after seeing the work i had done on my bachelors design dissertation ,
a friend wrote to me,
" The initial sketch, the one with that red colour the transformation to this exposed building, it looks like, first you had the animals with the red marks ready for slaughter and now the building looks like the meat is removed and only the bones are left. Both, have a beauty of their own. The programs are rationalised, but, the structure . . . why can't you remove it somewhere and add landscape? It is such a huge public site, some romance in-between the ribs will be a breather. Or, cover some places above the roof, to break away from the rigidity."
Friday 29 October 2010
Monday 25 October 2010
FIRST (independant) WORK
VIEW OF BAR
THE BAR WAS IMAGINED AS A CABINET WITH A STONE COUNTER TOP. THE BOTTLE RACK IS DESIGNED AS A HONEYCOMB, IT CAN GROW IN SPACE AS PER REQUIREMENTS. THE COLOUR SCHEME IS ALONG THE LINES OF (INSPIRED BY) " A COMBINATION OF RED, YELLOW AND BLUE " BY PIET MONDRIAN. THE ORTHOGONAL GEOMETRY IS HIGHLIGHTED BY THE BLACK WHICH APPEARS ON THE FACE, WHILE RED, YELLOW AND BLUE IN COMBINATION OCCUPY THE DEPTH OF THE SHELVES THAT MAKE UP THE HONEYCOMB.
BAR AND DINING
LIVING WITH OPEN KITCHEN
MAXIMISE KITCHEN WORKSPACE, MAINTAIN VISUAL CONNECTION, AND OFFERS FLEXIBILITY WHILE ENTERTATINING GUESTS.
KITCHEN
BAR AND DINING FROM LIVING ROOM
MASTER BEDROOM
SECOND BEDROOM
Wednesday 20 October 2010
shy / introvert
SHY -
easily frightened away / timid.
suspicious; distrustful.
reluctant.
not at ease in the company of others.
INTROVERT -
a shy person.
a person characterized by concern primarily with his or her own thoughts and feelings.
Today, i thought i would look up what 2 of the most frequently used words to describe me mean.
Hmm.
Most or all of it seems to be fairly accurate.
What bothers me is not the words, but the events / circumstances that have played thier part.
Now, most around me (family) think that it can be undone very simply, i wonder if it can.
easily frightened away / timid.
suspicious; distrustful.
reluctant.
not at ease in the company of others.
INTROVERT -
a shy person.
a person characterized by concern primarily with his or her own thoughts and feelings.
Today, i thought i would look up what 2 of the most frequently used words to describe me mean.
Hmm.
Most or all of it seems to be fairly accurate.
What bothers me is not the words, but the events / circumstances that have played thier part.
Now, most around me (family) think that it can be undone very simply, i wonder if it can.
Tuesday 19 October 2010
2 songs
from The Graduate, by Simon and Garfunkel
The Sound of Silence
Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of silence.
"Fools" said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets
are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls."
And whisper'd in the sounds of silence.
from Grease,
I got chills, they're multiplyin', and I'm losin' control
Cause the power you're supplyin', it's electrifyin'
You better shape up, cause I need a man,
and my heart is set on you
You better shape up, you better understand,
to my heart I must be true
Nothing left, nothing left for me to do
You're the one that I want
(you are the one I want), ooh ooh ooh, honey
The one that I want (you are the one I want),
ooh ooh ooh, honey
The one that I want (you are the one I want),
ooh ooh ooh, honey
The one I need (the one I need),
oh yes indeed (yes indeed)
If you're filled with affection,
You're too shy to convey
Meditate my direction, feel your way
I better shape up,
cause you need a man
I need a man,
Who can keep me satisfied
I better shape up, if I'm gonna prove
You better prove, that my fate is justified
Are you sure?
Yes I'm sure down deep inside
The Sound of Silence
Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of silence.
"Fools" said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets
are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls."
And whisper'd in the sounds of silence.
from Grease,
I got chills, they're multiplyin', and I'm losin' control
Cause the power you're supplyin', it's electrifyin'
You better shape up, cause I need a man,
and my heart is set on you
You better shape up, you better understand,
to my heart I must be true
Nothing left, nothing left for me to do
You're the one that I want
(you are the one I want), ooh ooh ooh, honey
The one that I want (you are the one I want),
ooh ooh ooh, honey
The one that I want (you are the one I want),
ooh ooh ooh, honey
The one I need (the one I need),
oh yes indeed (yes indeed)
If you're filled with affection,
You're too shy to convey
Meditate my direction, feel your way
I better shape up,
cause you need a man
I need a man,
Who can keep me satisfied
I better shape up, if I'm gonna prove
You better prove, that my fate is justified
Are you sure?
Yes I'm sure down deep inside
Saturday 16 October 2010
Monday 4 October 2010
I did not realise where time has passed in this institute. The five year Architecture course is long, and the journey has been joyous and eventful. At this point in my life I would like to say thanks to:
My parents who have made several sacrifices to make this possible.
