Har Ghar Kuch Kehta Hai

The first time I had walked into my interior design class, I had this dream about building my own home, not a house, if you know what I mean.
A home which welcoming, calming, has a lot of love, warmth, comfort & my distinct reflection onto it. I call it a 'home' since it would have my touch since day one.

Over the years whenever I have helped design houses for people, at the back of my mind I'd always feel an alternating happiness to help someone realise their dream & a sweet longing to build mine.

So, last year when my parents decided to renovate our home, that was the next best opportunity! Until I don't build my own nest, this was as close as I could get in realising that dream.

After a year & a half today, of a clamorous roller coaster, after resourcing my best; coz of limited parameters...[It was the renovation of a very old building!] that dream is almost realised.

Clamorous roller coaster becoz, Apart from me, every department has changed hands from more than one group of craftsmen.

Let me count.

The contractor, the electrician, the plumber, the tiles guys, the painters, the fabricator, the carpenter...All these. Phew!! Am I still forgetting anybody?? :O

Also, being a very old structure, every day presented a new surprise/shock in turns... Had expected that. When undoing a thing to do it back, one needs to be doubly careful about it. Treading delicately was the mantra.

As one can never estimate the cost of a wedding, one can also never estimate the exact timeframe & cost of building a house. People who relegate building of their houses to others will not experience this, only people who have been through any of these rigmaroles of building their homes on their own can truly understand the analogy of this fact.

& Today, as I see the final results of a lot of restoring, recycling, reinventing & rebuilding; hear the various comments on it, there is a sense of verve, that I did manage to fulfil my promise to self; even with a few warts & all. It takes the fatigue away from all the upheavals from the past year & a half's stress, overthrows, dead-ends & blocks.
Today, it is a job well done.
[Ummm...Did you ask 'Modesty'? Well, I ask, what's that? :D ]

So as 15/16 is getting back on track again, improved & improvised, I'm making a wish for blessed beginnings, happy things & lots of good times!
You are invited to come over for a peekoo with your good wishes too. :)

Aakhir, 'Har ghar kuch kehta hai, ke andar isme koun rehta hai.'

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Immediate Next

In my last post I was musing what will it next be in terms of technology invading our lives.

Today while browsing channels, I came across the promo of a new show which'll be up on air soon. Its about getting to know your past life.

Hmmm....Spooky?

Somewhat.

It could very well be a Pandora's box opening up. I've not been able to make my mind up how i find it. I'm curious yet parelley have mixed feelings if I would like to know my past..past life to be precise. I've always heard that human avatar is achieved after a lot of good karma's...n then it repeats itself till the karma's are not burnt off. But, what if I hear that I was some other creature in my past life..? Now I don't know if I'd like to hear that!

The teaser of the show is interesting...well made rightly to attract the 'right' kind of people. By that I mean, the way a certain good percentage of people who are de trop on this, also people who just are the curious kinds to see what's it all about, [like me] are very much likely to lap it up. The Trp game [that I understand nothing about], will pretty much be in a good percentage for them.

Getting back on track, in India we believe in the past life stuff & all, yet, how are they going to present it & what chart is the show going to be tracked on is attracting.

Anyways, it did though answer to my question of 'what next' of my previous post. Technology is paving waters into infinite waters in our lives. How precise or a sham this particular show would be, we wouldn't know for sure...except perhaps the participants.

Makes me stop at another question,

Why are we so hell bent upon digging the past & improvising the future that we have no time to notice what we are doing in the present?

Any replies?

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Virtual Realities

Logging onto Facebook makes me feel as if I'm watching something like the Big Boss! Everything is so publicised here.... or published rather! Gosh!

The way Facebook status is treated... something as a twitter feed, gets me to believe that some people, even if they sneeze, they get their bacteria published!! [Err.. I know that was gross.. Sorry! :P]
Putting it in a factual way, every thing from a 'hey its a Sunday' to 'I woke up late & had a heavy lunch' gets published. We have time to update every damn thing happening which we want to tell the world about, but where does it go?
Do we even think of to call up a friend & say "Hi! How you been?" To hear them, to talk to them? ...Or do we get out of the house to actually go up to meet them? [ 'We' includes me too... : ]
No, we don't. Coz we hear all about them, what they want us to know... all about it through the various network sites which act as magnifiers in our daily going ons.. & we as well are busy with our own magnifiers!

I don't mind knowing what's new in people's lives...my friends lives, but in saner proportions. I don't really need to know when someone woke up or what someone is wearing to work!! or even when is someone going to bed for that matter!
I personally feel its getting closer to the death of real interactions & personal communications altogether. The more far we are reaching out in the world, the more compact our pesonal lives are becoming.

Makes me shudder to foresee that we have so gotten onto virtual social networking that we'd start living a totally virtual life someday. [Or are we there already?]
Human People may just stop existing someday!

...What's next?

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