Monthly Archives: March 2013

Here’s a picture of Saurabh in action. After having mastered walking on the slackline, he’s now practicing the art of levitation. In case you want to know more about his mystical powers, his work, or just him, you can check out his blog here.


To Aai, from Nazuk

(‘Aai’, in Odiya means ‘grandmother’. This is a piece I had written over a year ago, in memory of my ‘aai’, who was the strongest, most giving person I knew. I am called ‘Nazuk’ at home.)

Will I find you at the doorway
In the garden of our house?
Or will you be looking through the metal grill
While going back to the old newspaper,
In it – the  same lines?
Will you still be quietly waiting
Leaning, as you always did
Against the broken brick wall?

I wonder, much too often
If you still looked like the picture;
The one of you I keep close to me.
Or have you changed, as I have?
Because I have grown up now.
I am older and wiser, they say.
“You will make her proud”,
They’d tell me often.
But I know I couldn’t possibly.
I am not half the person i was,
When you were around.

I am scared I am growing too old.
I am scared I will forget you,
And the wrinkles of your face.
I am scared I will not remember
Your tender hands’ trace.
I am scared I will forget
The smell of your old trunks
And of those we reluctantly put behind
The night that you left.
I still hold onto your shawl,
And it never keeps me warm.
Because its cold here, in winters
And its cold in here without you.



A few months ago, I began to document my Final Graduation Project in the form of a blog. Everyday, I would come back from work and spend at least 2 hours writing down what I did that very day. Being someone who finds pleasure in writing, this daily ritual of documentation became my excuse for elaborate storytelling. I spent hours correcting tenses and adding images; checking if the grammar wasn’t incorrect. Reading and re-reading my drafts. After all, whatever I wrote, would be viewed by people. The act of documentation evolved into a ‘show off’ of sorts. As much as I was enjoying it, I could sense that the documentation was taking a back seat in priority. Strangely enough, I put in more thought into my work and more work into my thought, so I could blog about it the very next day. It kept me going. Probable public appreciation, or the lack of it, or just the reassurance of possible views, helped me document my project regularly and meticulously. But then, I stopped – intermittently.

For almost a month, in between, I felt like I had nothing to say – nothing to blog about. My project kept on going but I felt I had lost the pace. I sensed inertia creep in. In retrospect, I do believe a lot of work happened during that time, but all of it was in thought and I, for one, could not witness it. Had I documented my thoughts then, maybe jotted them down somewhere, I would have been quicker to realize the amount of work I put in; and possibly been at a more advanced level than I am at right now.

So what did the ‘pause’ do to me?

1. It made me much slower, and that’s not a bad thing

I have started to blog again, but I don’t force myself to do it every single day. I give myself time to compose my thoughts and write only when I feel it is essential that I do. On an average, my updates have grown(or shrunk) to become a weekly affair. That too, if I think it convenient and/or appropriate.

2. It made me objective

For that whole ‘pause’ of a month, I gradually got used to being a spectator to my documentation. Not to seem presumptuous, but I believe I am my worst critic. It is (very)difficult for me to appreciate first and then criticize. So when I read my posts from a third person’s perspective, I found so much to be wrong with it, I almost decided to quit. When I got back to writing it again, I made a conscious effort to be crisp about what I had to say and how I was to say it. I started looking at problems like problems and not as prospective storytelling opportunities (or even, as a thesaurus).

3. I learn’t not to give up

Knowing me, I would never have gotten back to writing that blog again. I would just have been too lazy to do it; and later, would have simply rationalized this laziness with some very strong reasons that even I could not have dismissed. But the thing is, I didn’t! I kept trying to write a blog post everyday. I failed each day, but two days later, I tried again. And a month later, I managed to post three blog posts, including a quick recap of the ‘absconding month’.

3. I understood the intent

I have always, only written things for my own self (and almost all of it, on the back of random notebooks). Typing, I feel, is intimidating. For the longest time, I understood there to be a very clear demarcation between pleasurable writing and bland documentation. I always wanted to merge the lines, thinking I would create pleasurable documentation. I realized much later, that the objective of documentation cannot be to insinuate pleasure – it must only be used as a record. I could go as far as to plan a good (or even brilliant) documentation, or interesting; but not pleasurable – for that was never the intent.

I happen to be relatively new to blogging, but I can safely say that I am enjoying every bit of it.

I know I’m posting really old stuff. Written almost 4 years ago, this one is really special to me.


Those feathers on the earth
Were once of her skin
They spoke of infinite zest
They told the tales that should have been.
But her feet seemed too frail
Unable to bear her weight
And that of all the miseries she bore
She struggled, even to see.
She could not fly yet
She knew – never would she!
Yet walk, she did
To reach that exhausted bough
Where she would sing with all her might
With all the love she held
In her heart of trembling sand
In her indestructible soul!
But it’s all the same in the dark
The noise of the sparkling dust
The folds in her fallen wings
The pain of the dying lark.

1 Day = 8 Hours of Work + 1 Hour of Slacklining

We, at Design Route, have very recently discovered the unexplainable joys of slacklining. Everyday, post lunch, we head out to the park outside the office and set up the mighty slackline. From setting it up to trying to balance ourselves on it, we have a lot of fun doing it all.

And owing to my current ‘gif’ obsession, I decided to document our daily slackline diaries in form of gifs. Here’s one with Anisha.

Anisha on the slackline

Boredom is a false pretense. I believe that when you are ‘bored’, you’re always feeling something that you either don’t want to accept or are just too lazy to analyse. When I say I’m bored, I am usually trying to suppress my restlessness about having to do something or not getting the opportunity to do it.

My boredom, compelled me to try a gif experiment. Still need to learn how to export better quality images. Until then, I shall revel in the ‘novel thing’, I explored.