B-Log

Design emerges from and for need. Often we humans misinterpret these needs. We humans…? i.e. beings at my institute.

The tuft of insulation guarding their grey-matter from the chilly winds, has suddenly lost all meaning and cause. Or, chances are that they all hail from Down Under, and got their seasons all confused.

It’s not that people had never done it before. But now, it’s an epidemic which has swallowed atleast 6 people in the last 3 days.

Whatever may be the reason, men with perfectly healthy, bouncy, silky hair are going bare. Shed those locks and shaven their heads.

Is bald the new beautiful?

Losen the control when you need it to go farther.
Never stretch it, when falling.

Life of life and kite-flying.

From being the one to hold the charkhi*, almost a couple of decades back, I have now graduated to the level of cutting my finger with manjaa*.

When the sky turns almost dark, holding on to that thread which you can’t spot the end to… gives you a feeling of holding on to some kind of a divine umbilical cord connecting you to the supreme being.

And pulling the kite back at such times sets inside the shoes of Dushasana and the kite in the role of Draupadi. The “saddi*”-haran never seems to end.

Today was my first lesson given by the Godfather. Plan to become a pro by tomorrow :)

* - Brand-new kite-flying vocab I acquired today.

Every step in sync. Moving in concentric circles. Matching every move to the beat.
And it doesn’t even take a few minutes to learn and become a part of it.
The power of our brain to learn and adapt.

This was the conscious. Imagine what all we pick up every other moment without even being aware of it!

Whooopeee!!
(I choreographed the first one here.)

Watch!