Thursday 27 December 2012

of friends and threats

i am tired of being threatened by those who lead separate lives in a separate world where the past happened yesterday, and everything thereafter is immaterial.
in this world, the past is 10 years ago, and everything thereafter has gone in shaping this person. there is something about incestuous and insular collectives of thought and memories that i find very scary. in such spaces you either confirm to the collective or live with threats.

why is this threat? 
".. or else!"

the past is not a burden i chose to travel with.

nomad

Why is it that we resist change?

The blood flowing through our veins is that of our nomadic past. Evolution teaches us one thing, the key to successful survival is adaptation. Yet, there is a violence that accompanies change.
The root of this behaviour lies in the fact that every existence is basically a selfish one, but when it comes to a collective existence, each one, other than the self is expected to be selfless.

I arrive here after close observation of how people around me (close family, close friends and parents) react and behave.
(including myself)

home

There is something about the process of re-settlement that is violent. Human occupation of space is not merely a physical one, it is layered with lived experiences and therefore memories of all the multiple occupations. A change in the immediate physical environment be it home or work or otherwise, is often resisted, memory being the weapon used to offer this resistance.
There is something in the very nature of the human being which is nomadic therefore selfish. If it seems necessary for survival (of whatever nature) human beings will move out of their environment on to greener pastures and resettle. The only things they carry from the previous location are necessary objects and memory of previous settlements.

This nomadic family has moved pastures twice, looks like we are here to stay.

As for me, I do not carry the burden of the memory of either of the old homes, all I look forward to is finding a space that offers the peace and quiet that I found on the terrace while growing up.

Saturday 22 December 2012

dear eye,

i have been away for long now.
a lot of things have changed, but i still have this space as a constant. i have been busy working, travelling, travelling for work, and my immediate physical environment is new.
looking forward to writing lots about the past 6 months. about work, about home, and about new parts of the country.



Thursday 16 August 2012

i feel like i am missing parts within.

Wednesday 1 August 2012

Tuesday 3 July 2012


station point : dattapada, borivali east
altitude : 11 floors
foreground : tata steel, magathane, western express highway, gandhi math, S.G.N.P.
background : devidas lane/club aquaria, dahisar, borivali national park


Monday 25 June 2012

station point : sunderbans, andheri west
altitude : approx. 15 floors
foreground : laxmi industrial estate, 4 bungalows, dn nagar
background : juhu -versova, wadala, worli























early monsoon - evening walk past the poisar river just before chikoowadi.

Saturday 23 June 2012

drawn blank

i picked up my pencil, and started to draw.
draw what i think would be the future.
the city, the trees, people.
i drew, what i thought was a picture,
just the picture i had in my mind.
satisfied i put my pencil down,
stood up and stretched my arms.
unpinned from the board, my hand held a sheet of paper,
a paper with that picture.
i raised it up for my eyes too see,
a blank sheet.

Thursday 21 June 2012

























the wadhwa group is re-developing the club aquaria plot in borivali. the project 'aquaria grande' is one which is fascinating me these days. this complete residential project takes the form of two clover shaped towers (in plan) that rise above the low rise sprawl of older borivali to offer spectacular views of the hills and forest in the east and the coast and the mangroves in the west. designed by a firm from Singapore, the structure is p.s.p.t. with each of the three 'fingers' taking one apartment with four or five massive columns which are concealed well within the layout. this! offers a near 360 degree view of the city with a ribbon facade and a continuous balcony that wraps around the apartment. on a clear day, i am pretty sure one could see all the way up to worli.

i like!


is this the closest to the perfect bombay home?




every project comes with it's own set of opportunities/thrills and leanings. while working at NGMA, Mumbai to put up Project Cinema City, rohan and i jumped at the idea of going on top of the dome, call it cheap thrills that architects get by climbing onto buildings, but, the view is to die for. the road below cannot be seen even as you rise above the foliage of the old rain trees.

Sunday 10 June 2012

after all these years of a particular kind of struggle, as a family and as individuals, i have come to realise that attachment to anything is futile.

today, i stand at that moment in time that will only define my years of existence yet to come.
a moment that has arrived after a long struggle of nearly 24 years.
it is only fair that i make the most of it at the expense of whatever that it might take from me.
this is my second chance, the only one to make it.

i belong here, and this city belongs to me.

Thursday 7 June 2012

Friday 1 June 2012

sigh!
memory be my biggest enemy.

trees














i like the new e-meters that occupy the all familiar left hand side of our yellow-black auto-rickshawas. they are completely new, yet all too familiar as the 'flag' which reads for hire is retained and performs its original roll.

i will miss the 'tring-trring' sound though.

