(from Poplar and Stepney neighbourhood)




Sainsbury’s, Canary wharf and a Happy New Year!
I live in a beautiful city. A city where artists and musicians are most generously waged places along beautiful pavements, clean side walks and efficient underground tube station. Most of these obstinate rebels sincerely strive to be as innovative as possible in order to impress a banker, an accountant, a lawyer, a minister within a brief span of 10 seconds to earn a glance of pity, a smile of appreciation and some pennies. This hierarchy tends to repeat itself over and over again in the ugliest possible manner all over this beautiful city, safe guarded by sirens and dotted by museums. This beautiful city has CCTV cameras protecting the innocents from the violence of ‘stomping, whopping, stealing, singing, tap-dancing, violating, Derby-topped’ Clockwork Orange-hooligans who resist converting into straight forward, god fearing, taxpaying, credit card using, over consuming citizens.....inspite of the museums, galleries, libraries, monuments, gardens, lawns, Christmas trees, angels, churches, castles, villas, banks and one royal family complete with a queen! This global economic capital, a city with highest ethnic & cultural mix all over the world successfully manages to tame most of its tourists, migrants and residents, to steer clear of discontent and talk about discounts. As people from council housing and elite villas alike, plunge together on Boxing Day, passionately shopping for pieces of brands that will build their sense of identities when they travel in the tube to their homes. So it isn’t a surprise when most conversations of not so interesting people oscillate within a rather wide range of great deals in beautiful clothes, mugs, shoes and coffee powders........and environmental sustainability!
After fairly eventful presentations on London involving London being hit by, or on the brink of one global disaster or the other of scales to inspire some of the very best Hollywood movies, we had a barbecue party with lots of food, drinks and dance.
Interestingly we realised that the discipline of architecture and urban design here has been systematically disconnected from society and strongly wants to restrict itself to form making. It is something about these big global educational institutions, where for knowledge to become more knowledgeable, demands so much of resources that it gets tied up within these strings of funding and financing. And this step in many of our lives is the first step towards getting integrated within this system, where we too shall start exclaiming ‘everything is not so black and white!’.......







Bernard Tschumi
Few days back I had the opportunity of attending a lecture by Bernard Tschumi at the AA. As he started his presentation with saying ‘Architecture is not knowledge of Form... but a form of Knowledge, and its role is not to just make buildings... but to raise questions’... (especially within the space of an institution that has quite skilfully reduced the entire field of architecture into an orgy of form making exercises) he was an instant hit with me and my Greek friend Kostas. He went ahead with explaining the context within architectural scenario and each of his project right from Parc de la Villette to the more recent ones like his museum in Athens responding to those contexts. What was interesting was when he spoke about the project he was able to talk about THE project (and not how it was built and how was it managed and how many agencies worked)...But as Colin, our course director and his then partner during Parc de la Villette, observed that he had successfully for the sake of the presentation had forged every project into the ‘Context & Concept’ framework leaving out all the Joker cards, all the aberrations, all the unexpected skews and scratches....On the whole it was a very interesting lecture followed by an equally interesting question and answer session wherein Mr. Tschumi was able to provide quite intelligent answers to some of the most stupid questions I had ever heard of. Very interesting and very inspiring.
My Room
I stay at Swiss Cottage, a tube station that lies in privileged zone 2 of London on the Jubilee line, which is the grey line on the ‘transport for London (TFL)’ map. It being a student’s accommodation I have the leisure of one small-cozy-tiny-but-still-cozy-room, one window and shared kitchen that I use very rarely. My room has a blue-green carpet on the floor, pale yellow walls and light brown laminated furniture. The main door to my room is wooden and is painted in apple green. It is a clean room and all the signs of someone having lived here before me have been successfully erased, moped, dried and painted. The absence of traffic sounds, mixers, pressure cookers, bells, radio etc is further amplified by the silence here, it gets too quite sometimes...but fortunately the refrigerator in my room has started making some sound that reassures me of the world’s existence on very quite nights. The first model I have made after coming here sits on the bookshelf along with wooden Ganapati (lovingly named Gumpoo) guarded by some members of Justice League of America and CCTVs downstairs. Most of my room is still in default mode but every weekend it blooms in all its glory, with a carnival of the entire week’s laundry. Great weather, Amazing Brit cuisine and a very accommodating city....what can I say people.....I miss home.











