Wednesday, June 24, 2026

On Language in AI

This morning which I asked ChatGPT to edit a piece of my paragraph, it flattened its tone, complexity and density altogether. I was quick enough to point it out to the bot, and it was quite self critical. It said:

Many editing models—human and AI alike—are trained to assume that ambiguity is a problem to be solved. They tend to move toward clarity, linearity, and explicit causality. But in certain kinds of writing, ambiguity is not a flaw; it is the intellectual and affective work of the text.

This was reassuring as it echoed what my Yale advisor Eeva Liisa Pelkonen also brought to my notice after reading and interacting with me and my work during my masters; she had advised, "Channel your ambiguity in your writing." Not only did she realise that my doubtful voice was a form of thinking itself, but she also validated it as a powerful tool to produce discourse. I have often wondered how people - intelligent or otherwise become overtly assertive about their thoughts. I believe that the intelligent must know that there is more (to) knowledge beyond what they know, and the other has to know that they are asserting to hide their ignorance or in lack of knowing something. In such a scenario, how can assertion create any ground for productive thought-exchange? Arguments, debates, and reasoning happen precisely in this space of ambiguity, which allows us to challenge what we already know, or expand our thoughts into something we do not know. Does it then become a prerogative only of the curious minds to engage and sustain uncertainty?  ChatGPT further explains studying the past patterns in my writing:

The uncertainty is not incidental—it is the subject of the reflection. To resolve that ambiguity is to alter the thought itself.

The transitions are not fully explained. They are associative rather than argumentative. A conventional editor might ask for clearer links, but the gaps themselves create meaning. They allow the reader to inhabit the process of thinking rather than merely receive its conclusions. 

That 'ambiguity' alters thought is precisely the dialectical reasoning in action through a singular agency. It produces a stream of reflection in which all thoughts are constantly under scrutiny. This kind of writing does not burden itself with citations, rather indexes back to its own past experience, or its lack thereof, constantly invoking consciousness of thought. This is one way of producing knowledge. The Vedics arrived at their version of truth of external reality through disciplined practice of interrogation of the (inner) self. The Western tradition, on which the idea of knowledge largely rests today, tries to use the body as an instrument to arrive at an objective description of reality by minimizing the reliance of the self.  

Eventually ChatGPT told me what I consciously do:

Your writing often seems to think through language rather than merely report conclusions. The sentence is not just carrying an idea; it is exploring it. 

The simultaneous interrogation of thought and language is one within which I exercise meaning. In negotiating the various vectors of meaning within a singular word, I condition my text to hold more than an simple unilateral idea. This is the work of writing, and the task of labour. More importantly, it is conscious work at play - such that any piece of writing becomes accessible, or meaningful to a larger body of people. In other words, one must create multiple entry points within one's writing to expand its sphere of engagement, and influence. Thus, when I responded to the bot: "I like to make my sentences layered and dense with meaning often times rather than dumbing them down like scientific papers. I think that is also one of the dimensions of humanities work right?"; it went on to explain:

One of the distinctive features of much humanities writing is that language is not treated as a transparent vessel carrying information. Language is itself part of the inquiry. The sentence does not merely communicate a thought that already exists; it participates in the production of thought.

In many scientific disciplines, the ideal sentence aspires to be unambiguous, replicable, and resistant to multiple interpretations. Ambiguity is often considered noise because it interferes with the transmission of information.

Many strands of humanities scholarship, however, begin from the premise that the world itself is ambiguous, layered, and resistant to singular explanations. In that context, a sentence may deliberately sustain multiple possibilities because the object of study demands it. 

In the recent past, and recurrently, I have argued for institutional discourse to be more interpretive rather than instructional. The convening of the Graduate Symposium SEA 'Doubts' was to bring ambiguity to the centrestage of academic discourse. Incidentally, 'Noise Fields' was another Annual Conference thematic I had conceived for SEA, where noise was the metaphor to hold polyphonic perspectives together. In the subsequent year where SEA Annual Conference was on the subject of how must institutions grow together, I had presented along with Prasad the case for institutions to be situated amidst interpretive landscapes rather than between walls. The debate of all these ideas in their humanities spectrum and their odds with how traditional scientific discipline orders and utilises language is then quite revealing. It means that my endeavour has been to open up the overtly scientific underpinnings of what constitutes knowledge and bringing them under the purview of ambiguity. In analysing my ways of approaching writing further, ChatGPT says:

What I find interesting in your writing is that it seems to emerge from a tradition that sits somewhere between academic prose and essayistic reflection. It reminds me less of conventional social science writing and more of writers who use prose as a space for thinking—people who allow sentences to carry uncertainty, memory, atmosphere, and concept simultaneously.

