Tactical City

(this is a highly unstructured and cynical post)
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They are more intelligent than us.

Perhaps the Municipal Corporation did not want the slum dwellers to occupy the pavements along the D N Road in Andheri. Initially, before this, we saw them making tents, temporary poles covered in plastic spilling over the pavement, which also accommodated the formal activities like bus stops. I rarely saw people walking on these pavements.

So they started putting planters alongside the compound wall which screens a huge plot of land reserved for god knows what! I thought they would grow plants in it. They even filled it with soil. Then they started to screen it with iron grills. These grills come till your chest. These grills seem illogical from all possible thinking angles - the maintenance, the gardener or even the passer by.  However, I did not know that things could work out just the other way!

The same old people now started using the grills as walls. Only that the room turned inside out. In the gaps, they created their mini kitchens, where they cook on sigdis. In series, the next one has a well defined lavish bathroom, which also takes care of water buckets and leaves enough space for having a shower. The un necessary stuff of the house is dumped inside the grills (in flower beds) - so they essentially become storage bins. Clothes hang on the grill all along. Eventually, I think they will span it across the trees and make a shelter out of that. But a new house typology is ready!

To see it from Rupali’s point of view (or rather Michael De Carteau): it would be “Tactical” - ironically against DeCarteau’s own “Strategic”.

When I see this, I feel that the corporation rather give them houses, just along the pavement. Or is it that they love living in such frugal conditions. When the government gives them housing, they run away - something that Kairavi’s research points out is that the issue is not space, but economy. Seems like they are like gypsies. They want to keep moving with work. But then, I think they need to carry better houses along. Do they need houses? No. They need infrastructure - anyway they sleep on roads. They like to sleep like that I think. So they must be provided infrastructure that can contain water, stove, clothes, that’s all. All other things are temporary - the comb, soap, food…all of it.

Amidst all this, what about the pavement? Do hell with the pavement: they can take nothing but paver blocks! On this one, the trees bend such that you actually crawl under them at regular intervals. Bus stops? They are dysfunctional any ways! Ah! Perfect! That makes a perfect case in favour of these gypsies! But what about the Flower beds? We can make bowls out of those: Topiary!

Why do such things happen in the city: This shows how “engineer-minded” the people in the system are, and how “creative” people outside it are! And people from developed countries will document all of this to make it into a publication under perhaps two broad heads (suggest more if you can): Housing in India and Product Design.

Mumbai skies over last 3 years

The paradoxes we live in

I just finished a bunch of grapes (which was served to me on a piece of paper) and then a plate of watermelon. After completing my work on the computer, I collected the leftover of the grapes (the skeleton) and the piece of paper to throw in the dustbin. As I opened the bin and threw them in, my mother shouted from inside: “is there a plastic bag in the dust bin? Can you never decrease my work…”
I wondered if dustbins (collectors of dust) were meant to be clean themselves!

We generally keep a plastic bag in the bin so that it can be given to the sweeper who comes in the morning to collect the garbage from each of the houses. Culturally, we have remained very strict, where sweepers (bhangis) are still considered untouchables. So we do not even allow them to touch our garbage cans. In such a situation, we take the plastic bags ourselves from the dust bin and put it in the sweeper’s can - from a distance.

It is amusing then to think of the door bell, which he/she rings every morning (she touches the bell to ring it!). When I discussed it with my grand aunt, she had a larger argument. She said: “In Bikaner, during summers, sometimes, sweepers would be so thirsty that they would ask for some water. My mother in law would then get a lota of water to pour it to her (or him). I would ask her, in that case, is the stream of water that you pour to the person not physically touch each of you?”

I was bowled over!

But untouchability remains a paradoxical question. I sometimes think that while travelling in the city, in public modes, can we afford to think of jumping out of the train if we realize that the person standing/sitting next to us is the son of a sweeper or cleaner? (Kiran Nagarkar brings this out beautifully in his novel ‘Ravan and Eddie’)

Gods almost take the place of humans in our daily lives. Every morning, my mother worships Krishna (popularly known as the laddugopal). She almost treats the idol as a third child in the house. (The ironical thing is this child does not grow ever!). Today morning, again, my mother got up late. So as soon as she saw me bathed, ready before her, she told me to quickly take a small bowl of milk and put it in front of the idol. As if the idol had started crying, howling! What difference would it have made if one presented the milk half an hour later? Now, I don’t object to the fact that you feel devoted towards an objectified deity, but don’t we at the same time realize that if we give the deity a status of ‘living’ let it live to its fullest. In this case, the deity almost lives the life of the worshipper. The worshipper makes the deity eat, live and breathe as per his/her choice and then assumes that the object has a life of its own.

