People are stupid in your field

People do not know what they want. They barely know what they need, but they definitely do not know what they want. They’re conditioned by the limited imagination of what is possible.

-Vignelli

I know I need a chair to sit upon. But I do not have the time, acquired skill or understanding to make a chair, appropriate with ergonomics, quality and design, for my needs. I am not a chair-maker. I am conditioned by the limited imagination of the chairs I have seen.

Now, think if you as a chair maker realized this. It, automatically, is your moral duty to bring upon the world, chairs that YOU think I need.

If you were starting out, you would do market-research etc. and find out that common-household Indian plastic chairs sell the most. You will suppose it is what people need the most. But, really it is just what people want, choosing from the pool of exiting chair designs. Dig deeper. Find out the real need. How are people actually using those chairs ? Then make that chair. Add 1 to the pool. It is the hardest step but strive for it. Don't do market research, because people are stupid in your field. They are not chair-making expert, as you are. .

entertainment of our times

What are these scars from?” she asked. 

 

“They’re battle wounds,” I replied. 

 

She looked at me for a long time. 

 

“Who were you battling?” 

 

“Myself.” 

 _

Above quote is from Winnie the Pooh.
Even cartoons have their dark sides .


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Thoughts are like shadows

Thoughts are like shadows.

They need a light of an event to be cast and their texture depends on the reason why they came into existence.

Thoughts are like shadows. There is no thought without event. There is no thought when there is event all around you.

Thoughts are like shadows. Always empty and in unicolor.

Thoughts are like shadows. Once perceived, it can be cast on any surface.

After the artist has done its work, the thoughts vanish. Only traces of those thoughts created by the artist is saved in its periphery.

Attracted to complexity

I think I am like everyone in liking things that are complex and beautiful.

Patterns are generally pretty. But they are regular.
But the opposite, where beauty  is found in irregularity and non-patterns is what attracts me. (us?)

Even so with people.
In fact, more so.

I am immediately attracted to pretty looking complex person. I leech up on them as puzzlers to mysteries and I am absolutely restless until I figure them out. Find all the pathways and hidden tunnels and most importantly the reason why they were formed. To know how, additionally, is just humane  fun.

Once I have figured out a person, why they are as they are and how can I manipulate them, they stop attracting me.

I leave them. Appeal is gone.

sleep

We spend one-third of our lives sleeping.

Is it a waste of time?

We seek to be awake for more & more time.
And utilize that time for activities.
Activities, that are supposed to be a reason for living.

They say, you are 'asleep forever' when a person dies.
You don't know that!
What if I don't get to sleep?

Depressed people sleep more, shrink said.
Maybe, I say, but they are not the only ones.

When I am awake I do creative activities, creating things, drawing, writing.
When I am sleeping I create dreams.
Everyone knows that they are in a dream. Dream is one's own piece of art.

Who are you to decide ?

No Reason

My chachi ran away.
She was cheating on my uncle.

Him a truck driver like most of my uncles.

Chacha had 3 kids.
She left with two.

 ..

My cousin grew up at bua's.
He lives at the old village house where my Dada used to live.
Rohit is old enough and a working man now.

..

My mother and Rohit talk on phone regularly.

"Taayiji, ik vaar taan ohna nu milan jaana ae main.."
[ I want to meet them (his sis bro & mother) once ]

laces & zips

Beauty
is in the details.
When
the reveal is
bit by bit;
soaking in
all the perfection
amongst
imperfections,
and there is so much
of it,
it flows.
Slow reveal
bit by bit;
untying
of the laces;
zips
opening
s-l-o-w-l-y
making their
screech;
daring
teasing
flirting
when
the reveal is
bit by bit;
Beauty
is in the details.

परकाले

 न बचा है न बचेगा,

काल ज्वाला सब जलेगा

वक़्त जब तांडव करेगा,

रक्त झर-झर तब बहेगा

सूर्य तब ठंडा पड़ेगा,

सर्द सागर भी तपेगा ..

( From The Incomplete Works of Kartikeya Kaul , Inspired by Doga )

Beauty in Chaos

Why does anything look beautiful?
No its not aesthetics. Aesthetics are nothing. Its just the associativity of our brain.

Children are taught orderliness and advocated beauty in shapes and symmetry. Boundaries refine and colors define. And that is how art is. Although such a perception originated from nature, it is quite possible that in an alien race (or perhaps one alienated from rest of humans) surrounded by chaotic nature, finds beauty in chaos.

Strangely, this reminds me of India.

Pendulum

I wasted
            a lifetime
                        on your love
                                         your lies
                                                     your
                                                             faded eyes
                                                only to be
                                 left hungry
            wanting nothing;
would you
       come
       back,
       once
       so I can say
                       no?

and then, the third time she came
      I had to oblige.
And thus spoke she:
you made thou calling
nothing contemptible therein;
     “stay, till
a cold and stiff companion
you bury”, i requested