The story behind collapsable structures

Ever since I started this site, I've waited to find some sort of a wonderful catalyst before coming up with the next iteration. This time around, it's been a while, but a muse, it seems, was waiting deep underneath the sea all along.

On December 26, 2004, when the earthquake off the western coast of the Indonesian island of Sumatra occurred, it gave birth to a level of sadness and wondrous compassion that most men and women of my generation have yet to feel. To think that I was so shaken up by 9/11—

Mind you, this is not to underscore 9/11 by any means. I lived a mere five blocks away when the planes crashed into the World Trade Center and lived in fear for a short-time thereafter, much of it perpetuated by a media that more often than not has no shame and bounds with it comes to sensitivity.

But what differentiates these two unforgottable events in our lifetime is simple: One is done by man, and the other by nature. This very earth which many of us fight for betrayed us. It swung back at us for generations of neglect and made us look twice before we take anything for granted.

Collapsable structures is essentially the idea of coming to understand that holding firm to any sort of belief can cause unnecessary damage.

It made us realize that there is nothing stronger than possibility.

About the images in the right column

I started dequinix.com in August of 1998. Since then, it has chronicled my thoughts and exploits as fairly as possible to an anonymous and widespread crowd. On the right is a link to each of the previous sixteen iterations, each with its own mood, style, feel and content to boot. There may be some overlap, but as a whole, I believe each one of these editions will give you a completely different experience while keeping the fundamentals the same. Enjoy.

A crash course in me, myself and I

Generalities first: My name is Rahat Ahmed. I'm a 23 year old hedge fund analyst specializing in emerging markets. I've lived in New York CIty for the past five years, having went to school at New York University. I was born in Dhaka, Bangladesh, but spent much hof my teenage and adolescent years in Houston, Texas. I don't miss the city much, but I do miss the people.

I am obsessed with the sensual; I love food, movies, music and sports.

A while back, I wrote a short compilation of my favorite things. It should be a good starting point to it all: A Crash Course in Rahat.