• Of Saints and Apostles!

    Looking west, St Petersburg named after the Apostle Peter, by the Europe loving Tsar Peter was first a Swedish settlement on the bank of the River Neva. In line with a few cities in Alaska it is the highest in latitude city with a populace of over a hundred million, with no city further not being home to that many people. Crown prince Peter, unlike his predecessors enjoyed the great outdoors and would go to any length to quest his love for travel but when he inherited the Russian empire he was tied down to the Kremlin. Hating the hierarchy and utterly convinced that the Boyars were scheming to kill him he boldly attested to shift the capital to a Swedish rampart that was recently won by the Russians after defeating the Swedish in an unlikely defeat. The very swampy marsh eagerly looked out into the Gulf of Finland, easily connecting to the rest of Europe accessed by boats. Six-hundred odd kilometers away from Moscow he was convinced of the location prodding the rest of his subjects to move along virtually deserting the Kremlin. Loving Italian architecture, which left a deep impression on him as a young boy, he commissioned Rapheal to build the city of his dreams, which would look as beautiful as Rome, Venice, Pisa and Milan all rolled into one. When he discovered that the traditional medieval white stone was not easily available in the precincts of his new town he imposed a stone tax(!) commanding citizens coming to St Petersburg to carry a sizeable amount of stone into the new capital city. So brick by brick, or rather stone by stone St Petersburg was built right from the scratch.

     

    It now is the second largest city in Russia and by far the quaintest town drizzled in art and peppered with culture from upper-crust Marinnsky performances to the more humble but just as good street performances. While Moscow is intimidating in most places, apart from its parks, St Petersburg is delightful in every turn of the road. The buildings hardly ever go higher than the prescribed four-storey limit and unless absolutely essential, the proportion of the streets and the side-walks are maintained to lend to the city a grand yet warm feel. The river Neva is tapped into the city through various canals marked by tiny bridges at safe distances. The city itself is hinged on the two banks of the Neva crossed by iron-bridges that lift up to let ships into the city facilitating movement of goods into the city. With every building mimicking the proportions of Rome in massing and doused in pastel colors of France, the city is widely candy-like reminding one of a well built cake. The whizzing of the motorcars may just be the draw into reality! Though Peter the Great did establish the city and faced the other royals head-on he did not live long enough to see his vision turn into a reality. After his death the politics of the heavy-headed royals put a brief stop to the city development which only continued in full swing under his daughter Ekaterina as the Russians call her, or Catherine the Great as more popularly known. Steering the city to a fine completion Catherine the Great was known for her golden rule of Russia. Under her thumb the various monuments of the city were built, monuments that just-married couples tour across the city. It is customary for brides and bridegrooms in the city to walk around to major monuments across the city after a simple church wedding, wedding party intact, taking in the sites and mostly letting the city and it’s monuments know of their tryst with holy matrimony! So tourists can behold several beautiful brides and dapper grooms prance around with best men and maid of honor in tow! Most brides wear a fur coat too all in the ensemble!

     

    With a not so long history and a more youthful geography St Petersburg is widely chilly in winters but glows very warmly in the few months of summer. As the snow melts away and the warmer climes approach, the people shed all those layers to emerge in a happy-go-lucky fervor matching their easy smiles with pretty flowers in full bloom. With white nights unfolding, a natural phenomenon where the sky is lit all through the night due to the sun’s angle with earth’s horizon, the city comes alive donning a hat of fun and frolic in a shroud of un-leaving sunlight. Artists of all kind take to the street, performing rock, singing aloud, drawing the weary or thrilled passerby, completing an art project, dishing out an ice-cream, doling out hot yummy corn on the cob, jiving to a dance move and hence sending out those precious vibes into the atmosphere, dressing up in face-paint, standing as still as a perfectly chiseled statue, standing on poles to become a rather out-of-proportion cartoon character, performing a randon trick or two, blowing out massive soap bubbles into the atmosphere, selling rare manuscripts or even playing a tune on the vibrofone! The vibrofone was undoubtedly my most favorite of them all, the subtle and sweet sounding organ could easily make one pause in their tracks and in tune with bright pink sky transport one into a painting nonetheless!

    Unlike Barcelona’s La Rambla or Paris’s Champs de Ely sees the urban performance-scape of St Petersburg during the white nights is not restricted to one street or one area, the entire city streets become a place of wonder with Nevsky Prospekt definitely leading the list. The UNESCO World Heritage site is also a city of museums hosting the largest number of museums in the world in one city. The Hermitage leading the pack is one of the biggest museums with large floor plates in the world, it is thronged by a large number of tourists joining the ranks of the Louvre in Paris or the Met in New York. At the Hermitage one is treated to the large collection of art ranging from the Byzantine era to the more recent modern works of art. Van Gogh, Monet, da Vinci are some of the works in the Hermitage that is also flooded with several art collections of the Tsars, the Soviets and more recent government departments of Russia. Home-town to Putin, the city is as fun as ever and a potpourri of a number of European cities with the best of Russia. The Hermitage too is not as specifically Russia as it is all about the world in general. Artifacts from Egypt, the Bahamas and even Phillipines makes the private collection very comprehensive and largely endearing, the fact that it is housed in and tied in seamlessly to the Winter Palace of the Tsars makes the journey through the museum distinctly Russian. It does however bear an uncanny resemblance to the Louvre minus Pei’s very popular glass pyramid. The grand staircase and the house of portraits are reminders of the country’s glorious past and the bravest of them all. Visiting the palace along with the Italian Prime Minister in tow serves to remind one the lack of distinction between the leaders and us humble followers. He did shake hands benevolently and chatted up with the museum goers with ease though followed by a very loyal entourage. Taking well over a day at the museum soaking in all the extents of art it is a rather tedious affair! But after a day well spent the canals make for an uplifting companion through the white nights walks!