The challenge for such writing is not to become clearer at all costs. The challenge is to ensure that every ambiguity is doing work.[...]

And I suspect that what you are often pursuing is not obscurity but what one might call semantic abundance—the feeling that a sentence contains more than can be exhausted in a single reading. That is very much a recognizable aspiration within many traditions of humanities writing, and it is one of the reasons certain essays, catalog texts, and theoretical works reward rereading decades after they were written.

 And the above, has been my pursuit, like mentioned before. I really like the conceptualisation of 'semantic abundance' - for writing to be able to hold multiple meanings at once. I have always found the 'allegorical' form in literary texts the most fascinating, after metaphor and pun. The allegorical in writing is the most artful way of being political, or rather, most political way of being artful...Here, language works like a chameleon, changing colours in cascading contexts - camouflaging, yet out there, hidden yet visible. In employing this, language becomes mirror - "Do we see the same person in the mirror every day?", Eeva had very early on asked me. Despite that mirror is simply doing its work like it has always done, it is at the same time presenting a different picture of us, only if we are willing to see. And it is here, that writing becomes a work of art, which the mathematical models of AI may never be able to calibrate accurately...for it is only the human mind that knows what ghosts to project for the dreams of the future. 

Wednesday, June 17, 2026

68th Annual Convention of NASA

The National Association of Students of Architecture, India (NASA), is one of the largest student-driven associations of architecture across the world that has been bringing together more than 200 schools of architecture that has grown to that number over the period of three decades. In 2006 when I had first attended NASA as a participant from Academy of Architecture for the HUDCO trophy (which we also won), I had left with a mixed impression of hope and despair. Confused between competition and festival, the event seemed like a lost opportunity to my young critical mind, and we never turned back to participate in the event.

Years later, I was invited as a speaker to the event of the 68th Annual NASA Convention at the Woxsen University. Despite strong reservations, I signed up to see what shape it had taken over the years, and more specifically, how it appeared from "the other side" of things. However, having organized countless events over the last 12 years, and from a more intimate understanding of the archi-pedagogical landscape of the country, I had way more empathy for the entire endeavour now. To pull of this event with more than a 100 colleges, the scales of coordination, the complexities of programming, the management of resources and promise of coming back year after year - with only student energies - must not be an easy feat.

This is not to say that NASA  could still be looked up for its intellectual contribution. But in moderating a single  seminar session and delivering a talk to a room filled with more than 150 students from all across South Asia - I could sense the immense potential that could inform the pedagogical landscape of the country. What the queues of young people waiting to enter our rooms told me was their hunger to connect, reach out and access people who could help them take their questions further, who could open their trajectories beyond their limited intellectual resources within the smaller towns. How do students studying in smaller towns and universities get to meet thinkers and professionals from fields that are otherwise available only within larger schools or prominent universities who can afford them? How do students wanting to explore alternative trajectories in architecture and education find outlets beyond the confines of their archaic intellectual infrastructures.

NASA is then, an opportunity for all these students from cities small and big, across South Asia, to equalise and connect. Over the four days, architecture students not only present the work they produce for the various competitions - that have themselves expanded and attuned to the times (to include journalism, films, and so on), but they also participate in workshops, talks, meets, and in general meet possible future colleagues. A lot often gets lost in the conundrum of scale and organisation of the event, but then, I realised that there is so much that could happen in the coming together of about thousands of  students of architecture in a single space! I am sure some of these students still make life long friends - like I made in 2006 with students of CEPT - who had for the first time introduced some of us visiting to the Kurula Varkey Design Forum - that we attended in 2007, moderated by the likes of Juhaani Palasmaa - whom none of us knew! I felt a strange sense of responsibility now, as I spoke to the young students who held me after my talk to discuss their dilemmas and some who took pictures with me almost making me a celebrity... But precisely that feeling of how sharing your trajectory could become so meaningful for someone who has been searching a resonant voice, was so rewarding...

