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protean ramble: November 2008
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Sunday, November 30, 2008. Seething anger. And a complete sense of being vulnerable. I’ve never known this fear before. Where I walk, strangely aware of every un-rhythmic movement around me. Where I wonder if this is over. Or if someone would retaliate and kill a few more innocent people to take revenge of an edifice that was charred for the amusement of a few individuals on a political picnic. I saw the Taj burn, and understood what hate means. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.
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protean ramble: September 2007
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Wednesday, September 5, 2007. There shall be much written on the soaking emptiness of this virtual page. The next few days. Its a pity i shall have to type. For if it were the same as. The joy of an ink blot on grainy paper. My lamy and me. Would have both been happier. Maybe, i shall succumb. To the temptation of. Scanning in real written pages. And letting you breathe them in. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. A History of the World. Des in the City. Design is in - Today.
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protean ramble: boyohboy
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Friday, January 8, 2010. Sunshine brought him in. A gleam on my rearview mirror. Of the car i never drove or dreamt up. But the one that pushed my train up the hill. From where i could see. A high tide, surging up a haze. A reverie in green, white and blue. Shimmering a million pieces held, glued. A whistle that held the tune. Breezing in, the curtains they pirouette. In circles and halves. Tangential like the lives that hold us. Of people i wanted to visit and of places i wanted to be. Bury, in the lair.
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protean ramble: December 2009
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Sunday, December 13, 2009. Patches of darkness spill. Lit by a million fireflies; guiding. And songs of a song. Spent walking our minutes by the leash. Letting them go, out but not far. We walk them in sync and when you stop. I know its time. To retrace those steps and go home. To arms we belong, times we contain and possessions we become. Walk with me the time. This time, once. Thursday, December 10, 2009. Tuesday, December 8, 2009. Corner tales and wooden smells. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Awesome Inc...
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protean ramble: Central Line
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Thursday, January 21, 2010. In times that greys and whites. Pattern, speckle and tesselate. Stretches of tiles and skies. A yellow line smudged with. The earth it carved out. Trails the fringes of the songs. You draw in your mind. As you alight volumes of steel. And adverts of countries. You'd visit as you sleep, fitfully. Cashing in on your frequent flier miles. The ragged dolls of pity. Strut the beaches in exotic names and swimwear. As the blondes stand neckdeep. In callous dark waters, bobbing. A Gio...
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Art, Design and Culture. On Feb 20, 2012. Bull; 11:09 am. I’m designer of many persuasions including (but rarely limited to) scenography and illustration. I believe passionately in the power of design to change the quality of our lives materially, emotionally and spiritually and am an advocate for culturally inclusive design thought and practice. Having lived and worked in the Middle East, UK and India, I am now based in Mumbai where I run an independent design practice, Kahani Designworks.
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protean ramble: weekend tramplings
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Sunday, December 13, 2009. Patches of darkness spill. Lit by a million fireflies; guiding. And songs of a song. Spent walking our minutes by the leash. Letting them go, out but not far. We walk them in sync and when you stop. I know its time. To retrace those steps and go home. To arms we belong, times we contain and possessions we become. Walk with me the time. This time, once. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. A History of the World. Des in the City. Design is in - Today.
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protean ramble: out
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Friday, January 1, 2010. Thick pie crusts gone stale. Old rancid layers of creamcheese. I wipe it clean. Clear now, the glass and the mind. Markings in yellow markers swept loose. Broken, multiplying and hooked distances. From one another and the other. The lid struck down. The tear is scanty now. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. A History of the World. Anirban Dutta Gupta : Visual Communication Designer. CO-LIBRARY How do we measure the success of a Public library.
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protean ramble: November 2009
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Thursday, November 26, 2009. It takes the biscuit. The tickets, were difficult to procure. The show runs a full house every single evening. And the sell out is easy to understand after two odd hours of stepping into the world, that is, Warhorse. Starkly, an honest tale. And honestly, a stark one at that. Thursday, November 19, 2009. Too many a door, too many a dot. I walked through an epiphany. No heights, no deafening hum. Sepia sequences in duotone. Paper thin stone facades. Leaves rustling up a tune.
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protean ramble: December 2007
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Sunday, December 23, 2007. Airplanes are mundane spaces. to be squashed in leg-crunching,backbreaking seats for several hours (that may not be a result of international travel but prolonged delays with lowcost airlines) is not something i look forward to. But then every now and then (even if the most desirable man does not plant his bum on the seat next to mine) something makes the journey worth the torture. This was one of them. The airdeccan flight from delhi to goa- june 2006. He was called Domo.