    The night/day life notwithstanding, since there is technically no night I could hardly call it a night-life, with streaks of sunlight left on all night long does hardly see any difference. The phenomena of white nights inspires a festival and is an inspiration to artists of all types, plays, musicals, ballets, visual and aural art-work. The entire city celebrates the natural wonder playing to their own strengths. Once in motion the joy of the absence of snow seems quite palpable for a city that is submerged in snow for the greater part of the year. At Peter and Paul’s fortress, across the River Neva, the walrus club indulges in active sunbathing lying down on the infill of the fortress. The famous club is also known for winter activities that includes breaking a sheet of ice and diving into the water below during the frigid winters. The thermal shock induced in the body is good for health and the skin as such as the club claims! The Peter and Paul fortress is where the Swedish first built a settlement and where Peter began his dreams of St Petersburg. The complex inside the fortress also included a prison that has never hosted serious criminals except for the revolutionaries. Comprising of an active cathedral, living quarters, government offices the fortress opens out into several gates to the island it is built on. Well documented prints displayed in the fort enclosures give a clear idea on the conception and building of the ramparts and the structure. To fill into a skewed hexagonal space the ground was infilled into the waters to create a firm foundation. Every noon a cannon ball devoid of gunpowder is fired by a volunteering tourist and one by a Russian officer to mark the tradition held in the fortress for over many years. The nearby Velikan park is a popular children’s hub and hosts one of the city’s famed metro stations.

    Like in Moscow, St Petersburg’s metro station are decorated in beautiful stone, metal and plaster of paris work lit with gargantuan chandeliers and are steep with the earth at about a hundred metres. Long escalators funnel people through the escalators taking one down several floors, keep right to allow the not-so-faint hearted to run down the moving escalators where people with pace-makers are clearly asked to keep out of, noticeably so! The beautiful metro stations were again, like in Moscow, redecorated to improve the social feelings of the denizens, assuming that a thing of beauty would bring joy forever. The adage is wholly true, cause the beautiful stations do bring joy to the passers-by. Doing up the metro seemed like a great idea, as a major part of the population use the metro to commute daily. With signages in English and Russian the city is much more easy to traverse in, it also is a popular destination for tourists who take the Scandanavian cruises and touch upon Russia through St Petersburg. The city is extremely tourist-friendly. The metal bridges of the ancient times attract a huge crowd as the draw bridges are hosted up at midnight for an hour to allow ships to pass into the Neva River. Though now only a crowd puller, the draw bridges were once a very important part of the city’s progressive growth, bringing in people and material from nearby Europe.

    The Marinnsky theatre too drew in it’s fair share of talent hosting several plays and ballets and is a major attraction figuring only after it’s counterpart Bolshoi in Moscow. The theatre has been redesigned to include a brand new building and hosts many events in it’s new and old buildings. As students and ballet professionals perform the pride of the country truly lies in it’s exponential quality of performing arts, mainly the ballet. The Marinnsky palace in the area is home to the city’s legislative assemble, another building built in the Italian style with fluted columns and the triangular In terms of visual architecture, the St Isaac’s cathedral is made of a beautiful Byzantium dome over a cylindrical drum located very close to the Bronze Horseman, that is the statue of Peter the Great on his horse. The mosaic art in the cathedral displays great dexterity and skill, much on the lines of the of the ancient domes of Rome. The portrait of baby Jesus with Virgin Mary is a much repeated scene while the verses of the holy books are scripted on the walls of the cathedral either as text or as visual depictions. A scaffolding model used to build the church at a scale of one-sixteenth showcases the complexity of building which took forty years to be completed finishing between 1818 to 1858. Various drawings of the cathedral made during the time of construction are keenly displayed. The walkway to the base of the dome and encircling the drum provides extremely scenic views of the city across all the sides. The beauty of the city is captured from all angles around the cathedral.

    More active than the Isaac’s cathedral is the Kazan cathedral built as a confluence of two religions, the Russian Orthodoxy and the Roman Catholic. It is the only cathedral of that kind in the world. It was commissioned to commemorate Russia’s victory over Napolean and modelled on the St Peter’s basilica in Rome. It is dedicated to Our lady of Kazan, probably the most venerated icon in Russia. In midst of a Sunday mass the cathedral is lit up in all its glory resonating with the chants of prayer, people singing along in a group, the cathedral lit up in golden chandelier is a prayer hall filled with positive ions. Large verandahs with columns in a semi-circular archways flank the either side of the main hall reminiscent of the St Peter’s basilica in Rome. The white stone of the Kazan cathedral is one of the usual medieval stone found extensively in the region. Of all the cathedrals in St Peterburg, the Church of Our Saviour on Spilled blood, is extremely striking with the typical onion domes but unlike the turrets of the St Basil’s cathedral, this church dons more mature and subdued colours. Its structure and placement along a canal however make it a place of attraction to artists who draw and sell a pictorial depiction of the structure.

