'nt enough today for kings to hold court.
Those bugle notes do not cross a field.
And all that fold and glitter is lost at twenty yards.



still writing...........