Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Time doesn't wait..!

Here's a video which epitomizes reality and virtue of which is TIME... as.. one of my friend says.. life is short.. and im running outta time...! here's something that says....
"time really doesn't wait"...!

This is a part of the graduate course story telling...

Hues of life...!

Life is a puzzle of different phases... some happy... some not so happy...!
There are times of cheer with friends around... n there also times of solitude with none around...!
the punch line is.... "life still goes on"...!

This is a video conceptualized, directed and video graphed by me for a graduate course called Story-telling..!

Away from home...

Time zones change... places change... people change....
From "Ma ka aalu ka parantha to kellogs ka cereal bowl"...From Atlanta to "Alanaaa"....
Heyyyy.... How u doin todayyyyyy?
sounds familiar...????
yes..... we all experience it when we r so many miles... AWAY FROM HOME....!!!
Words really cant explain the feeling... just watch it n experience an all together new n different phase or "hue" of my life.. n of many others...!
A documentary on international students in the US....!
This was conceptualized, directed, videographed and produced by me for my storytelling class in the graduate program.

Sunday, September 7, 2008

ARCHITECTURAL JOURNALISM

Architectural spaces silently communicate to people. Spaces can be liked as being beautiful not only by the visual impact they leave on the observer, but also the challenging imaginations rendered through words can actually contribute to the enjoyment of space by the people. To enjoy a piece of architecture, one must feel the spaces, and the best way to do this is through a pictorial sequence accompanied with words. It makes the reader's imagination walk through the entire space.


Architectural journalism is a branch of mass communication. Mass communication, from the name itself infers a mode of communication with the masses, through the print or electronic media. Thus a common man with no technical knowledge better experiences a built form through pictorial and linguistic documentation rather than peeping into the architectural drawings.

A linguistic expression of the architectural vocabulary for a built form always proves to be a better mode of presentation than the crude, conventional blueprints, for at least the non professionals.


An architectural journalist while documenting a built form must explain the entire building giving the minutest of details as desired, in the actual architectural vocabulary. The data given should be authentic and give a clear picture of the architectural work. These facts can always be supplemented with pictures and drawings. The extent of architectural journalism does not end at documenting built forms. It has a much wider scope ... All latest movies released, are awaited for their reviews, every breaking news becomes the talk of the city or country within no time, through nothing but... journalism. Then ... why ignore architecture? It is architectural journalism which brings to the masses the realities of architecture in a very simplified and interesting manner. Like any other event, seminar, exhibition, etc is recorded and then reported by the journalists, the events related to architecture are recorded by reporters specializing in the field of architectural journalism.

An architectural journal not only include architectural projects, reports on architectural seminars or events but also make the masses aware of the history, the evolution and also gives the latest update in architectural styles, materials, and techniques. Architectural journalism also has the scope of bringing in, the voice of the common people ... what they feel about various architectural spaces or perhaps even cities ... ?? It also provides a platform for the critical analysis. It incorporates the problems faced by the users of the architectural spaces and aims at providing necessary solution or remedies.

Thus architectural journalism is a door towards making the field of architecture more easily accessible and understood by the masses, and not just by a specified class of people.

Metropolis Now (by: Ramesh Kumar Biswas)

BOOK REVIEW

METROPOLIS NOW - A critical, interdisciplinary look at life in metropolitan centres.

The portraits of fifteen cities on four different continents serve to comment upon and analyse both their economic and social realities as well as their identity, recent history, immediate future and the radical transformation in their physical form.
The author visualises a city as a state of mind. More than a mere collection of buildings and streets, it embodies the ideas of progress, of betterment, of success, of construction, but as a matter of course, also their Siamese-twin mirror companions-failure disappointment tragedy, hopelessness and destruction.

