Raga has this on her blog and she was right when she thought I would be very likely to respond;)
So here goes:
So you think you know me ?
Think again...........
1. What is your occupation right now?
Architect (Specialising in Airport and Transportation Design & Planning)
2. What color are your socks?
Sock-less at the moment;)
3. What are you listening to right now?
Khuda Jaane - Bachna Ae Haseeno
4. What was the last thing that you ate?
Upma - Home made!
5. Can you drive a stick shift?
Yes. Driven one for 3 years.
6. Last person you spoke to on the phone?
Mommy
7. Do you like the person who sent this to you?
'Like' is understating it.
8. How old are you today?
29 today, 30 in 5 more days;)
9. What is your favorite sport to watch on TV?
Diving
10. What is your favorite drink?
Water - Ice cold!
11. Have you ever dyed your hair?
Yes. Various colours, at various points of time:)
12. Favorite food?
Daal-Chaawal.
13. What is the last movie you watched?
A Wednesday
14. Favorite day of the year?
October 2nd; the whole motherland celebrates it;)
15. How do you vent anger?
I have'nt been angry in a very long time now.
16. What was your favorite toy as a child?
The blackboard i scribbled on, while teaching my make-believe class.
17. What is your favorite season?
Monsoon in Mumbai; all of them in NYC.
18. Cherries or Blueberries?
Cherries.
19. Do you want your friends to e-mail you back?
Sure.
20. Who is the most likely to respond?
Dont know.
21. Who is least likely to respond?
Most people I know:)
22. Living arrangements?
Simply phenomenal.
23. When was the last time you cried?
Dont remember the movie, but am sure it was while watching one.
24. What is on the floor of your closet?
Shelf.
25. Who is the friend you have had the longest that you are sending to?
Not sending this to anyone.
26. What did you do last night?
Friend's birthday party/ Presidential debate/ Dinner with another set of friends...too many things to list here.
27. What are you most afraid of being lost?
Anyone from my innermost circle.
28. Plain, cheese, or spicy hamburgers?
Not a hamburger person.
29. Favorite dog breed(s):
None actually. Not a pet person.
30. Favorite day of the week?
Friday
31. How many states have you lived in?
4
32. Diamonds or pearls?
Diamonds any day:)
33. What is your favorite flower?
Rose!
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Monday, September 15, 2008
Fall Street!
There was a strange lull all over. It was as if lifeless bodies moved around, floated on the streets, went from one place to another. A cloud of worry loomed all over the street. The big flag on the building, stagnated in the wind.
The morning rush seemed bleak, almost like a long weekend rush. Only hopeless instead of hopeful.
At lunch time, the overtly crowded restaurant, actually had available seating.
In the evening, as I walked out of work, in the distance, near the gold bollards, stood the camera men. Reporters in front of them, getting ready to narrate the streets biggest fall since 9/11. "Lets get out of here before they try to stop us and make us blurt out something by mistake" said a stock broker voice behind me. Before I could turn around to see his face, he slipped away.
A good friend jokingly texted " You guys should see if a street emp wants to sell his condo. I would think a lot more condos are on the market today". I smiled faintly and responded "Yah maybe" with half as much interest.
Wall Street is where I work. Spend a big part of my day everyday. And like in my previous work-hoods in the city, a part of me now belongs here too.
The bulls and the bears are unwell. The street is not itself today.
Hoping for it's quick recovery.
Get Well Soon, Wall!
The morning rush seemed bleak, almost like a long weekend rush. Only hopeless instead of hopeful.
At lunch time, the overtly crowded restaurant, actually had available seating.
In the evening, as I walked out of work, in the distance, near the gold bollards, stood the camera men. Reporters in front of them, getting ready to narrate the streets biggest fall since 9/11. "Lets get out of here before they try to stop us and make us blurt out something by mistake" said a stock broker voice behind me. Before I could turn around to see his face, he slipped away.