Arijit, Tapan, Rishi, Varun, ‘Jitu’, Arjun, Devesh, Rucheet, Vinod, Ansel, Arjunan and Abdul for making the five years enjoyable, working in the college studio fun, and the course a lot easier.
Ar. Manoj Parmar whose guidance in the second year made a world of difference.
The college staff viz. Sachin, Kalpesh, Yogesh, Raghu, Ramdas, Mane, Dutta and ‘Uncle’ for always being there to help.
Ar. Nikhil Khadilkar and Ar. Sriganesh Rajendran for taking time off to reply to my queries and discussing thesis.
Sandhya Ma’am for making construction easy.
Sachin, Durvesh, Rajiv, Rutwik, Ajay, Anuj and Kaushik, for being around.
Jiten, for pushing me to finish my technology portfolios.
Varun, for answering my calls and explaining to me stress-strain related issues over the phone before each and every structures examination. I do not know what I would have done without your help. (Remember, “........tare zameen parr ?”)
And for driving us to Marine Drive late at night, many, many, many times.
And for making that animation for my thesis presentation.
I would like to thank my guide Ar. Rohan Shivkumar. This thesis is a result of your patience. Thank you for making yourself available to hear to what I had to say, read what I wrote and see what I had drawn. Thank you for the encouragement that has fuelled my imagination and my enthusiasm. I cannot put everything in text, all I can say is, “My work would not be the same if it was not for your guidance.”
Arijit for being around whenever I hit a road block.
Varun, Rishi, Devesh and Arjun for lending an ear and helping with work whenever I was stuck.
A special thanks to Abhidnya Charya, Hrushit Thakkar, Jiten Desai, Jyotiraditya Shah, Pratik Kamble, Sagar Oke and Shaleen Jethi for helping out with the thesis workload, and to Chiraag Punjabi, Akash, Jagrat, Priyanka, Vatsal, Mithun and Orville, And to four third year students, Badal, Asra, Reema and Vihang for sharing their work on the Deonar Abbatoir with me. I highly appreciate your contributions.
To Ranjit Kandalgaonkar for taking time off to make the painting that now occupies the cover page and to Ar. Sonal Sundararajan.
Thanks to Sonal for all the auto-rickshaw rides home, bringing soup and salad to the studio whenever you could, words of encouragement and advice, and being around.
Tapan, for working on the views, fighting the deep sleep he was in on the eve of the jury.
To all the faculty members who have been part of the institute over the past five years.
And, lastly to Eric Cartman, Beethoven, Mozart, Bizet, Richard Wagner and Bach for helping me stay
sane.
My parents who have made several sacrifices to make this possible.
Arijit, Tapan, Rishi, Varun, ‘Jitu’, Arjun, Devesh, Rucheet, Vinod, Ansel, Arjunan and Abdul for making the five years enjoyable, working in the college studio fun, and the course a lot easier.
Ar. Manoj Parmar whose guidance in the second year made a world of difference.
The college staff viz. Sachin, Kalpesh, Yogesh, Raghu, Ramdas, Mane, Dutta and ‘Uncle’ for always being there to help.
Ar. Nikhil Khadilkar and Ar. Sriganesh Rajendran for taking time off to reply to my queries and discussing thesis.
Sandhya Ma’am for making construction easy.
Sachin, Durvesh, Rajiv, Rutwik, Ajay, Anuj and Kaushik, for being around.
Jiten, for pushing me to finish my technology portfolios.
Varun, for answering my calls and explaining to me stress-strain related issues over the phone before each and every structures examination. I do not know what I would have done without your help. (Remember, “........tare zameen parr ?”)
And for driving us to Marine Drive late at night, many, many, many times.
And for making that animation for my thesis presentation.
I would like to thank my guide Ar. Rohan Shivkumar. This thesis is a result of your patience. Thank you for making yourself available to hear to what I had to say, read what I wrote and see what I had drawn. Thank you for the encouragement that has fuelled my imagination and my enthusiasm. I cannot put everything in text, all I can say is, “My work would not be the same if it was not for your guidance.”
Arijit for being around whenever I hit a road block.
Varun, Rishi, Devesh and Arjun for lending an ear and helping with work whenever I was stuck.
A special thanks to Abhidnya Charya, Hrushit Thakkar, Jiten Desai, Jyotiraditya Shah, Pratik Kamble, Sagar Oke and Shaleen Jethi for helping out with the thesis workload, and to Chiraag Punjabi, Akash, Jagrat, Priyanka, Vatsal, Mithun and Orville, And to four third year students, Badal, Asra, Reema and Vihang for sharing their work on the Deonar Abbatoir with me. I highly appreciate your contributions.
To Ranjit Kandalgaonkar for taking time off to make the painting that now occupies the cover page and to Ar. Sonal Sundararajan.
Thanks to Sonal for all the auto-rickshaw rides home, bringing soup and salad to the studio whenever you could, words of encouragement and advice, and being around.
Tapan, for working on the views, fighting the deep sleep he was in on the eve of the jury.
To all the faculty members who have been part of the institute over the past five years.
And, lastly to Eric Cartman, Beethoven, Mozart, Bizet, Richard Wagner and Bach for helping me stay
sane.
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