    But the most beautiful of them all is undoubtedly the Peterhof Palace popularly known as the Summer Palace located at a comfortable distance from the city of St Petersburg. Though there are several ways to access the palace and its fabulous lower grounds, the way through the hydrofoil is the most glamorous. Walking across the lower gardens which look more like a forest, because of its high expanse of trees, the palace delivers a very pleasant surprise. The water body forming a central access and reaching the palace in a perpendicular dimension leads to the central axis of the Summer palace. Painted in pleasant yellow with white coloured columns, the palace preceded by spectacularly engineered water fountains and crowned by the light blue skies, on good days mostly! The Summer Palace was also designed by Raphael and each of its rooms are equipped with mirrors, lights, chandeliers lighting up the interiors two-fold. The mirrors at different levels of the vertical space increase the quality and feel of daylight within the spaces. The palace looks the best in Summer with cheery colours and a beautiful expanse that glorifies the great Italian architect. Beautiful places leave a lasting impression more often than not, the Peterhof palace is one such place. Compared to the most beautiful palaces in the world, the Peterhof is as delightful as ever. Whether in colour or in form. The upper gardens may not be as beautiful as the lower gardens but lead one onto the interiors. The water fountains, a great sight at the palace were engineered to perfection working on gravity. Just as the Russian tycoons pride themselves on the make of their yachts, the Tsars enjoyed patronising and loved the working fountains playing with water and adding another layer to witnessing architecture, a trend also clearly applied by Tadao Ando in most of his works. The ingenuity of Russians with the water bodies is also seen in other gardens dotting the city, including the very dainty summer garden. Reconstructed in parts the garden is built over existing remains that were found in the area over the years.

    Ahead of the upper gardens at the Peterhof palace is the town of Peterhof, the home of the Russian Raketa watches. Now housed in a dilapidated factory building the watches may have lost the competitive edge in comparison to their peers but they are as well-crafted and boast of many different styles and types from over the ages. Worn by Gorbachev during his time as a Soviet leader the brand saw a sharp rise in its value. A long train ride away from the city centre, the Peterhof palace presents a stunning experience mostly because of it’s make and the setting it is located in. Its an italian palace located in a truly Russian setting and it makes for a truly heady mix! Lined with cafes and restaurants, the city and its streets embraces American food, clothing but not so much it’s President, hating the leader quite openly, and alarmingly. While the malls are flooded with merchandise from all over the world, the truly Russian brands stand out with their much lower rates. Fur coats on display including mink are only just a testimony to the severity of the winters. The old architecture mimicking the buildings of Italy with a dash of France are hardly as climate responsive as the new structures drawing in ample amounts of daylight with glass fenestrations and the sun for warmth.

    Built on the premise of beauty, St Petersburg is delightful and ingenious marking a world of a dainty visual splendour. From the story of Disney’s Anatasia demonstrating palace coups to the bestest macarons and fondants of Keeives, it is a visual splendour that delights all the senses!

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  • Kinkaku-ji!

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    The wonder of the past

    in the tumultuous future

    A shimmer of golden

    in ripples that embolden

    There is no last

    in the tents of nature

    And in earth laden

    drizzled with laughter

    Is the urge to fast

    glorious and furious

    In spite of the blast

    and all the slaughter

    Leaving some aghast

    and others afar

    There are the larks

    who shun the dark

    Brightening alike

    bringing life to life

    For matter the distance

    and all of the friction

    the beauty of contemplation

    on utter insistence

    Brings out a mast

    calling peace aloud

    From years of experience

    telling tales of mention

    To shun the swords

    needles and moulds

    Awakening a beginning

    forever embracing

    Missions in sight

    for all the might

    Settling the senses

    calming the nerves

    The vision enlightening

    a sense of foreboding

    There is a right

    for every light

    Of Zen and listening

    the joys beckoning

    Cherry-blossoms in sight

    however dark the night

    Lanterns full of light

    not far from sight

    Every crest has a trough

    every cloud a lining

    Laying out the whining

    in warm surroundings

    In the land of rising

    and the shimmering

    A reason for loving

    and mostly celebrating

    The very early sighting

    of the golden noble sun!

     

     

     

     

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    Kiyomizudera or the Pure Water Temple in Kyoto looks out to impressive views and brings forward the love of water manifested in architecture. Built with solid wooden logs in a visibly complex structure the temple is reached from the highest level and then descend downwards. The water collected on the roof of the temple is further directed down to the drains through water chains. The temple is ancient with weathered wooden logs and beautiful in case of it’s surrounds. Interlocking wooden base is the winning element as is the dialogue with water present at every scale. The stage that looks down 13 m is the reason for the popular expression in Japan, “to jump off the stage at Kiyomizu” meaning the same as the English equivalent of “to take the plunge”. And blind superstition held that taking the plunge, literally jumping off the stage granted one’s wishes. 234 jumps were recorded during the Edo period, of which 85.4% survived, I presume the rest wished to die!

