• Spinning at a height of over 667 feet the space needle was once the tallest building of Seattle and the tallest structure to the west of the Mississippi River. Built in 1962 for the world fair, it stands at 607′ height, withstands winds of about 200 miles per hour and earthquakes of about 9.1 magnitude, all equipped with 25 lightning rods! Super sleek and nimble-footed the Space Needle looks out into the Pacific Ocean and provides sweeping views of the Seattle skyline.

    Arriving at the base of the tower and tucking away our ride at an appropriate parking stall we walked up to admire the structural ingenuity and the engineering feat that the tower represents. Envisioned by architect John Grahams the tower was conceptualised as a flying saucer tethered to the ground. The column profiles of the tower lend to it it’s very enviable hour-glass figure balancing the saucer with high dexterity.

    Getting in line and atop the tower in precisely 41 seconds, the circular viewing deck opens up for a lovely view of the city. All romantics will inevitably remember the Sleepless in Seattle moments, and the tower as the setting does a great job of enlivening romance in the atmosphere. Beauty inspired love, almost always, and beautiful architecture whether in steel, brick, glass or concrete, like all beautiful things inspires love.

    Dodging selfie-sticks and poky elbows, I made my way to the protective rail letting the wind in my hair. The cascade range of snow-covered peaks of Washington state are visible from the viewing deck. Mount Rainier a gorgeous snow covered peak stared out at a distance, on a clear day, like that day, its the farthest that one can see from the tower. There are sunny days even in gloomy Seattle I thought, being lucky enough to check into the city when the sun was clearly in a mood to stay!

    Unlike the Shanghai tower, the Space Needle hosts no bungee jumping expeditions, instead for the adventure junkies the climb to the top is an option as the 848-stair climb to the top is thrown open. Though thoroughly tempted, for once I took the lift! It would be a worthy climb to the top though if one has an inclination to it.

    As families shuttered away capturing the moment and a distant horn of the cruise ship sounded I watched the sun-set far across the horizon. Watching the daily phenomena of sun-rise or sun-set is heart-warming, when a moment pauses and thoughts are set in motion. The sun-set from the Space Needle is a glorious sight indeed as all of the city is orchestrated into a melange of fall colours, a premonition to the ending of day, just another day!

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  • Off downtown Victoria and on the island making great use of the glorious weather and warmer climes thanks to the nearby pacific is the see-it-to-believe-it Butchart Gardens.

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    A rose is a rose is a rose.

    Just as an orchid is an orchid, a dandelion is a dandelion, a daffodil is a daffodil and a carnation, oh well, a carnation. A beautiful garden in full bloom is a paradise for sure, an inspiration to artists across the world, an inspiration to poets across time. From exquisite Mughal gardens to flamboyant Napolean ones, and just when in the Palace of Versailles I assumed it cannot possibly get better came the greatest sight of them all, the quintessentially majestic and surreptitiously doe-eyed, the Butchart Gardens. Setting an absolutely marvelous sight at every turn, the Butchart Garden exceed with the greatest of expectations. Beauty as they say lies in the eyes of the beholder, but Butchart is one that could possibly defy the bindings of even English Literature, its a place you cannot help but fall totally and impossibly in love with.

    Located in the scenic country-side of the Saanich Peninsula we hopped onto a bus and furtively asked the driver to kindly let us know when the bus reaches the Butchart garden. Employing a highly robust tone he declared just as robustly, when we reach Butchart you will simply know. Winding through sleepy towns and the quiet countryside we werent assured of his declaration. However sleepy eyed and induced into complete relaxation by the weather, we didn’t need any heads up on reaching the famed garden! Like he said, we simply knew. A grand red rose with the words neatly emblem-ed brought to our notice at once dainty and magnificient Butchart Gardens.

    The story of the Butchart Gardens is one of wonder and amazement, all great things have an even greater story, and this one is no less. Owned by the Butchart family, the site had its modest beginnings as a cement quarry used to dig out and process Portland cement by its then owner Robert Pim Butchart. For years the family quarried the land, digging out in the process rich limestone, a source of great wealth. After a whole lot of quarrying, exhausted in all the mineral deposits the land soon became quite useless. Useless for some are causes of great vision for others. Robert’s wife, Jennie Butchart, with her love for landscape and all things beautiful took interest in developing the now exhausted quarry into a sunken Japanese Garden first. The vision is marvelous as it stands today, a befitting transformation to a deeply misshapen cement quarry. Quarries are quite the opposite of a garden in terms of the environs or of beauty!