She offers the maximum amount of prasad to that small child, as compared to other deities like the Shiv, Laxmi or the Ganpati. Now that I have started to talk about the other deities in my house, let me also say that their life is perhaps not considered to be as important as others! The Shiv and Ganpati idol were recently replaced with new silver ones. So that the idols must not turn black due to outside dust, their faces have been covered in thin transparent plastic. I pity them - if they were alive, they would suffocate to death! Though the Ganesha could manage breathing from his long nose, Laxmi would certainly die!

We wash our hands before touching anything in the kitchen. Literally anything. If we have to take a glass of water, we wash our hands, then we fill the glass, and we drink water, and the glass is considered to be ‘used’ and not mixed up with the rest…if you touch this glass, then you cannot take the second glass without washing your hands first. There is a more complex logic when it comes to cooked food or food prepared for fasting. There are some kinds of food preparations which after ready, are considered separate. There is a separate section in the kitchen platform for the preparation of such food items. I myself don’t understand how and where this concept came from (neither does my mother know), but we follow it, because it’s now a tradition.

In this whole process of washing and cleaning, we end up wasting a lot of water. And ironically, she keeps yelling at the house maid when she uses or wastes excess water.

Ideas like these are complex. How do people live between tradition and rationality? How we develop our own hybrid culture. How we don’t question the way we mould it, and the way it moulds us? What are the reasons for the non inquiry? Is it that we are too educated to question? Or is it that we just live with the environment we are brought up in. The question is critical, because growing up with different contexts, when one sees there is another way of doing a thing, process come under a lens. These processes also drive opinions. Opinions become ideas, ideas become material.

How does one exist simultaneously between these oscillating thoughts? I wonder.

When 3 friends meet on cyber space

In the chat room

24th Sept. 2009

6:44 PM prarthana.jagannath: You've been invited to this chat room!

 atul has joined

 me: ok

  now?

6:45 PM is everyone there?

 prarthana.jagannath: yup

  present !

 me: atul

  SOS

 atul: ya..

 me: heloossSSS!

  waaah re technology!

 atul: what this is too old..

 me: so prarthana...

  and atul

  are u not sittin besides each other?

6:46 PM atul: no.. I am not that lucky...

 prarthana.jagannath: :P

 atul: I have to go to work everyday..

 prarthana.jagannath: ahh wait..

 me: how do u get that smiley?

 prarthana.jagannath: i'll see this can make those smileys

 me: :D

  got them,!!!

  ok...so what r u doing today prarthana?

6:47 PM atul: guys don't need smilies..

 me: :)

  we do!

 atul: thats when you lack word..

  words..

6:48 PM me: is nt that good!?

 prarthana.jagannath: we do !

 atul: ok.. we do..!

 me: all scorpions here

 prarthana.jagannath: i;ll show you some other good ones wait ..

  wah cool

 me: are no resonance in toughts?

 prarthana.jagannath: :-o

 me: :-/

 prarthana.jagannath:

 atul: ok..

 me: :)

 atul: I know you can..

 me: atul...majority wins

 atul: ok..

6:49 PM prarthana.jagannath: (:{)

 atul: anuj.. how is your work going?

 prarthana.jagannath: ah well these don't work

 me: baap re...that was so ghastly!

 atul: ya..

 me: square smiley???

6:50 PM atul: haha.

 me: chal dont waste time on smileys

  lets talk

  so many things to talk about

 prarthana.jagannath: \m/

  haha

 me: hehehe

 prarthana.jagannath: cool

 me: what was that?

  :M:

  its like playing pictionary on the net

  u put smiley

6:51 PM we guess the letters

 prarthana.jagannath: :(|)

  guess that !

 me: :(?)

 atul: stop that..

 prarthana.jagannath: hahah

 me: bassssssssss

  too much

  sto[

  :^

 atul: anuj... tell me how is your work going?

 me: i am crunched

6:52 PM folio banaa raha hoon

 atul: thats cool..

 me: and reminding u all the time

  i mean remembering

 atul: you have too..

6:53 PM prarthan ... whats your plan for the day?

 me: how is work goin on

 atul: good..

 me: how is your course prarthana?