Sometimes, we take our privilege for granted. I grew up in Mumbai - big city, best schools, intellectual life, resourceful space, access to best minds...I had everything at my disposal, and I have taken advantage of all of it too. Having toured to many smaller towns to teach, discuss and share ideas over the last decade, I realise that such big-city exposure produces a worldliness that feeds into one's work almost naturally, and it is also precisely the world from where other spaces seem like they are "yet to catch up". We cannot simply dismiss this argument to the democratic availability of intellectual resource to media. The catching up will happen only if there is a window to look beyond, and the windows shall open only if they are made in the first place. How do we think of equalising education, and expecting intellectual conversation if in the first place, people do not have access to the same resources?

I think I was humbled off my intellectual snobbery and despite all the problems of NASA that still remain, it is commendable that they continue to do it year after year. These days, my Instagram doom-scroll brings me time and again to this one particular enterprise where a seemingly native individual in the forest across a water source will dig up the soil from the riverbank and then keep sieving it for hours in flowing water - only to collect a tiny, miniscule amount of gold. The event of NASA is such a mixture of promise and hope - of assurance and aspiration. In bringing naiive, young minds together, I am sure they pull up some capacities for some people. In raising this horizon of hope, the event must maintain its quest to keep sharpening and raising its ambition for more people across the subcontinent to become a community of people who must hope. 



Friday, June 05, 2026

To find a home

I turned 40 in the November of 2025. And just a few years before that, I had felt that my life should be different after 40. And thus it turned out to be so. A few months back, I decided to switch jobs, and not just that, I decided to switch cities. I had worked at SEA for about 12 years in Mumbai - a city I called my home. A city that gave me the intellectual stimulus to do what I do today. And yet, after coming back from the USA in 2014, the city slowly revealed to me differently. I could never point out whether I had changed from the worldly exposure of the West, or had the city taken to transform itself completely. The politics of the city had changed. It was caught up into infrastructural expansions, redevelopment, upgradation all at once. And I was to groove back into this transforming city that I had imagined to be my home. But that never happened successfully.

I was older, lonelier despite having increased social access through my work. I made many friends, entered many circles, and fulfilling too. And for a large time, work kept me consumed. But yet, I did not have a person to go back to, except my biological family. This family that we are born into, never disappoints, but it cannot fulfil the gap of that one person that we make home with. While work kept me consumed, the search for this person intensified over the years. But the city had become globalized -- meaning, people worked for different countries while being here, in different time zones, travelled from faraway places for work, had a distant home to go back to, and manage anything in these slivers of time. A churn of transience. But why does home gyrate towards a condition of bodily settlement?

After twelve years of approaching stability, as I just felt that I could make some settlement with my  condition of singlehood, work seemed to get increasingly troubling. I suddenly felt displaced in the aspect of life which I had prioritized significantly over the last twelve years, that perhaps I had made my home. I still find it hard to articulate and understand what precisely bothered me more. Did the place of work become too much like my hetero-biological family? Did my sense of self grow too strong? Could my desire for professional growth not be fully contained and legitimized within this space? Or did my growing self assurance put people at odds with their older version of my vulnerable self? To find home within oneself seemed a complete misfit within the scheme of the outside world...

Is this what is the experience of queerness then? Should finding home for the queer body be always the realization of being misfit in one way or the other? And should we be spending so much energy and time to fight or fit in an existing order...? 

Nevertheless, so, right after turning 40, an opportunity to visit Europe fell in my lap - a conference in Lund, Sweden. And it seemed like a good personal marker. In the mean time, I had decided to experiment home in a new geography. I eventually expressed my desire to move on to a new work place to the folks at SEA, and applied for a position with a more commensurate position and pay at CEPT. At the time, stepping away seemed like the only option despite the fact that my professional and domestic life seemed to have conjoining-ly worked out only if my workplace appreciated my contribution. But after a long wait, I had to move on, and I decided to come to Ahmedabad to experiment home afresh.

The last month has been about this transition. I have not taken a real break in years. Indefatigably working to keep myself mentally occupied. I had imagined my Europe tour to bring me some break (something I am still finding the words to describe over a post), but perhaps I packed too much in too little time. A conference, a solo trip, the handover at SEA, the move to a new city, the house hunt in Ahmedabad, transitioning into a new work atmosphere... I have been taking things slowly and steadily, and yet, it is exhausting. I am unsure what this exhaustion indexes. And how is one to make home in a place with no social or geographical roots, from scratch?

