some reasons for not writing. bye chitra. the houses at the end of time .

the weeks seem to go by at such a high speed that i have almost no idea what has happened by the end of the day. writing a post then seems to be completely pointless. and then there has been a self imposed ban that i have placed upon myself to be careful about what i say here, especially after my words seem to turn up on google searches too close to the top. they tend to have more importance in forming opinions than they should- or so i think. anyway, all of this has led to me becoming more wary of writing.

besides this, is of course the fact that i am supposed to write so many other things that i haven’t even begun. articles for some journals on mumbai and the work of the school. ideas are forming in my head about the uses of metaphor to understand the city and by the time i get down to a computer screen they vanish and i type and erase and type and erase. i am hoping for a flood of words someday. but that day better come soon. but i am giving myself too many excuses now. i must write now. even if it is only recording the places i have been to this week.

once to town with mukul for his visa. he leaves for norway, morocco and spain this tuesday. now he will have something to blog about. we had lunch at the exotic ming palace in colaba with parveen sultana and her husband behind us.

then there was an esquisse ( a short design exercise) planned for the whole college. from 5 in the evening on friday to 5 in the evening on saturday. “the houses at the end of time”. hopefully evocative enough a title for the students to explore some.

the supremely talented chitra left this week for johns hopkins at baltimore- a city where we used to spend time on the waterfronts having lunches and walks on the weekends. it was also a place where i did my first urban design studio. a proposal for the inner city reconstruction of the crime infested housing blocks of the 50s. only later when i had gotten over the haze of being in a new country did i understand the horrific gentrification and cleansing process that lay at the heart of the enterprise. bye chitra. and keep in touch.