6:54 PM atul: I think she again left..

 me: no she hasnt!

  must me responding or reading something

  did u see my riba entry online?

 prarthana.jagannath: nope

 atul: ya..

 prarthana.jagannath: what's the link !?

 me: well...go to www.presidentsmedals.com

6:55 PM atul: some of them are good..

 me: and find me on "search student"

  i didnt see any

  other

 atul: so how is MMB?

6:56 PM me: meanwhile, cool

 atul: ok..

 me: last two weeks were superbly hecticv

  was doing a lot of things

6:57 PM atul: ok..

  How is teaching?

 me: brilliant

  krv kills the mind

 atul: cool..

 me: too much thinking

  goes in

 atul: thats great..

 me: yeah

6:58 PM atul: where are you applying for the masters?

 me: now it feels we study very differently at aoa

  Cooper union, harvard, mit, cornell, michigan ann arbour

 atul: good..

6:59 PM me: i am very scared right now

 atul: why?

 me: dont think i am eligible

  these univs are huge

  i am like a small leaf of grass

 prarthana.jagannath: haha

  small leaf of grass that won charles correa and niasa

7:00 PM me: you know i think that was just lucky!

 prarthana.jagannath: that'll be the ship u sail on

  shut up

  what lucky

 me: no, i just dont want to get overconfident with those two awards

  u see now....the GRE and TOEFL

7:01 PM terrible

  seems like its so difficult yet

 prarthana.jagannath: okay .. m off to make myself lunch

 me: but u never said how is ur course?

  abt london

7:02 PM about things

  ...

 prarthana.jagannath: lots of things .. m still a little lost with the course .. i'll send u a detailed mail.

 me: when????

 atul: me too..

 me: tell me sooon abt my SOP

  am losing time

 prarthana.jagannath: okay will do ..

7:03 PM me: by tom??

 atul: ok.. prarthana..

 prarthana.jagannath: will do it tomorrow

 me: :)

  we need smileys

  \:)

 prarthana.jagannath: :)

 me: :)

7:04 PM happppyyyy b'day toooo uuuu

  (singing)

 prarthana.jagannath: waah thank you anuj !!

 me: singing

 prarthana.jagannath: i can hear it !!

  cool

 me: :)

 atul: ok..

  I can't..

 me: haan atul

  u shud sing too

 prarthana.jagannath: no imagination wala

 atul: ok..

 me: hehehe

  now he will hear

 atul: ya..

  I can..

 me: see...i told u

7:05 PM scorpion he scorpion ko samajh sakta hai

 prarthana.jagannath: ?

 atul: ok.. filmy..

 me: bombay dreams

  v/s london dreams

  hahhahaaha

  too much

 atul: I know..

 prarthana.jagannath: :-|

  okay .. m off

 me: :)

  cook well

  book well

7:06 PM prarthana.jagannath: hungry is happening

  bye anuj !!

 me: bye

 prarthana.jagannath: thanks for the song !

 me: write soon

  :)

  jana gana mana

 prarthana.jagannath: hahaha

 atul: bye..

7:07 PM prarthana.jagannath has left

 me: atul...adarkar is having lots of hope form u

  he wants u to get back and take charge of academy

7:08 PM atul: when did he say that..

 me: we met at the max muller meeting

  over a dinner

  and he was passionately talking abt both of us

 atul: ok..

  about you and me..

  ?

 me: yes

7:09 PM atul: ok..

  so How is susi?

 me: how much of your course is remaning?

 atul: 4 more months..

 me: susi is good...beech mein thoda tension hua tha...change of principal and all

7:10 PM atul: officially it will get over on 31st of Jan 2010..

  ok..

  I know..

 me: really ???

  who told u?

7:11 PM atul: adarkar..

 me: when?

 atul: when I was in india..

 me: whoa!

  too much!

 atul: why?

 me: u r an insider!

  khabri

 atul: ok..

  I think he trust me..

 me: tell me what kind of folio shud i make

7:12 PM how must i make the index for an TC course

 atul: you are going for history and theory so I think it should be more therotical...

 me: well..so how do we do that?

7:13 PM atul: You have read alot.. I guess so..

 me: nopes

 atul: just bullshit...]

 me: no i havent read as much as u

 atul: they will know you are intrested...

7:14 PM If you want I can send you the reading list of AA history and theory..

 me: i am worried re...chal...give me some inspiring websites ican refer

  o sure...plz do

7:17 PM are u searching fr the list?

7:18 PM atul: ya.. wait..

7:20 PM check your mail..

  rediffmail..