    However the practice is now forbidden but for the superstitiously inclined the host of shrines at the temple include the Jishu shrine, the God of love and of good matches, that possesses a pair of love stones laid 18 m apart. The belief lays that walking from one stone to the other with eyes closed with success ensures that one will find love, or more precisely true love! Descending down from the main hall is the Otowa waterfall where three channels of water fall into a pond. Drinking the water is believed to grant the wishes. For a temple doused with so many superstitions it made it to the 21 finalists of the seven wonders but missed by the whisker! The wooden log understructure is brilliant and the heavy wooden logs a wonder in itself.

  • Shintoism in Nara!

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    UNESCO sites and World Heritage towns have a certain air about them that call for a completely divine experience and when coupled with one of the older religions in the world the effect is sublime. Nara located in the Kansai region of Japan is one such place. The small town of Nara attracts a host of tourists because the Great Buddha it houses but also because of what it is as such. The quaint town boasts of ample greenery, a spiritual history, well-livered populace, artists who spend a day in the park creating a masterpiece, snazzy shopping quarters, great food places and Sentos or Japanese communal bath-houses. So on a bright summer day Nara presents a delectable version of sites concocted to perfection!

    Walking about in Nara and a trip to the Kasuga-Taisha shrine is a perfect ending to any Japanese experience. The Nara Park, with the nearby Man’yo botanical garden, is filled with deer, again messengers to God, roaming about in the lush green park accepting biscuits and food from the lesser mortals as they prance about the complex of religious buildings. Nature is God, Shintoism strongly prescribes and the walk to Kasuga-Taisha is quite an ennobling experience with large doses of nature along the way. I think, therefore I am said Buddha. And reflecting well and often is a way to be, a way to think for oneself. As the park gives way to the shrine the stone lanterns begin to make an appearance. The multitude of lanterns one after the other guide the average walker to the shrine that is filled with lanterns of every sort. While the sculptural lanterns look pensive and wabi-sabi in every sense, in the evening they are lamps of hope brightly lit and not fighting with might the darkness.

    The shrine that practises Shintosim is active and alive with followers who come from far and wide to pray. School children by the dozen prance about on a day off. While they make conversation one cannot help but wonder how beautifully the famed manners of the country have trickled down over many generations and have not got lost in spite of globalisation and fast-changing world. They speak with twinkling eyes and a disarming smile posing for pictures with us specimens from the other world, cause Nippon, as they lovingly address their country, is another world in itself. Apprehensively purchasing a ticket to the inside I walk through to mainly see the old-world temple coloured in a peppy orange and including the bonsai plants by the dozens. Crossing one room to another the route takes its own way before commencing into the lantern room, a dark room with twinkling lanterns one after the other hung in different designs and types all across the room. Walking through the lanterns thrills the senses and the burning lamps shimmer playfully all across the room, its a case of first loves. The votive lanterns are offered with the fulfilment of a vow and suddenly the space symbolised with fulfilled vows makes for an extremely uplifting experience.

    With a host of positivity and if I may say, divine intervention the walk back is no different, with vendors selling away delicious sweet potatoes and cherry-blossom ice-cream in season! Just as we made our way out school children came up with school assignments sitting about in the Nara park and solving some really long division sums! Soaking in at a Sento in Nara, the experience of the brilliant lanterns replays and a Dylan Thomas comes to the mind.

    “Do not go gently into that good night,

    rage rage against the dying of the light!”

    _ Dylan Thomas

    No, do not!

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    American architects have a great love for the Japanese sensitivity to design and architecture in general. Or let me rephrase, architects have a great respect for the Japanese sense of building and quite rightly so. From the mid-80s architects have thronged to Japan to study Tokyo and in general visit the country that is magnificently steeped in natural beauty, hit by disaster unlike any another and yet emerged a rising sun every single time. The greatest American architect who is deeply inspired by nature, likening it to Godliness, who was the inspiration to Ayn Rand’s Fountainhead and a man who dared to think for himself even if it was different, Frank Llyod Wright. Born this very day roughly 149 years ago Wright designed several buildings including my favourites, the Guggenheim Museum in New York and the Falling Waters Residence in southern Pennsylvania.

    Wright made his first foreign trip in 1905 at the age of 38 to Japan, he was deeply influenced by the perspective of the Japanese when it came to building and his architecture ever since bears a reference to the Japanese love for nature and building with sensitivity to the environment. Though the Imperial hotel is Wright’s most popular building in Japan, precisely in Tokyo, built for the increasing number of western tourists in the 1910s at the behest of the Japanese aristocracy, the Yodoko Guesthouse in Awaji is a fine example of the architecture of Frank Llyod Wright. Built as a summer villa, the guest house was designed in 1918 and built 6 years later. The architectural expression of the guesthouse includes high quality woodwork, small windows that dot the upper level of the rooms and several enclosures divided by screens and furnished with Tatami mats.