Provided here is a rare synthesis of information and specialist knowledge. Urban analysts from the fields of architecture, sociology, contemporary history, cultural studies, geography and journalism have contributed the essays, giving the reader not only an insight into the important features of each metropolis but also into what makes it the city it is today.
The portraits of cities here explore the deeper nature of cities, the milestones in their past that make them the way they are. They look at people, how they use and change the city; at urban cultures that are not just cultural but economic and social. Each city is also used to exemplify at least one of the great themes of our time..globalisation, migration, civil society, the limits of planning and government, creativity, human relationships.

The book is a reflection of the shift in emphasis that the social sciences have undergone, away from a ‘scientific’ listing of dates, individuals or ideologies, towards an intimate nearing to people, their private spheres and tendencies. The book aims at a contemporary history of the metropolis ; a subcutaneous analysis by academics who have not lost the capacity for awe, admiration and excitement.

The fifteen cities being illustrated in the book are Shanghai, Tokyo, Bombay, London, Hongkong, Las Vegas, Marseille, Kuala Lampur, Istanbul, Soweto, Berlin, Sao Paulo, Moscow, Singapore, Vienna.
What do these cities have in common?? WALLS and GATES
Berlin is by no means the only polis to have been divided by a wall. Soweto, Shanghai, Marseille or Bombay all have walls of different materialities, separating people within the same space from each other. The cities also have gates that let in fresh breezes, new groups, ethnicities, ideas and cultural products, all of which undergo an unbelievable process of naturalization and transformation.

Why were these cities chosen??
London and Tokyo were obvious choices, but why Soweto?? Because it represents a new image of emerging cities that is going to replace our traditional picture of high rise skylines, and starkly emphasizing the role of politics in shaping urban form. Why Marseille?? Because it exemplifies an old meeting place of cultures with very contemporary difficulties in dealing with multi-culturality.

The metropolis is a state of mind- each portrait tells you as much about the author as about the city itself.

MY LIFE BEFORE AND AFTER….


Its been a year nor since I joined CCA. Never ever even in the wildest of my dreams had i thought of doing architecture. I’m not exaggerating but it’s a fact that it was here in CCA that I for the first time picked up a pencil with the aim of drawing something. But now… architecture has changed my perspective, my views, or I should say my entire life 3600..!

The things I observe today are just not what I did perhaps only a year back. Whether I’m watching T.V, reading or even sleeping, I only watch… imagine… dream of buildings..! it seems as though I eat architecture.. sleep architecture… or I might say.. I breathe architecture..!!

Who the hell was bothered to even have a look at the doors, windows, walls and floors..?? Never ever had questions like what is the size of a door or how it is attached to the wall, etc come to my mind. But… it’s the same me who now looks at them with such keen eyes. My perspective of my favorite hangouts like Barista has also taken a complete revolution. I’m more interested to know what material is used what material is used on the walls and flooring or what is the color scheme or the interiors… than how my coffee tastes..!!!

Now, when I watch a movie… rather than admiring the handsome hero or the gorgeous heroines, I appreciate the beautiful buildings in the background which did not carry any importance for me earlier.

Architecture has changed my life to a very great extent. It has become such an important part of my life now that I just can’t imagine myself doing anything else…

Today… if u ask me whether I like it… or enjoy it… my answer with no hesitation would be… YES…!!

But… even now… after a year in one little corner of my heart there still lies a fear… whether I will be able to pursue architecture successfully or not… I hope I’m able to overcome that also perhaps by the next issue of this magazine…!!

Thesis Victim

Hey….how about a holiday in a resort at Lonavla???? Riverside…with the hills in the backdrop and of course...not to miss out on the pampering, beauty treatments, massages, and Jacuzzis…kababs and sizzlers with prawns for dinner…and a topping with a chocolate fondue…oh my..!!! sounds fabulous.. doesn’t it??? Wish…. you could pack your bags at this very moment right??

Well…but I have a different story to tell… Yes…that’s what an architecture student doing a thesis on a so called “naturopathy resort” at Lonavla would feel about it…well, I am no different..!! always heard “thesis sucks”…and yes I feel that today, it really does.