7:21 PM me: ok...can u mail me on anujdaga1@gmail.com?

  i am here on g mail

 atul: ok..

  wait..

7:24 PM me: got it

 atul: so how is it?

7:25 PM me: how did u get it?

 atul: its there in the AA library section.. online..

7:26 PM me: wow

 atul: If you want I can forward you the undergrad HTS readings also..

 me: sure

  i hope i have atleast read some of them.//

7:27 PM atul: lets see..

7:29 PM me: achcha, tell me, how about putting a wd section in 1/4th A4

  am composing my panel

7:30 PM atul: ya.. fine..

  Its not that easy to suggest such things online..

7:31 PM me: wait i wil send u a pdf of the same

 atul: ok.. cool..

7:32 PM me: the sections will be a little bigger

  when making a pdf, they shrink a litle

  got it?

 atul: where/

  ?

7:33 PM me: i sent it

  wait a bit

 atul: ya I got it..

7:34 PM ya.. that's looking nice..

 me: or shud i put it one below the other...then it will be thoda bada

7:35 PM atul: it does not matter... the prsentation quality has to be good...

  compose it well..

 me: ok

7:36 PM atul: the scan resolution seems to be pretty low..

  why/

  ?

 me: pdf hai rel...

  it will be terrible

7:37 PM atul: ok..

  where are you right now..

 me: so today is a chutti?

  home

 atul: ok..

  thats good..

  why chutti?

 me: u have some puntamba snaps

  saturday

 atul: ok..

7:38 PM I might have few..

  How was the election fever in mumbai?

 me: dont know quite well

7:39 PM atul: ok..

  did you vote?

 me: nopes :(

7:40 PM atul: that's really irresponsible ..

 me: sent u a new format of the sections

 atul: ok.. will have to say you bye...

 me: just see

 atul: ok..

 me: and go

 atul: send it..

7:41 PM me: already sent

  wait

7:42 PM got it?

 atul: the earlier one is better.. I think so.. that also depends on what else you put on the sheet..

7:43 PM bye..

  keep in touch..

  TC..

 me: ok

 atul has left

Language Crossovers

Well,

Sometimes, things that you dread might give you pleasure. I am actually referring to a Hindi translation of the brief that we handed over to the first year class for the upcoming AD project. Initially I thought it was really tedious, but soon I realized about the brilliant google translator. I quickly put the text in it and - there it was! Translation was almost done!

I sent it over mail to my student. And pop came a reply, saying that ‘it wasn’t enough’. Initially I was irritated on the lack of acknowledgement, but I thought I rather not get into all that, and looked at the translation carefully. I understood that it wasn’t a 100% translation. But what fascinated me was the perfect translation of some specific words. That provoked me to deal with the brief myself!

So I went on, and explored my Hindi vocabulary trying to test if I was still as good in Hindi, as I was as a student. But apart from that, the language came to me very easily! I remember my father making me stand besides him, making me read arduous English answers and translating certain difficult words into Hindi. It was easier to digest the English answers then. Actually, he pushed us towards learning Hindi during the summer vacations, before the subject was formally introduced to us in school. So we used to actually maintain Hindi word meaning books. Every day we would collect words and show it to him when he returned from office.

The play in language fascinated me then. I had started writing poetries since the age of 10? It was a hybrid kind of poem - exploring the homophony in the word 'bus' in Hindi and English. That was when my parents laughed at my 6-line poetry! But I continued…because that laugh was an encouraging one. I don’t know why, but I started writing in English after that. Perhaps Hindi was not formally introduced to us as a subject then and I wasn’t equipped with the vocabulary of the language. And also, I had already learnt English words which would rhyme. Well that was how they taught in schools – easier words first – so pot, hot, cot – and cat, mat, bat… all these became a part of my poetry…

But I had no idea about how a poetry is structured, or why does one write it. I wrote poetries purely for enjoying the vocabulary I had learnt. The structure of my poetries also came from the kind of poetries we had…cat sitting on the mat, and eating the rat! And all that… At that time, I thought that even I could make poetries. And I did make some.