    Developing the garden over ages and passing it on through generations the Butchart garden today boasts of a total of six gardens, a butterfly enclosure, a visitor’s centre, a charming carousel, a coffee shop, restaurants and a store for befitting merchandise. Apart from the earliest sunken garden, there are also the rose garden, the Japanese garden, the Italian Garden, the Mediterranean garden and the concert lawn walk. As we flitted flower to flower I cluelessly gathered the brochure understanding more about these beauties. As it goes the Gardens do not label flowers doing away with tardy signboards and thus they give out brochures for those interested in getting more information. Such is the power of beauty that it forces one to live precisely in the moment, the greatest boon of all in a time where the future or the past drown out the present moment.

    While the line-up of roses make for a compelling stop at the buoyant Italian garden, where extremely good-natured buds show up with their pretty colors and magnificient fragrances, the Japanese garden is stripped down to a bare minimum, marked by an absence of flowers and sculptural trees and scrubs bent gently over time to form artwork in nature. But it is the sunken garden that literally takes your breath away with dainty waterfalls and an orchestrated creation. The garden we were told by a gardener at the Butchart sees 5 seasons of different blooms every year, while he himself travels across to different gardens across the world seeking inspiration and expertise to graft, plant and introduce new species at the Butchart. A butterfly park and a carousel steeped in an old-world charm are other features at the butchart. The gelato store at the Italian garden whips up excellent gelatos, the cherry-chocolate is exceptionally delicious while the restaurant serves a delicious spread to enjoy.

    Offering loads of inspiration to botanists and amateur gardeners alike, seeds of seasonal and perennial species are available for sale amidst all other merchandise that makes a part of any tourist attraction. A garden is paradise believed the Mughals, who enjoyed creating quaint gardens just as much as they enjoyed patronizing architecture and creating a robust empire, the French also believed in the timeless beauty of gardens as did the Butcharts. A thing of beauty is joy forever and flowers are beautiful and hence full of joy. As I looked over a local florist store filled with artificial flowers I couldn’t help but think how a good copy or a good fake can never be even half as awesome as the original! Orchids, Lilies, Ferns and roses none striking an image as their original counterparts, none so glorious or beautiful. Even with the right proportions and colors they certainly do not make the cut. Beauty is never skin-deep! It may also have to do with the living aspect of it, wherein the liveliness, the changing nature of the flower makes it alive and truly beautiful. Change is beautiful, energy is beautiful, liveliness is beautiful, flowers are beautiful. Those qualities are what make a world of difference between the paper flowers sprayed with scents!

    As we buzz through life, taking in the changes, sometimes embracing while sometimes defying, this new year, let’s take the time to stop and smell the roses for they are changing too!

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    Named after the hugely powerful and affable queen of England and off Canada’s Pacific Coast and slighting over seven and a half square miles in area is lodged the Garden City of Victoria also fondly referred to as the City of the Newly weds and Nearly Deads! Thats mostly because the island county floating off the coast of Vancouver has a population that exceeds in the old-moneyed old people and the noveau-rich young bloods. Hugely expensive, even more than Vancouver, and super pretty, this island is blessed abundantly by exquisite flora and a temperature that fosters, believe it or not, nicety. While Canadians are mostly easy-going and extremely pleasant, Victorians from British Columbia are of the highest rung where behavior is concerned. Hat-tipping pleasantries of the past have been taken over by citizens who take genuine and a boastful pride of their glorious city. Attribute it to the time they spend in nature, playing a sport and paying utmost respect to nature in their living styles. Add to that a great taste in living.

    While our very friendly chaperon chatted away how it’s the best place to women to grow up and live, I couldn’t help noticing architectural details around town. Neat and crisply finished all the buildings and town-planning in general are very quaint, stylish and environmentally inclined. B.C in Victoria B.C. stands for bring cash he jokes, instead of the legal British Columbia. The expense because the island, though insanely beautiful ferries across nearly everything for the absence of a road connection from mainland Canada, from Vancouver, about a hundred kilometers across. The distance and the intentional disconnect add to the island’s charm.