A good friend jokingly texted " You guys should see if a street emp wants to sell his condo. I would think a lot more condos are on the market today". I smiled faintly and responded "Yah maybe" with half as much interest.
Wall Street is where I work. Spend a big part of my day everyday. And like in my previous work-hoods in the city, a part of me now belongs here too.
The bulls and the bears are unwell. The street is not itself today.
Hoping for it's quick recovery.
Get Well Soon, Wall!
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
My bike and I!
It was my bike, me and the streets of New York!
What started off as a mere excuse to accompany a friend, who wanted to learn biking, emerged as one of those random things in life, that make you reflect and say "I am glad I did it".
Summer Streets, was another successful endeavour on Mayor Bloomberg's behalf, to give back to the city, its streets. As an Urban Designer, I have always believed that a city lives in it's streets. Not in its buildings, not in it's museums, not even in it's restaurants or eateries or shops; but in it's streets. Where journeys take place, where strangers walk together; in transition.
For three Saturday's in August 2008, Park Avenue was closed from 7 am to 1 pm, to any vehicular traffic. Cars, buses and Vespa's gave way to runners, bikers, pedestrians, roller-bladers and tourists, who had the whole avenue to themselves. All the way up from the Civic Center near the Brooklyn Bridge to 72nd Street; into the park and back down again. An experiment in urban flow; another excuse to soak up a different avenue in the city, from a different avenue, on my bike.
It was the biggest block party I' ve ever seen. The 'Central Park-isation' of New York.
Runners training their 13 - 16 milers, as they approach their impending races; liberated bikers, who pedalled away at super speeds on a new route that did'nt go in circles, roller-bladers, with no cars to interrupt and of course, pedestrians, who got a kick out of loitering on an entire avenue assigned to them.
And among all of these, were us; my bike and I. Hand in hand, we sped up and down the avenue, taking in the sights, nodding at fellow-bikers, making sure we dont run down a runner or two with our enthusiastic pedalling. Bumping into several acquaintances, from old running clubs to new friend circles, as we rode all the way upto Central Park and then into it, re-living the good ol' days. A few miles ridden, a few hours spent, another memory in the city, made.
Looking forward to more Summer Saturdays in 2009:)
What started off as a mere excuse to accompany a friend, who wanted to learn biking, emerged as one of those random things in life, that make you reflect and say "I am glad I did it".
Summer Streets, was another successful endeavour on Mayor Bloomberg's behalf, to give back to the city, its streets. As an Urban Designer, I have always believed that a city lives in it's streets. Not in its buildings, not in it's museums, not even in it's restaurants or eateries or shops; but in it's streets. Where journeys take place, where strangers walk together; in transition.
For three Saturday's in August 2008, Park Avenue was closed from 7 am to 1 pm, to any vehicular traffic. Cars, buses and Vespa's gave way to runners, bikers, pedestrians, roller-bladers and tourists, who had the whole avenue to themselves. All the way up from the Civic Center near the Brooklyn Bridge to 72nd Street; into the park and back down again. An experiment in urban flow; another excuse to soak up a different avenue in the city, from a different avenue, on my bike.
It was the biggest block party I' ve ever seen. The 'Central Park-isation' of New York.
Runners training their 13 - 16 milers, as they approach their impending races; liberated bikers, who pedalled away at super speeds on a new route that did'nt go in circles, roller-bladers, with no cars to interrupt and of course, pedestrians, who got a kick out of loitering on an entire avenue assigned to them.
And among all of these, were us; my bike and I. Hand in hand, we sped up and down the avenue, taking in the sights, nodding at fellow-bikers, making sure we dont run down a runner or two with our enthusiastic pedalling. Bumping into several acquaintances, from old running clubs to new friend circles, as we rode all the way upto Central Park and then into it, re-living the good ol' days. A few miles ridden, a few hours spent, another memory in the city, made.
Looking forward to more Summer Saturdays in 2009:)
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