    Though parts of the guest-house has been refurbished since, the main drawing room and dining rooms are intact as designed by Wright. Known for his love of detailing, Wright designs not just the house but also every integral part of the interiors including furniture and products, even influencing mostly the kind of art exhibited on the walls. The layout of the guest-house is not the usual with the public spaces of the house including the drawing room and the dining room levels sandwiched by  level of private living spaces.  A very classical staircase is also included providing a vertical connection between the levels. The drawing room as first envisaged is filled with octagonal tables and art-deco chairs with an attached pantry. A level above are the private areas of the house above which are placed the formal dining and kitchen on the highest level. The dining room opens into a terrace that is adorned by a spectacular view of the Awaji island and the sea.

    The house is further towered by a chimney that runs through the height of the building warming up intermittently the indoor spaces. The Yodoko Guesthouse has several Japanese characteristics but it essentially is American in spirit, mostly FLW in make. The attention to detail is immaculate and the finish adorably art deco. The smaller windows aid ventilation and the larger ones bring in ample sunshine into the indoor spaces. Covered in Oya stone, an igneous rock created from lava and ash the house shares its facade material with that of the Imperial Hotel in Tokyo. The stone is fireproof and very vernacular to it’s context. Wright excels as an architect with a vision whose buildings stand the test of time both qualitatively and quantitatively!

    Just as the master says,

    “Nature is my manifestation of God. I go to Nature everyday for inspiration in the day’s work. I follow in building the principles which nature has used in it’s domain.”

    and decidedly, the mother of art is architecture!

  • The Great Buddha of Nara!

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    Todai-ji was once the one of the powerful Seven Great Temples houses the great bronze Buddha, the largest Buddha statue in the world, of Vairocana, even today it serves as the Japanese headquarters of the Kegon school of Buddhism. It is a place where tourists and the famous deer of Nara roam together in one of the World Heritage Sites holding its place firmly in the list complied by UNESCO. Deer are regarded as messengers to God in the doctrine of Shintoism and they roam freely at this temple site. Feeding biscuits to the deer is an encouraged practice, while one slips in a wish or two to the deer while bribing it! Once one makes their way through the hordes of tourists and the bulk of deer there is the gorgeous statue, of the Buddha to take in and admire. Nara is a small town and the Great Buddha of Nara is famous all over the world. Decorated by the main statue are the Bodhisattvas adorning the sides. The tranquil face of the giant Buddha statue is beguiling and wonderfully crafted.

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    While the prayer hall is filled with kiosks doling out fridge magnets and the like, a look up to the roof is also a worthy gesture. The old temple that houses the Great Buddha is a combination of the traditional Japanese woodwork. Though no major Buddhist ceremonies currently take place at Todai-ji, the Buddha here has held his importance in the historic context of Japan way before the capital was moved to Kamakura. The power of Buddha is unfathomable, and he has a history of granting the most unbelievable miracles. Today a smaller replica of the great God stands outside the temple and as the popular belief goes, rubbing the body part of Buddha brings healing to one’s own body. Must say I saw a few tourists try their luck with rubbing his back! With students, foreign tourists, local tourists and devout Buddhists thronging the site the hustle and bustle at the temple is admirable.

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    The Daibutsu or Buddha of Todai-ji measures roughly 15 m in height and weighing about 550 tonnes. Gardens that host the temple have over time evolved with the temple complex to become an integral part of a unique organic living community. While the temple complex at Todai-ji hosts several performances mainly musicals, the original bronze bell chimes even today doing exactly what bells are supposed to do, ringing in the mind to the present! More recently x-rays have been used to discover a human tooth along with pearls, mirrors, swords and jewels in the knee of the Great Buddha, which are believed to belong to the Emperor Shomu who was the main facilitator who built the temple. During his reign he issued a law that commanded every person to be involved with a Buddhist temple, hoping that it would inspire piety in the people. Therefore money was collected from the citizens at large to donate for the building of Todai-ji. Such a collective fund for a temple he believed would generate God-fearing people and also prevent natural disasters that Japan has always been famous for!

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    Off the fashionable city of Kobe, a train-ride away is the Heron-like coloured in white Himeji Castle, perched on a hill likened to a white egret against the backdrop of the blue sky. Its remarkable history also holds tales of how it was covered in black during the Second World War to prevent it from being bombed by the Allies. It has survived even the deadly Great Hanshin Earthquake of 1995. Credit to the many safeguarding measures the castle is now one of the only surviving prototypical Japanese castle architecture. The castle complex consists of a network of 83 buildings with advanced defensive systems from the Feudal period. Its nicknames come from its brilliant white exterior that looks like a bird taking flight.

     

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    The castle is very Japanese in regard to the extensive use of wood. In fact two large elm trunks are used as the main columns of the Castle that run all the way from the base to the top as the primary support system of the structure. The trunks and all the other wooden elements in the Castle structure including rafters, doors, windows are all fine wood, weathered to hold up against the elements. Though not surviving the termites, the Castle currently is undergoing a series of restorative measures. Climbing up the six floors of the castle is quite a hike with steep steps connecting the levels vertically, while every level has the soldier platform intended to be used to wage an attack on the offenders or enemies approaching the castle. The views from each of the level look out to the town of Himeji, the Koko-en gardens and a host of other natural landscape.