As I prepare to leave I am in the process of packing. Slowly and steadily making lists and prioritizing what I need the most, to be wrapped in smaller pouches and compartmentalized within 2 black bags, that will carry resources, evidences and memories of this place for the next 2 years. My smaller bag looks like a sushi tray, with everyday acts of bathing, shaving, studying and sleeping wrapped in smaller sea weed pouches neatly arranged and ready to serve me when need may arise. My on flight bag reminds me of Star Trek space travelers kit, with cutting edge technology origamied into sleek looking metal cuboids of various shapes & sizes that will talk, analyze & if I don’t achieve social acceptance, then give me company. Most of my baggage is new and smells of air-conditioned shops, sterilized of all touches and ready to be encoded with new sights, smells and sounds. But I also bear with me some old books, photos, clothes and bed covers that will keep me warm on cold rainy London nights.
Having undergone dental ‘rehabilitation’, my teeth hurt a little and don’t feel like they belong to me anymore, just like my luggage, some of them are brand new. As I organize myself to leave behind everything that was ‘me & my’, I stare at my ceiling tonight wondering what the ceiling of my small cozy room in London will be like, will it have wooden slats or will it be painted in cheap fire retarding paint. Tonight I truly understand Murakami’s description of Sputnik and its silent lonely journey, with the earth reflected on its metal body as it swims through dark ether to assemble awareness about itself and the world around…
As I am the last person to depart among all of us who have left for numerous countries and continents, in search of greater goals, better understanding and saucier sex life, I hope that we all get what we wished for and are soon around a party table, somewhere beautiful, talking about each others heroics across the globe. Cheers!
I will miss everyone here, a lot.
Bye Bye people,
Lau
Sau




The city embodies within itself multiple narratives, as said by many important architects, planners and urban designers. These narratives of transformation, redevelopment, violence, technology, environment, etc structure the city into fine networks that stretch, wrap, tie and get entangled...I remember attending conferences where lot of planners came and argued on the city being like veins, crystal shards, sudoku, larynx and many more things that are tearing, shifting, splitting and shockingly even reproducing. But the point is, in such a city the multiplicity break down the clear-cut polarities of good-bad, ugly-beautiful, clean-dirty etc. and makes them murky. But the kind of Urban Transformation that is taking place in our cities today is of a nature that is giving rise to a growing intolerance towards these complexities.
Through the act of ‘tolerant’ collaboration by three of us (Ranjit, Aditya & me) on a single canvas, the image intends to look at the some of the imaginations that make up our city. This was done through formulating a methodology as a version of the surrealist exercise of ‘Exquisite Corpse’ that has built a collage of our city out of different images contributed by each one of us.

This image as Aditya explained was inspired from a photograph taken to record an internal courtyard. It started with Aditya using the tools of perspective and bending them so as to construct an image that showed more of the courtyard, deforming it more than the photograph so as to enable details of not only the court but also the adjacent corridor spaces that abut it, stretching it a little more so as to represent the narrowness of the court, detailing it intensively to hint at multiple narratives contained within the built form. The pencil sketch used existing tools of drafting and detailing, but when overlaid with a concern to show more, got deformed into a fish eye image.
When Ranjit took over painting of the image, he imagined the image in terms of its light, and attempted to represent the light within the court and thereby represent the narrowness, the stale air, the dimly lit corridors, moisture in the air etc. But interestingly when he painted the image he painted it referring to a photograph and so the rendering of the image got influenced by photographic perception of light and not as seen by the human eye, which explains the over exposure at the top or a little out of focus at the bottom.
The asymmetrical sides, slight tilt of the built form and the clothes (in the extreme top left) hanging straight down are some of the planned errors that add to the overall image.
Snails