Past three months you know what we do the entire day??? Just gaze at that 14 inch Samtron monitor.. interesting right?? But yes with breaks given by www.orkut.com...
Oh yes, it’s a big hit here at AGH.

Well that’s not all. Thesis has changed my perspective of lot many things. ”Wada “ is no longer just a south Indian dish to be had with sambhar …its now a nightmare for me. The wada houses of Maharashtra …you could define them as west Indian donuts…!!
Oh god!! I am tired if these courtyards man…!!

How can we forget the “beautiful” looking site of Lonavla?? Who wouldn’t love to be there. But.. if I have to design a resort there….trust me I”ll surely prefer the deserts. At least the “contour layer” wouldn’t exist in my CAD file…!!!!

Well... that’s my story till the 8th week of B.Arch thesis.. hope.. to have a better side to tell by the 28th of June.. yes… that’s the day we will either be crucified for all the lines and curves drafted on all those A0’S and A1’s… or… will be farewell from this heaven called CCA for ever… forever..(

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Gleanings from the past...

Gleanings from the past….


I went through my past today…

Yes, I went to school today…!

When I entered the gates everything

looked alien and mauve,

yet there was a fragile bond

which was making me move.

The tall arches, the lush green lawns,

the stilted front corridors,

were a mute spectator

bidding me welcome once more…


Set against a back drop of sparkling snow–capped peaks, the distinctive grey and scarlet British architecture of Loreto Convent, Tara Hall, whether touched by the brilliance of the summer sun, or veiled by the frosty whiteness of winter snow or bathed in the deep hues of a vivid monsoon sunset, is ever a source of pride and joy to all those associated with it.


My recollections of the school are so mixed that I want to talk about concerts in the hall, the silent library and monkeys and the walnut tree that used to grow in a corner of the tennis court all in one breath!!


As I write this, I take you on a ‘tour de tara’ a walk through the place where I perhaps spent the best days of my life…! As you enter the boundaries of discipline and knowledge, a circular paved passage encircling a lush green lawn takes you to the entrance porch standing in front of the two storeyed structure housing the senior school hall on the ground level with our beautiful wooden stage, the Loreto crest hanging above it and the footlights shining up the lovely shot silk curtains. The classrooms with a corridor opening into the lawns were placed on the upper floor, the entire fa├žade punctured with rosary windows on regular intervals and veiled by the scarlet sloping roofs…


Flanked on both sides of this central block were two symmetrical blocks with a stilted corridor on the ground floor. The arched stilted corridor of the left wing made passage to the silence of the library and the offices.

As the site is highly contoured with the slopes of the queen of hills, the entire planning is scattered and on various levels. A corbelled stone pathway, from the tennis court leads us to the senior classes. A mezzanine floor is created in the block of senior classes making place for the science laboratories. On the lower level, the space between three classrooms is very interestingly used for jam sessions. We all tapped to the rhythms of Bryan Adams on its wooden floors in the summer of ‘99…!


The secluded infirmary became one of the most frequently visited places in the school. All history classes were spent there…they were always such a source of headache…! The table tennis room, the fine arts room, and the convent were in the twin building Belle Vue. This hub always mushroomed with ghost tales… Viewing galleries for the basket ball court, which was right below this echoed during summers with loud cheers for the players and houses.

The ’orange’ parlour, in the main administrative block, where the visitors would meet the nuns and teachers, can be mistaken for a Barista Espresso Bar ‘without' a cappuccino..!

Rosary time, was a good time in school. I can remember the tranquility of that half hour, for nowhere have I found the simplicity and peace that was there in our little school chapel.


I look around and tears

fill my eyes.

The gay happy faces of

my childhood

peep back at me from

the window panes.

The parlour and corridors

echo with my screams

and vibrating in my ears are

the classroom scenes…!