As eventually Hindi language was formally introduced, I could feel a step ahead of others. We used to get only Hindi newspaper then – because mummy could read Hindi better than English. What intrigued me then was the crosswords in the Hindi newspapers. My mother would ask me religiously for a pen or a pencil to fill up the blanks of the Hindi crossword. She would sometimes ask my father for cracking answers, when stuck. This dialogue of my parents was a part of our formative years. But later on, a weird phenomenon followed – I was still not prepared to solve a Hindi crossword puzzle. So I would start filling them in English! Yes – the Hindi cross words in English! It sounds funny! Well, even my mother laughed at it. But again, the laugh was encouraging. I started making my own English crosswords for others. I would give it to my friends to solve. And they would happily solve it! But that was not enough! Anyone can pose a problem…the fun is in solving them. So I now started taking the Hindi crosswords seriously. Initially, I could solve only 3 or 4 words in the cross words in Hindi. But as I kept practicing, later, I would almost solve half or 3/4ths of it. There was only one instance when I solved it completely (or perhaps one blank remaining?). But by then, I had learnt the trick. The crosswords were so silly, that they used to play around with the same words…it was within a limited vocabulary! Once I figured the pattern of the repetition, then I slowly started to get out of that whole thing again!

Later I learnt figures of speech in English – and a new structure of poetry dawned upon me. Initially it was difficult. I always was influenced with the more rhyming ones, the more rhythmic poems. So the abstract ones were never really appreciated by me.

During this time, I wrote some really nice poems; one of them actually got published in an American anthology! I have never seen it (in physical sense) yet, but hope to see if life gives me an opportunity to travel to America. Anyway, I think it was this time when my parents would see the ‘kavi-sammelans’ on doordarshan. (Till 10th standard, I did not have the luxury of a cable television). But the way my parents would sit and enjoy these poetry recitations made me feel that perhaps poetry and poets are some kind of magical people – but what are they saying? That I did not understand. Neither did I ask my parents that time. But I continued writing.

By 10th standard, I had some 30-40 ideas for poems, sometimes, some interesting words which rhymed. I kept noting them in my notebook. But I never actually found time to string them into some context. So they remain as incomplete poems. I enjoy reading them now.

In the meanwhile, during 11th, I met my friend Nikhil, who is a classical singer. He used to sing classical verses to me, he used to compose songs, and make me listen. I was learning music too, and I could understand the expressions that he could bring out. I would also see my guru composing verses in different ragas. I think it was then, when I got interested in Hindi poetry. I have some experiments in Hindi too. But I always felt more comfortable with English. Thereby, one of my poems is published in the Bhavan’s annual journal too (2002-03?). During this time, my poetry slowed down, I was occupied too much with studies. By 10th I had taken to writing, maintaining my own essay book. Later in 12th, the chairman of Agrawal Classes (where I was trained), suggested that one must maintain a diary. It helps to know one’s own character. I thought about it and started writing. I maintained it for about 2 to 3 years. Till 2nd year architecture? And its then when the blog occurs.

However, the criss cross of language was an interesting one. My Hindi professor was very fond of me (actually many teachers were!), because I was an excellent Hindi student. So today when I translated this text, I revisited those days, when I would produce excellent Hindi essays. And in this writing, there is so much of the detail in the language that I have missed…I think it will take another mail to point the interesting words out! But I have more to say about the language. And meanwhile, I give you the text which Prakriti and I have translated and edited.

Architectural Research

In the past 8 months or so, I have learnt a few things about research. So that I don't forget it, and also to help a beginner in architectural (or other) research, I enlist my learning:

1.     Any research will require data to work upon. This will be either collected by readings, surveys or interviews.

2.     The way one collects, organizes or understands data drives the research.

·      The way we methodically interpret data is called Hermeneutics

·      The way we organize/classify data is called Ontological study

·      The way we understand data is a part of Epistemology (study of knowledge)

3.     At the beginning of research, one clearly defines the Scope of Study, clearly stating what one is going to look at, and what is going to be overlooked by the researcher.

4.     It is not the answer or the conclusion which is important in the research, rather how intelligently the question is asked. The mode of inquiry allows things to be looked at in a new light.

5.     Hypothesis, Postulation, Question – these are ways to begin with. They may be proved wrong or right at the end of research, which are also highly depended on the kind of data collected.

6.     In qualitative methods, it is not the amount of data, but choosing just the right “example” that will prove your hypothesis. One may just go for five cases and argue for them. In quantitative analysis, the numbers are more important.

7.     The way one presents data itself is a new way of looking at existing conditions – Pictures, stories, texts, Maps, films, audio novels, graphic novels – all are ways of seeing. A researcher has to select a medium which will best explain the intent of his study. This is called Mode of Representation.

I can’t remember anything more. Will add to the list if possible. Meanwhile, others can critique or add to it!

