Perspective: A journey through Architecture

‘People who look through keyholes are apt to get the idea that most things are keyhole shaped’

I have always enjoyed taking walks. They rejuvenate me and fill me up with a sense of tranquillity and calm. What we see incites us to think about how everything seems so chaotic yet so beautiful at the same time. An iron bench next to a tree and the sound of the birds, come together to render a scene that is majestic and brilliantly natural. What I have realised now is that somehow I tend to absorb more than I ever did. I suddenly have, as I can safely say, ‘a vocabulary’ to understand and express things in a better way.

Scattered pebbles, were once ‘scattered pebbles’, but today are a composition. Colours never ‘collated’ or ‘blended’ with so much ease as they do now. Balance, rhythm, hierarchy never did jump at us with so much power that makes us stand still and let the scene sink in. Our cameras have now found, for themselves, better angles and lighting. Birthday collages somehow come out to be better and more ‘amiable’. Architecture has put in all of us, a sense to see, decipher and acknowledge everything with a mind that is focused and enlightened.

Are we poets? I wouldn’t disagree. Our emotions are linked with the tiniest of things. We do express our wonder when light from a lamp falls beautifully on a crystal glass, yet we do not hold back our contempt when a priceless antique is lit up by a piercing halogen. Ah lamp posts - a classic example of rhythm. What would we have called it had we not known our ‘words’? One does tend to ponder.

Are we artists? We do know that pink and blue are not the best of friends. Who doesn’t, right? Somehow we now have options of how pink and blue split into shades and tones and we are almost always able to reach for ourselves, a visual compromise. We are far past the image of Barbie’s and Hot Wheels!

Are we musicians? In a street that speaks of concrete, tiles don’t seem to fit. The thought itself makes us flinch. Yes, we are thinking about notes. Sketching seems to take control after a while and we generate forms that fit into each other. Music isn’t music if a note goes wrong. So is architecture. As put by Friedrich von Schelling, ‘Architecture, in general, is frozen music‘.

What are we then? Are we everything or nothing at all? I think our question was long before answered by the iron bench next to the tree.

‘What we see depends mainly on what we look for. ‘ - John Lubbock

Glug Glug Machine

Mujhe glug glug machine banani aati hai :D

Pure

I feel humbled to be in presence of such powerful emotions. One which enthralls us and beckons us to embrace it. One that so light yet so strong that it quenches us of that desire which we never knew we had for so long.

It really is a wonder to see how everything falls into place all the time. So much chaos yet none of it.

Dreams don't always send messages, they just show how life would be or could be the other way round.

Waking up is so fresh. A smile stays for long. Little did I know that this could be so pure, yet tastes like forbidden fruit.



Life as I know, rocks to no end :D

Thank you for making it so special :)

There are times when you connect at levels you never knew existed. It is at that precise moment that thoughts and words come pouring out. Words so intense and deep that they leave an echo of power and drain you of strength.

I love such moments. They make me think about the world differently. The noises fade out and the thought steps in, like a bold outline in a fog.

I read Blogs too

I miss some of them

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Where art thou ? :) ;)

AO Technology

The Thunder beckons me to touch it,
The rain is cold and welcome,
The trees dance in a beautiful silhouette,
I swear, there is magic in the air :-)




First post through my phone. Sweet and cumbersome :-D :-P

He crossed oceans, he found land

He searched for mountains, he found sand..

His emotion was just,

His words were few,

His eyes were sparkling,

'His' need was true..

He looked into the distance and found 'her' crouching,

Looking for a place to hide her dolls,

He picked her up and they walked together,

Through forests and ice, deserts and falls...

Rogue

He looks at Jane. He sees more than what hits his eye. Behind her smile, is a girl trying to break free. She bangs against the door, desperate screams of desolation.

Jane is smiling. Why does he see her sadness ? He walks towards her. She smiles and waves. He looks deep into her eyes. His expression, unforgiving and solemn. She freezes.

" How did you know ? "

" I always knew"

" I look happy. "

" Yes. You 'look' happy. "

" I can't help it. Who would listen ? "

" I would. Try me. "

" Will you understand what I feel ? "

" You will be amazed. I know more than what you think I do "

This conversation never took place. They just looked at each other. Jane runs away.

Mind

A lot to do, a lot to say,

A lot to think on my way,

A dream to dream,

A road to take,

A will to prosper,

An urge to break..

A sign to spot,

A leaf to find,

A quote to whisper,

To the one left behind..

A belief to rescue,

A sacrament to die,

A direction to follow,

And wings, to fly :)