ArChI AliEN

YOU KNOW U'RE AN ARCHITECTURE STUDENT WHEN...

Subject: I don't need sex - the school of architecture fucks me all the time
Description: If you are architecture students you've probably experienced:-

• the taste of wood glue-



• changes in your vocabulary: homework to project, ball to sphere, etc-



• you don't understand how somebody can spend less than $20 at the supplies store



• you hate people telling you "go to sleep" or "do you still have a lot of work?"



• your friends and you don't have the same concept of work "oh, well do it right before class"



• you've slept more than 20 straight hours on weekends-you can easily discuss with authority the effects of caffeine on different drinks



• no matter the effort you put in a project, somebody will always say “why don’t you add this” or “why don’t you change this here” or “i think that…but…yeah, its ok”



• you’ve heard all your ipod songs in a week-you aren’t seen in public without bags under your eyes



• whenever you get invited somewhere, it is followed by “or do you have a lot of homework?”



• you’ll dance ymca with a choreography without a drop of alcohol in your system



• you write down a quick message with rapidographs, lead holders, markers and ink



• you constantly make up excuses for courses that are not design related why you didn’t do your work



• you have more pictures of landscapes and places than of people-your worst nightmare consists of not finishing a project



• someone once called you “lazy” and you wanted them murdered



• you can live without human contact, sunlight, food, but if your plotter’s ink runs out… chaos!!!



• when somebody lends you a Bic pen you look down at it



• you don’t care about sports cars, your favorite car is the one where you can put in your model and your huge computer



• you design spectacular things without the idea of the cost



• you have the modern mark: a blister in your palm’s hand for the constant use of your mouse



• everybody tells you how they admire your work, “but there is no money for it
  That's architourture lyfe....
  
  well this is a very common and popular writing with the architecture students so i thought il add my extension and flavour to it. I never thought that few things can change my life to extremes. there are so many things which sound So weird to a common person but for me its normal now. If i can be awake for 48 straight hours i can also sleep for 48 straight hours.
  I have been to police station, court, hospital, mental hospital, assembly every possible weird place on this earth on the name of case study, Just imagine i was in F bar at 11 O clock in the morning for case study.Damn!!
  Kids just love my room becoz they find all kinds of color pencils, paints, crayons, clay etc.
  I have major fights with my 5 yr old neighbour because he flicks my lil stationary:P
  I spend more than 2000 rs on stationary every month.
  My room is a major breading centre for all weird insects.
  I am super active in the nite. Only the clock reminds me that i need to sleep or the milk mans bell.
  All my clothes have paint stains on them.
  I have approximately around 50 Kgs of sheets and i store all of them, even a scrap paper is the most important document for me, entry of servant maid is banned in my room.
  My mom always thought i was the dirtiest girl but soon she gave up when all my friends came home for a nite out and now she says dimpy and her friends are the dirtiest and i say mom that comes with architecture. love it or leave it!!!!
  My sisters once told me that they will kill me one day for spreading over my stuff all over the house and use my sheets instead of the wood to burn me.
  We slept on the railway station platform, college corridors, bus foot boards and still think they were the most comfortable places.
  I go for a 8 day trip with just a college back pack.
  Our lunch or dinner in any restaurant just ends up only with one conversation i.e discussing the design of the resaturant.
  I treat my wall as a canvas.
  We live in this world where we discuss the beauty of nature the beauty of every not so beautiful thing for a common man and can also write a 5 page design philosophy on a normal chair.
  Well can write more and more about it, but il shal stop it here.
  all that i can say end of it is "ARCHITECTURE LOVE IT OR LEAVE IT"

this is not done :( :(

I worked hard....i seriously worked real hard. The output also turned out to be pretty pleasing. But I m not getting what I deserve. A mere 12 mark out of 30....is that all.....I mean wasnt my work even worth for a min 50%. I m really depressed.......
To my surprise and rechecking of the mark list all students allotted under the jurer Ar Vinod Muddu scored low. All in 12-13 range while the rest students all pass away with minimum 15 marks. Ok I can go wrong.....at any point ....but students with me my friends Uzma and Archana the toppers for the past sems they cant go wrong. On a serious note they cant go wrong. Not to forget sameeras done a good job too i thought she would be clear top scorer. But bloody hell we all stuck with that 12-13.
I wanna complain.....
I seriously wanna complain......
and not just leave it there .........
I wanna get things right.......
i don’t understand whom to blame?
Why am I so unlucky?
But why should luck play such a important role........
Is int the hard work that matters end of the day.....
About the jurer i guess i can bitch heartily about him.
What does he think he is?
He must be a very great Architect with many projects in hand
SO WHAT?????
How can he forget that i am still a student and im still learning.
He can’t compare me with him, now I understand the essence of art of teaching. Not all can become teachers.....the world really needs good teachers to create good human beings. I would never have lost respect for him if he dint mark his own students lavishly in internals.
How can he do that????
How can he be partial..........
when he looks back doesn't he not realize that he was also a student some time.
With all this on one side on the other side i see people who walk away with a good score for doing nothing (almost) and there are few who present these flicked property and
SURPRISE SURPRISE!!!!
Top scores again
WHAT THE FUCK!!!
is there like no one who's watching them, I know I can also do that but my conscious will never allow me. Never mind, End of the day it’s only for me and my pleasure that i work.
But I am not gonna accept my fate this time. Enough is enough I m not gonna take my marks light any more. I m gonna fight and I will get every quarter mark that I deserve. I will fight for what I deserve.

