Friday, June 15, 2012
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Plant Moods
Do plants have moods? Have you ever felt of a fallen flower trying to make a conversation with you? I found this flower on the pavements of Marine Drive and picked it up. As I walked along with it, people stared at the flower. I yet did not know if it was a flower. I picked it up because it looked like a snake. A snake which I could domesticate. It had a large head and a long pink tongue. It's mouth was wide open and the tongue stuck out of it. It seemed to smile, but I wondered if it did so. But as I began to look at the flower through the lens, it told me multiple stories.
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Naughty |
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Playful |
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Obedient |
Lazy |
Pose / Portraiture |
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Sleeping |
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Snoring |
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Smiling |
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The feeling of restlessness
I have yet not begun counting my days towards my journey to US. I feel trapped in a time bubble. The time bubble is something that distorts the relative experience I have with the outside world. This period makes me feel I am not moving at all. I feel what a floating bubble would feel in air - where it constantly negates any reference with the moving world. The bubble waits to burst to take in more air, to lose itself... Similarly, there's a momentum frozen within, waiting to explode.

My every day schedule too has become amorphous. I wonder if I operated similarly some days before. Yesterday when I went to get some pages binded, I had 5 sets for which the shop keeper quoted Rs. 15/- per set. I wanted to bargain to lower the price - and combined 5 sets into 4 and told him to charge me Rs. 60/- for 4 sets. He agreed and I felt I made a good deal. Calculating the cost of per binding today, I still arrived at a figure of 15/-! What does such an act reveal of my mental condition?
I have lost any experience of the outside world. I have lost any sense of time and space. I have forgotten mathematics, I have not counted minutes for a long time now. I do not know when the new day begins - I stare at the watch for hours to feel no change in time. I can not feel the time biologically.

My every day schedule too has become amorphous. I wonder if I operated similarly some days before. Yesterday when I went to get some pages binded, I had 5 sets for which the shop keeper quoted Rs. 15/- per set. I wanted to bargain to lower the price - and combined 5 sets into 4 and told him to charge me Rs. 60/- for 4 sets. He agreed and I felt I made a good deal. Calculating the cost of per binding today, I still arrived at a figure of 15/-! What does such an act reveal of my mental condition?
Was I was completely lost? What was happening?
There are so many things in the head. Is it accumulated energy or is it apprehension? Is it fear or is it excitement? Am I being prepared or am I over-preparing? I do not understand what is happening to me. I feel like my bones are pushing my body - I keep stretching my muscles. Do I want to grow out of myself? I do not react to movement in the city. I do not react to the change in my everyday. Is it anxiety?
But I do know I have felt this earlier. Similar impatience, restlessness. It was when I decided that I wanted to do architecture. I waited to finish my 12th studies as soon as possible. I was so hungry to consume architecture. I remember ranked 6th in the merit list for Academy of Architecture. I waited impatiently to begin my new world then. It's similar now.
I had said this earlier over my blog - "winning after a lot of hard work is a great feeling". Two years ago I was rejected in all colleges I applied to. This year, I got selected in a University (Yale), the best in the world and the field of theory that I applied for, that rejects 90% of the applications it receives, further, for a course which admits only 3, maximum 4 people over the world - and I just don't know how to express this feeling. Perhaps expressing this is a difficult thing. But I am not trying to be boastful. If it reads that way, it's only because I just do not know how else to express it. It has raised my expectations of myself altogether. And I am not sure if I will be able to cope up with it. I think I am worried.
I am worried to be floating, to have lost my referentiality. I am struggling to frame sentences. I cant frame it through conventional language. I often gaze at the sugarcane crushing machine and wonder about the biography of the sugarcane. I can feel myself between the two cylinders. And I would also like to believe that the result would be sweet.
Wednesday, June 06, 2012
Writing Architecture
Types of writings:
1.
Journalistic:
A journalistic writing is primarily a form used for getting across an idea
quickly. It gives a gist of the 'whole'. There is generally no pressure of an
argument in a journalistic piece. The write-ups are kept around 800-1000 words.
Thus they have a faster rhythm of reading, understanding and perception. There
is no pressure of giving references or bibliography.
2.
Academic
writing: An academic writing is primarily argumentative. It has to fit in a
structure. The structure is defined by a clear methodology. Establishing a
lineage becomes important in an academic piece since generally it refers to an author / body who
has a history himself / itself. References and bibliography thus becomes
important. An academic piece is generally around 5000-15000 words
Eg.: Kenneth Frampton
3.
Essay:
Essays are argumentative, long, but polemic (making a point but polishing it to
a level of absurdity. There is no obligation to give references but one can
mention people, etc.
Eg.: Gautam Bhatia
Modes of writing:
1.
Argumentative
pieces: Makes a point. Proves an opinion.
2.
Conversation
Structure: Not under any compulsion to make a point. Eg.: Interviews, etc.
3.
Layout:
Opens up a field (just saying what different people see, think, speak, etc.). They
are descriptive and do not give opinions. There is no value judgement.
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