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    The family crest of Ikeda Terumasa is emboldened on each of the roof tile endings. The castle holds the museum and each of the building material can be seen in close quarters. Once at the highest level of the castle one is greeted by the prayer chamber. The royalty too lived with the famous wooden screens and tatami mats much like the commoners. Unlike the gilded emperors of the west or even nearby China, Japan was ruled by several emperors who lived simple, mostly. The samurai clan were the warriors and their rule changed the built landscape of the country. The Koko-en garden next door is a typical surreal Japanese garden with the koi pond, fish, the genteel colours of the plants and a host of other features that are not Zen but traditionally Japanese. The Himeji town is simple and touristy with the castle being its main feature. A glimpse into the Japanese traditions, architecture and life shows one how deeply layered the Japanese people really are and how supremely culturally refined.

     

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    Like all castles, the Himeji is also robed in folk-lore and stories of scorned women, brave men and a populace who worshipped their emperors. Though a spectacle set in a peaceful surround the Himeji castle has witnessed it’s own share of despair but emerged like a beautiful white Heron flying into the bright blue sky. Like a lotus that emerges spotless in murky muddy waters, the White Egret or lovingly called White Heron castle emerges from the pages of Japanese history spotless and unnerved. It is gorgeously beautiful. Ignorance may well be bliss!

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  • The Zenness of Being!

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    “Hi, am Zen”, she said. And she went on to be my bestest friend in the island country. She named herself she said, mainly to remind herself of the philosophy of lightness. Though largely believed to be Japanese, the Zen way of thinking finds its roots in the Mahayana Buddhism that originated in China during the rule of the Tang dynasty. The school of Buddhism asserts that enlightenment could be attained through meditation, self-contemplation and intuition rather than faith or devotion, celebrating clearly the self. When the Japanese began to embrace Buddhism hugely they did not completely shun the traditional Shintoism, moulding Buddhism into vastly their likely. The Zen philosophy too they took and built a phenomenon that popularly embraced the school of thought that encouraged deliberate action, thought and contemplation. To house the philosophy, and reflecting the times many a temples were built, that focussed on worship Zen-style, one that promoted reflection, mainly.

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    The Ryoanji temple in Kyoto is one such example, a temple wherein the self is more lauded than a deity, where intuition trumps faith and refection trumps devotion. Zenness therefore is also being one-hundred percent in the moment. When the mind does not wander and is not clearly lost. It belongs to the Myoshinji school of the Rinzai branch of Zen Buddhism. It also is by far the finest example of kare-sansui or dry landscape, the finest surviving example of the refined type of the Japanese style Zen Garden. After a quick look at the golden shrine of Kinkakuji, the Ryoanji temple is a short bus ride away. From the entrance one is guided by landscaped pathways into the main temple building. The hike up is a reflective prelude of what lays ahead, as an old structure, the weathered wood of the temple is warm and welcoming. Taking off shoes as a mark of respect and also to facilitate clean and noiseless interiors one is welcomed to witness the most beautiful dry-landscape that also challenges one to meditate and contemplate.

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    Subjected to a vast array of tiny pebbles laid our in a rectangular base, the Ryoanji temple has 15 boulders arranged such that one can only see the 15th one from any angle only after immense concentration and therein lies the challenge. If architecture can persuade deep meditation, then the Ryoanji temple is one such temple. The main temple next to the dry landscape is furnished with bare tatami mats and sliding doors, without any of the fixtures and fittings, solely sliding on neatly crafted wood, light in weight and easily moving. Dressed in finely weathered wood, white and dull yellow mats, the Ryoanji is located in lush green gardens with trellised roofs and growing vines. Over time the stillness of the garden could be unnerving but strangely it is not, unnerving or startling, it is very soothing and the stillness is pleasantly calming. The temple is stark and quiet much like the traditional temples but here the landscape takes centre-stage, rightly so as after all, nature is God.

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  • Fushimi-Inari

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    Dotted by torii or the effervescent orange gateways, the Fushimi-Inari is the head shrine of Inari located in Kyoto. Inari, a patron of business, merchants and traders was widely revered by businessmen who donated the torans or gates in patronage. Coloured in black and a bright orange, and framing the way up to the shrine, the gateways make for a heady climb upto the shrine. Foxes were mythologically believed to be messengers to the higher Gods and hence the capitals of all the walkways are crowned by the animal engaged in different activities, sometimes hunting, sometimes eating or sometimes just engaged in a hobby all gaily decorated with the stars.

    Located on a mountain that is also called Inari, the shrine sits at the base of the 233m high mountain that also includes a list of smaller shrines all the way up to the summit. While shrines on a mountain top are not a lost phenomenon, the brilliance of Fushimi-Inari and what makes the experience absolutely unmissable are the torii that give one a merry company on the hike up the mountain. As a form of colour therapy, the blast of orange it fills in with exuberance and enthusiasm by the end of the hike up and down. The clear mountain air, or rather simply the clear air of Japan and the spotless environs, the high trees contribute to the stark experience of the shrine. The hawkers and vendors by the dozens outside the shrine are only proof to the popularity of the shrine.