This is perhaps then, the new challenge of life at 40. I landed in Ahmedabad on 2nd June with literally no one to guide in the city. Thanks to the internet and my colleague Shreyank's lending of his house that I am able to undertake my house hunt in some secure way. Yet, there is a haunting question of the home - is it the place or the person that will bring home to me? How would it be to return to an empty shell after work, how would my social life pan out? What could making home entail in this new place with new social codes? Who would I share my experiences with? Is it the sharing of the everyday that makes the home - and should the lack of it make one feel homeless?

It is almost paradoxical that we move so much to feel settled! Virtuous are those who have come to terms with becoming comfortable in their mobile lives. I was not raised in a manner to appreciate movement as home - at least it has to have one condition satisfied - a person or a place. And there have been examples where this person or place could be imaginary. But we the wretched sons of Marx are marred by material life and conditions, or in other words maya. There seems to be a significant journey ahead, beyond 40 still, to find a home. 

Saturday, May 23, 2026

Conference in Lund

Two weeks ago, I had the opportunity to participate in an intimate circle of intellectuals from across the globe assembled by scholars Tatiana Thieme, Melissa García and Hannah Hillbrandt at the Lund University Centre for Sustainability Studies in Sweden (LUCSUS). Together we discussed the intersections and inventions that take place across works of repair, climate change and informal living conditions in different geographies that the participants represented. We raised important questions including, but not limited to how uncertainties mould conditions of repair, what are the limits of resource and capacity, how do we imagine the social function of property, the dialectics between repair and resistance, how capital seems to capture 'repair', and many other thought-clusters. Through the exchange, we tried also, to build a history of the repair discourse as much ask asking how it has moved almost suddenly from "informality" to "repair" where the situation still remains the same in neo-liberal economies. The cohort put together the concepts that emerged across the cross-quadrants of space, scale, experience and techne and looked at the parabolic axis through which they begin to interact, resist, play and dance with each other, that are open to take new forms in the future.
















Wednesday, May 20, 2026

The Penultimate Peak by Kunwar Narayan - Translation


अंतिम ऊँचाई

कुँवर नारायण




कितना स्पष्ट होता आगे बढ़ते जाने का मतलब

अगर दसों दिशाएँ हमारे सामने होतीं,


हमारे चारों ओर नहीं।

कितना आसान होता चलते चले जाना


यदि केवल हम चलते होते

बाक़ी सब रुका होता।


मैंने अक्सर इस ऊलजलूल दुनिया को

दस सिरों से सोचने और बीस हाथों से पाने की कोशिश में


अपने लिए बेहद मुश्किल बना लिया है।

शुरू-शुरू में सब यही चाहते हैं


कि सब कुछ शुरू से शुरू हो,

लेकिन अंत तक पहुँचते-पहुँचते हिम्मत हार जाते हैं।


हमें कोई दिलचस्पी नहीं रहती

कि वह सब कैसे समाप्त होता है


जो इतनी धूमधाम से शुरू हुआ था

हमारे चाहने पर।


दुर्गम वनों और ऊँचे पर्वतों को जीतते हुए

जब तुम अंतिम ऊँचाई को भी जीत लोगे—


जब तुम्हें लगेगा कि कोई अंतर नहीं बचा अब

तुममें और उन पत्थरों की कठोरता में


जिन्हें तुमने जीता है—

जब तुम अपने मस्तक पर बर्फ़ का पहला तूफ़ान झेलोगे


और काँपोगे नहीं—

तब तुम पाओगे कि कोई फ़र्क़ नहीं


सब कुछ जीत लेने में

और अंत तक हिम्मत न हारने में।


The Penultimate Peak

Kunwar Narayan




How clear it would have meant to move ahead

if all ten directions lay in front of us,


and not around us.

How easy it would have been to just keep walking


if we were simply walking

and everything else was still


in my effort to grapple this convoluted world, often 

thinking with ten heads and holding with twenty hands


I have made it extremely difficult for myself.

In the beginning, everyone wants 


that everything should begin from the beginning

But as they reach the end, they lose motivation.


we become completely uninterested

in how it all ends


That which started with a bang

upon our own will.


After parsing inaccessible forests and crossing high mountains

when one shall even win the last peak —


when you will feel that there is no difference between

you and the harshness of these rocks


that you have conquered —

When you will face the first snowstorm


and not shiver —

Then you will realise that there is no difference


in winning everything

and not losing hope until the end.