Autobiography of a Medal

I am round, and I bulge at the centre. And when everyone take me in their hands, they say I am heavy. I never know if they mean it in a good or a bad way…since today is the era of being slim. Nevertheless, I ignore the comment by reflecting off people’s faces on my shiny surface. I am smooth, I am gold. I have 4 brothers too, who were born with me. But their naming ceremony has not taken place. They are not labeled. They are smooth and plain. My face has been engraved on both sides. On one side, there are nine squares, embossed, still making a square. Below that, it reads “THE CHARLES CORREA GOLD MEDAL”. However, that is not embossed, but engraved. On the other side, it says “ANUJ DAGA 2008”. I wonder who are these two people, and why would I be named after them?

I am lying safe in my home, on my soft bed. They never take me out, and since I have been made, there are always mumblings I hear from a person who says, “It has come, I don’t know when it will be given to you!” For a long time I did not hear anything after that, perhaps it was about 6 months I was lying in my house. I was bored. Then suddenly, an old man took me and started shouting:

“Why is this 2008, no one knows anything, we gave the award in 2009...what is this? Who got this done? Call the manager…there is no system in place…”

I was scared…I wondered if they have only kept my name, why are they now regretting it? Will they scratch my smoothness again…? Will they deface me? Later I don’t know what happened, they closed me in the box for 2 weeks and suddenly, I felt like an earthquake one fine day, when I was sleeping quietly…they were taking me somewhere…in a car, I could feel the gravity in my round bulgy belly. It was a ride, exciting. I was safe, since I had a lot of cushions with me. I padded myself in them! They finally exposed me to light…the same old hands again took me…I could feel them…big hands. And they wondered about where was my ribbon! Did they want to tie me up somewhere? they were puzzled, and they just closed me in my comfortable space and sent back in the car, after which I was again opened in a house…and again some old hands held me. She was a lady, soft and tender. She added a blue satin ribbon to my ring. It was beautiful. I liked it. It furled around and tickled me. And it was shiny too…

I was finally closed in my box, and was locked tight.

The next time I was opened, was today. As soon as the lid opened, I heard applause. There were so many people. The old hands took me, and hung me to another person…I was swinging…it felt nice. This was the first time I experienced freedom. I felt weightless, though I was bulky. When I touched the person through whom I was swinging, I could feel a thumping heart, an excited motion. May be I made someone happy.

And later, many people touched me, felt me…my smooth body, they repeated a name “ANUJ DAGA”…I wondered why are they taking my name…may be I was famous. This young boy took my picture too. I smiled back at him, with a shiny smile. I think he likes me. Now you tell me how I look in the picture he has taken, so that I am assured I will be happy with him all my life!

Gaze

City Critique

 

I love this scrap piece of building near Churchgate station. One can see it while just entering the Churchgate station. The building is hollow, with windows poked all on its body, looking out to nowhere. I haven't figured out an entrance to this building. But the juxtaposition of windows and the composition that they create are beautiful. I wonder if such a place can become a gallery...or some place for light show or more interactive. 

They are replacing the old beautiful stone pavers from the entire fort precinct pavement into concrete ones. however, look at  the disinterest with which they are doing it. There is no sense of detail, no love for work. The new edges of the pavers are not even aligned with the tree linings. They cut the pavers absurdly every time, and keep putting pieces mundanely to finish their job. I wonder what UDRI is doing sitting just behind the place where this is happening. There is no Urbanity, no Design, no reflection of Research and no Institution in picture.

Some buildings in the city are so selfish and unfriendly that they do not want people to touch them, play with them or even use them. The edges of the Eros Cinema are cladded with sharp urban thorns. So they do not allow people who are waiting there to sit on its edges. Why can't public building be truly public. There is no sense of urban design, no idea of what a building can do. The Eros perhaps took this step because the visibility of the posters at the back might be hampered. Why couldn't the posters play with possibly the people sitting on the edge? 

Sigh!

We just need an earthquake...

We need to restart...

On the station

I spotted this completely traditionally dressed old man on the station today and could not help but take a picture. He looked absolutely contrasting against the fast passing train. It was a different combination of the old and the new. And while i turned behind waiting for the train, I could see all the people engrossed in different activities - a student studying his notes, a man reading newspaper, the smell of vada pavs, a man running towards the first class, people talking on the mobile phone, some people peeping on the station towards the train - so many things which the camera can not capture...






















Mornings are active, and seeing the sun rise every day is beautiful...especially from a moving train, which reels the city against the static sun, cutting profiles into the full orange circle and making new geometries all the time!