    Traditionally the Japanese hardly use colours other that the palates of brown and cream, hardly in contrast, but when they do, they do well. For the average orange lover Fushimi-Inari is a treat to the senses, for others its still a gorgeous spatial experience cause afterall who can resist the beauty of rhythm. Like the scales of a musical instrument in action, the torii take a winding path and as one walks through the very many torii that snake through the to the mountain top the sense of scale rising and falling is strangely therapeutic and the sight of orange is largely invigorating.

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  • Miho Museum

    Inspired by a fictitious tale titled, “The Tale of Peach Blossom Spring”, a very popular Chinese folktale, legendary architect I M Pei designed the Miho Museum to the South-east of Kyoto, near the town of Shigaraki in Shika prefecture. In one of the rare cases of architecture seeking inspiration from a literary piece, the museum architect as Pei is popularly referred to crafted the much beloved Louvre and was appointed by the rich-business woman Mihoko Koyama to make real her dream museum. The Shiga mountains, which is the site of the Miho Museum is ecologically very diverse, boasting of a landscape surreal of rural Japan. Pei then envisioned a building that would tie in to the existing surrounds as effortlessly as possible. The excavated site area was then refilled and replaced after the construction of the museum that is 70% topped by the landscape. Through levels and the natural slope of the terrain natural light and ventilation is assured within the spaces.

    The Japanese are renowned for their love of wood, light-weight roofs and lighter palates that are lively and soothing in equal measure. Pei crafts a complicated triangular roof structure using metal framework and wooden slats laid out in clear proportions across the entire roof. The interspersed slats let in ample sunlight dressing up the Italian marble splurged across the floor in a delightful wonder. The colours of beige and a playful brown are stark against the green landscape but the cherry on this taupe cake is the grand entry way to the museum, a large play on the senses and derived from the literary inspiration wherein the subject is drawn into a certain way of thinking before experiencing the space.

    Though the drive itself into Miho museum is equipped with suspension bridges and dotted with cherry blossoms, the drama only just begins from the drop-off to the museum where one is greeted by a radially laid cobblestone expanse a directional pathway flanked by the drooping cherry blossoms, a phenomenon in April. The fluttering cherry blossoms in pretty pinks make for a grand welcome towards a cave cutting through the mountain. Inside the tunnel the copper sheets deflect light while their perforations absorb sound silencing the myriad of chatter before presenting the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel and the Miho Museum at the far end.

    At the museum the exhibits are curated from all over the world, the documentaries and the seating pods are enthralling as are the outside views. The love for art or the love for beauty are touted as the main inspiration for the museum and its endearing to hear the young Ms Koyoma declare the Miho museum as the most beautiful place on the planet.

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    As Pei says, “Design is something you have to put your hand to!”

    P.S the literary inspiration

    “Once upon a time there was a fisherman in Buryo, East China, who was fishing by a stream in the mountains and accidentally found a wonderful orchard full of peach trees in bloom. Impressed by the beauty of this springtime scene, he continued paddling to the end of the grove, where he noticed a ray of light coming from a small cave at the foot of a mountain. He jumped out of his boat and entered the cave that, through a narrow road, led him into a splendid town with a beautiful countryside and hospitable people who welcomed him for several days.”

  • Ando – san

    Tadao Ando is a poet and his renditions in concrete are simply but frozen musical wonders, adhering to the proverb of architecture being frozen music. The pilgrimage to works of Tadao Ando or Ando-san as he is respectfully addressed is an inspiring one. His attention to detail, love for concrete and purity of massing make for spectacular architecture. Though starkly distinct from the surrounds and not reflective of the traditional vernacular Japanese architecture, the buildings crafted by Tadao are  reflective of a deeper philosophy of the people of the island country. Less is indeed more here and each line is deliberately laid and addressed to create an experience in the average building user. An experience that is reminiscent, uplifting and entirely positive. While water is another beloved element in Ando’s architecture, he uses creepers, greenery to add chutzpah and liveliness, making the stark cold concrete come alive with natural elements. Ando’s architecture is best set under the blue sky, punctuated by creamy white exteriors or even the warmth of wood.

     

    The Garden of Fine Arts, Kyoto

    Finished in 1990, the Garden of Fine arts in Kyoto with its tangential axis offers a rather peculiar division of space within the rectangular site. Add to the disorientation a masterful play of levels, the sound of gushing water, Rembrants and Monets on large size panels sometimes on the huge monolithic concrete walls or at other times immersed in water and you have a space that creates a Zen moment, brings one down to the here and now. And the fact that Ando successfully forces one to meditate, to be present in the moment (installing Japanese soulfulness), creating a sense of wonder makes this urban garden of fine arts a rather delightful exposition.