No more “I DON’T CARE” because I care for what I deserve and a 12 is definitely not what I deserve.

CAUTION: this blog contains excessive amounts of frustration's , anger, temper....be careful.

No Cheers!!!

I wanna get slaushed and break that bottle on someones head....

deepti!!!

Train gain!!!!!

The scene was just perfect….sky all dark, stars twinkling window seat freezing while I was forced to attend 25^th anniversary of one of my uncles on the out skirts of the city.

While we were just driving our way , down the way I see a train going……..

I soo damn miss my trips the train journeys which rocked all time…….

Those endless games of teen pathaas till the TT fined us, the mad movie dumbcharades where we had to act for movies like “chudaail ki suhaag raat” :)) A Bhoogi full of our people around……

sitting and talking endlessly on the foot board……….

the concession form manipulations ….

getting down at every intermediate station……

end less coffee treats…….

Walking all the way from coach S1 to S12, Go Adam watching……

Going WOOO…HOOO about every thing ……….

Endless apologies to co-passengers for being too loud (helpless with that …its comes genetically) :p

As it just goes dark creeping into blankets staring out of the window kissing the cool breeze.

Oh ya how can I forget stupid compartment rules laid by fatty, rugs and abhi ….no ones supposed to sleep….damn they just cross all heights of tolerance and then starts the flash back session where we would become unbelievably senti….

It was sooo much funn!!!!!

Loved every bit of it……

Love for all those who traveled with me….

Cheers!!!

Deeps….

The amphitheatre dream........

Any small event that happened in the college i was always there into it....I just loved the entire work and ideas that pop up during organising any event.....
Events mean decoration to me, Ya i just love doing the decoration .....the craziest, wackiest of ideas they all work in decoration and believe me the kind of safisfaction your get after implementing your idea is over whelming......

Its just that joy that beats on all the hard work and effort.Right from the begin of my NASA journey starting from the Mumbai NASA. I have been a keen observer of all the decorations and little things that they set up and there started my dream..........
I wanted to be a part of a set that's decorated for a celebration.........
A set can make or break an event......
I dream of a amphitheater full of crowd.......
Enthusiastic and vibrant....
I dream of my college amphitheater all full with color and joy ..........
College flags flying hing in the air..................
A stage so vibrant that no one can take there eyes off......
Where every corner speaks and every square inch breathes...........
Mood is just one Celebration...........
My amphitheater dream :)
cheers!!!!
deeps!!!!

Whom do we Hate

Nine bomb blast in Bangaluru, 18 bomb blast in Ahmedabad, 11 live bombs diffused in Surat…… well this is not the first time….. The terror was high even when bombs blasted at the gokul chat, Mecca Masjid, Mumbai station blast or the jaipur blasts…..Who is to be blamed, The police force who is responsible for our security or the people who are behind these blasts….. I must just get a shiver in my nerve for a fraction of second when I get to hear about these and make sure I get to see all the coverage shown on all news channels and as days pass on I might just get bored and there something more interested. Lets us all give it a thought, we are among the fortunate ones who are not affected by these blasts (touch wood).

People who loose there families for doing no harm……..Is it fair? A father and his kids go shopping for Diwali crackers and come back with a dead son, lost leg and daughter full of scars. It might just be “One Dead and Two Injured” for the head lines. A gold smith who just went for a walk looses his eye sight and has severe back injury, he can’t get back to his profession and there are four people dependent on him. Young teenage son who goes for an educational trip to other city does not return back……

They lost something precious and may be few of us lost it too……

Whom do we hate? Why do we hate?

Can’t we just forgive and forget ……and just give love…..

Because its just one life and all that we remember at the end is our loved ones.

Who ever is responsible for these will be responsible, Lets make sure we are not responsible for any single tear how ever small it is. Let us spread love, joy and happiness in this world and erase the word “stranger” There is just one race The Humanity.

Let us be one, all together, let us come and discriminate against none….

Because life is worth a million smiles and loads of happiness

Love

Peace

Harmony

Cheers

Deepti