Tuesday 10 April 2012

eye built the parthenon

Sunday 8 April 2012

today, i can punch a hole in the wall.

harihareshwar

harihareshwar



















here the horizon is a blur. the space in-between the ciffs is filled with the sea all the way up to the sky

harihareshwar



















this coa
st reminds me of the time of creation.
bubbles of air fossilised in stone.
the world was created this way?

harihareshwar
























Friday 30 March 2012

could this be a wasted existence?

Sunday 25 March 2012

on 'architecture'

there have been a more than just a few things on my mind lately, on 'architecture' off course!

i do not know why the spaces within which architecture production occurs are called offices. the very term office and its various connotations i find repulsive and oppressive. as a student you mature into a professional in spaces which are very un-office like. these spaces (in the school) are called the studio. the studio is a space where miracles can happen and do happen on a daily basis. it is a space/platform for equals which encourages participation and competition. the office implies hierarchy as there is a sense of being serviant to somebody who holds a place of authority (only reason being experience i.e. time spent being serviant to someone else). the office de-recognises the power of a fresh young mind which has just embarked onto a journey into a the new world. a mind full of ideas and energy and a hope to make a change. a mind that would be in touch with latest technology and software and able of bringing new ideas/thought process/methods of production to the table, a kind of knowledge that is intuitive and does not come by experience. this phenomenon imposes a strange sort of cynicism about the world and its functioning. a cynicism that (in the mind off course) creates a gap in-between academics and the so called/assumed 'practical' world. a cynicism that has the potential to de-value a 5 year learning period. i do not know if the problem can be easily solved by calling an office a studio as a studio has spatial connotations of its own and work ethics that differ from the office, but, that does not mean that the work produced by a studio cannot be 'serious' architecture.

the other thing on my mind is (and i need some help here) 'what is architecture?' for someone who is trying to get a foothold in the industry will have to hear many a time, time after time, from the mouths of seniors and juniors and classmates, peers of all ages, shapes and sizes, from within the industry and without, do some 'architecture' work. i pray to thee, do tell, what is this architecture anyway? if it means 'building' then i would consider more than half of your time spent at school a waste! then i think and question myself, the only answer i can come up with is 'space making.' architecture is space making! any job that requires space to be moulded/created/ordered/modified the scale being teeny tiny too huge would fall under this 'architecture work.' in the industry the way it, for someone who starts out new, the opportunity to practice this 'architecture' may come in the most basic form such as 'make me a chair' 'design my room/home' 'what colour should i paint that wall?' and all of this is Valid architectural work. because, the course enables architects to see things within a larger context thereby making a decision informed by several factors taken into consideration and therefore different from most other professionals trained in design alone. so, for me, till the time i come by a client who wants to have a building built, i love every opportunity to practice this art of space making in whatever form.

and, the other thing was, what is this dream of the collective yaar? for me that dream is dead. there can be no such thing as a collective. the school/studio where you mature into architects is a wonderful space, a space where everyone is happy and helping each other out, where work becomes joy, etc etc as fresh graduates, many a times architects crave for that environment as the office is depressing. what most people forget, is that, everything in architecture school is individual driven, i.e. every architect to himself/herself. it is always about you! about 'i' and even a group is made of many a 'i' put together. the image of the architect is iconic the hero. be it a man or a woman, people only remember the hero's name not the office and the 500 people who worked day and night to make the work possible. the architect must therefore stand alone free from other associations. the only kind of association that is made possible, is that of such architects. there is no such thing as the collective dream where the collective is more important than the individuals within it, because every existence is a self centric one. note, post graduation, you must walk down your own paths to fulfill your dreams (and not anyone else's) and that level playground (security) that was the school no longer exists as everyone leads different lives and are faced with a unique set of circumstances. therefore it is only 'i' towards the road to becoming the architect.

the last thing is a phenomenon, a very unique one that too. it is to do with success, not by any external measure, but as internal judgement. meaning, 'i think i am successful because____' and so on. you see, what happens is everyone according to their individual 'life plans' sets goals and targets and in the process learn to measure success differently. when someone achieves their goal, (like in a video game) it unlocks this magic chest from which this person gets the 'right to lecture' anybody who is not at the same level as him/her, even if it means telling you not to do the same thing that he/she wants to do. i have never understood it and i never will.

so that is that.
a post i write after a long time and no surprise it is a rant.
nothing here is personal, just a mere observation on the functioning of this strange world i am exposed to.
i love my family and even more all my friends. i love all those people i have worked with and worked for. without them, i would not be able to take some of the best decisions in my life so far.

love,
eye.

Monday 27 February 2012

mark this date.
i will not forget.

Monday 13 February 2012

duniyadari inc. has shut down.
so duniya, please go to bhaad.
mumbai, a constellation between the sky and the sea.

Friday 20 January 2012

ever made that one error? of judgement?
or mistake?
that turns on you,
a mirror!
eye staring back at eye!
regret.

a reminder.
my monster.

Saturday 14 January 2012