    The Hyogo Prefectural Museum of Art, Kobe

    Characterised by fingers reaching out to the waters of Osaka Bay the Hyogo Prefectural museum of Art in Kobe has an oddly serious air about it. The massing split into three solid volumes are imposing holding fort Japanese art. Ando creates sombre spaces across the interior spaces closing in the interior spaces with large doses of grey. The rather tomb like quality of the interior spaces hardly do justice to the art it houses. However in the outdoor spaces, complemented by grey-blue skies and multilevel circular ramps and stair-way connections between the levels create dramatic inward looking spaces. The building is supplemented by minute attention to detail and the grey concrete in rectangular proportions. The museum also holds Tadao Ando’s works, a permanent exhibition showcasing a replica in scale of the Church of Light. In an ingenious show of scale, with less being more, Ando dissects the simplicity of spirituality in the guise of religion.

    The Water Temple, Awaji

    Marked by an ingenious division of space the Water Temple is by far the favoritest of the Ando creations. The beautiful island of Awaji is marked by it’s clear blue skies, beautiful flowers and a largely happy populace. In such gay times, prayer is also a rather happy endeavour, from wherein stems the graceful of the temple. A short steep climb later the visitor is greeted by a concrete curtain with a walkway cut-through and another guiding the route into the temple. A trait every great architect employs to ensure how their architecture is read. The descent down to the temple is flanked by a lotus pond that rests on the roof of the temple. The lotus flower is symbolic of a lot of great qualities irrespective of its environs. The temple’s prayer hall is rolled in bright orange walls, lending a blast of colour to the otherwise grey interiors. Warm wood, freckled pebbles and a cosy interior is what definitely lends character to the beautiful Water temple in Awaji.

     

    100-stepped Garden of Awaji Yumebutai, Awaji

    Best topped by the bright blue sky, Ando’s 100-stepped garden of Awaji Yumebutai is a treat to the senses. Apart from the administration, cafe and awe-inspiring internal spaces, the 100-stepped garden ascends up over the many turns of spaces across the property. The ascent up to the gardens is flanked by a gushing water-body that flows down in a controlled cycle, controlled my measured and well-proportioned architecture. The stepped fall is detailed with an oyster shell motif base set in concrete. The steps up are enclosed in equally sided square geometry holding flowers of various types from across the world. Once up above the view down is stunning, with a host of flowers looking up at the viewer. The aural experience of water from under the garden is highly sensory.

     

    The Sayamaike Historical Museum, Osaka

    Built to showcase the agricultural technology of Japan, the Sayamaike Historical Museum in Osaka is located by the Sayamaike Pond, an artificial reservoir dating back to the 7th century. The museum is dedicated to the ancient water engineering technology and boasts of relics that allowed the Japanese to tap water successfully and grow the staples on the well-endowed islands. Ando uses his favourite natural element of water in the built form. The experience of approaching the building is speckled by the fall of water and a core central axis. The attention to detail, as always, is immaculate, and the walk through the museum is made lively with naturally lit inner spaces.

     

    Chikatsu-Asuka Historical Museum, Osaka

    Hosting a collection of Kofuns, or tombs of the Japanese emperors, the museum presents the scaled models of mega imperial-tombs that pretty much redefine the space that one takes after death. The building is conceived as a hill and its stone paved roof is envisioned as a an enormous stairway that may be transformed into a stage, a a lecture-hall or simply a viewing deck. In his trademark style Ando employs the tatami-proportioned concrete casts, high volume spaces, wooden punctuations, drawing in light through elaborate skylights, windows in glass. For once water is conspicuous by in absence. Built to tread softly on the environment, the museum records the Age of the Tumuli.

     

    From the horse’s mouth:

    “I believe the way people live can be directed a little by architecture” 

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    “When I draw, the hand and the brain work together” 

     

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  • Suddenly at a noted monumental structure I watched a woman click away incessantly at something that caught her fancy and I thought, all those pictures, first on her phone, then her system, then instagram and then all over social media, all that information, well something I would do too. Quite normally, this incessant desire to share, this information overkill, this desire to be not-forgotten, this relay of personal information all over social networking, this sharing of opinion rather over-sharing of information dulls out the life of the moment. The moments spent on documenting life for future reference kind of shortens the joy of the present or even the sadness of the present, its like constantly taking notes in class instead of simply being in the moment and listening. What a pity!

    True one can always look back on the gazillion journals, the impeccable documentation with pride and understand for the record musings of the past. Drawings for instance, or work for that matter. It would be selfish to not share one could argue. After all information is power, and lending power to others is a noble thought. But psychologists say its not all facebook’s fault, oversharing often happens when we try to control our anxiety! There you go, its all a matter of comforting our nerves. The ease of storage of data makes one hardly filter, purge or weed out and keep only what is absolutely essential, much to our chagrin inspiring the hoarder in us! The art of curating needs to now make a steady comeback.

    Its true, the best moments of my life, the most memorable ones have happened when I didnt snap a picture of it coz you can guess where exactly my mind was then – in the present! Not planning for a documentation of the future. Life isnt meant to be documented and looked at, its meant to be lived in the present, and happily.

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    P.s lessons on the road. Urban scape. Roadspirations.