    The age-old Empress Hotel and the British Columbia Parliament Building are sights in the inner harbor that also plays host to swanky and top-of-the-line yachts docking in. Every year the harbor attracts top yachting talent during the Swiftsure International Yacht Race. While we looked on Leonardo Di Caprio’s good-looking yacht docked snuggly while the actor shot for the upcoming flick, the Reverant in nearby Alaska. Lined in festivity the Parliament building looked every bit presentable. In the shopping quarters of Victoria I was totally smitten by the Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory a store that boasted of the gourmet chocolate dipped apples apart from maple-flavored fudge brownies. A haven for the not-so-average chocolate enthusiast.

    At the Craigdarroch Castle, the English-roots of British Columbia are keenly felt. The Victorian-era scottish-baronial mansion boasts of massive stained glass, ingenious structural prowess and views to behold. Not ancient by any means, it is a National Historic Site of Canada. A quick stop at the Canadian Tim Horton’s for delicious munchkins and hot coffee for the troop is a must-do too. A modern twist to the classic Canadian frontier! Driving the entourage up a hill one can catch a spectacular view of Victoria in the night with twinkling stars above and twinkling lights of a largely refined civilization below. The wonderful sublimation of nature and the art of fine living make up the cultural defines of Victoria. It’s one of those places that makes a lasting impression and charms with its finesse quite like none other. If not for all the acquisitions and achievements, being nice is after all is the mark of civility and hence of a civilization!

    Laden with the crisp warm winds of the temperate climes, whiffs of maple in the air, with a lot of credit to the affable weather the niceness of Victoria is contagious, when you go be sure to grab your passport and donning the culture, be nice, after all it’s Victoria!

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    Sold in 1867 for a measly sum by the Russian Czar, Alaska today is largest state of the United States of America and boasts of spectacular glaciers, northern lights, flamed flora and delightful fauna. Home to the Tlingits, the Glacier Bay National Park, icy spectacles, scenic glaciers and chilly climes Alaska in all its pristine glory, untouched by man-made fury, is best experienced aboard a sailing deck!

    Sailing north of Seattle, the Norwegian cruiseline, engages the most diverse of souls with marimba dances, comedy nights, yoga lessons, art auctions, gastronomous extravaganza, Chihuly sculptures and lively entertainment at every passing minute. Dine-ins, buffets, pizza places, oriental delights, its all offered on a platter. Luxurious and splendid. But making nothing of all the cultural offerings, even the adrenaline-rush of climbing the rock-wall in the middle of the Pacific Ocean is the beguiling measure of the natural beauty of Alaska itself.

    Tailing along the shoreline, making stops at Juneau, Skagway, Ketchiken and Victoria, the Pearl circles around the beautiful Glacier Bay National park. The sight of glaciers up close, and imagining the ice-age, how big cities like Chicago and New York were once covered in ice, reminds one of how bleak our lives are when put in perspective of evolution of the earth itself, and how hell hath no fury like nature itself. The earliest inhabitants of Alaska, the Tlingits recognised that, much early on, as they lived in collaboration with nature, celebrating not just their human existence but also the powerful symphony of nature. Taking with respect, just how much was needed, and living with full knowledge of how insurmountable the odds were, yet how wilfully one can live just by careful adaptation. The totem poles they make, the Raven they revere and the language they speak are very much different but yet the same as in many different cultures around the world. The value of good, the importance of good and how perceivably the difficulty of being good just is. Its always a fight between the good and the evil, with goodness winning everytime.

    Adding a stroke to the genius of the glacier-setting, having a whale of a good time are the hump-backed whales diving into the cold waters one swish at a time, demarcated by their unique symbols on tails. At Juneau, whale-watching in the wild is a great adventure. As winter approaches, the whales and dolphins migrate south in an annual migration. As the capital of Alaska, Juneau is an administrative centre and a tourist hub in season with roughly half the town migrating just like the whales to warmer shores in the winter! The Mendenhall Glacier is viewed from Juneau, as the first glacier sighted, it sets the bar for the rest to follow. As the ranger unfolds the science behind calving, the crystalline nature of ice, its transforming color, the richness in terms of mineral content and reveals how in a decade the beating retreats glaciers have begun to make, one cant help but wonder on how fragile beauty really is. The air in Juneau as in the rest of Alaska is as pure as it can get, its an oxygen renewal all the way! While global-warming is largely blamed for the rapid melting of glaciers, it’s an inevitable phenomena, even without global-warming. Mankind has evolved due to the glacial cycle over the years and will continue to evolve. Status-quo is a perception, the change is inevitable!

    Next up, after a day of natural wonders, Skagway is a quaint town that bears witness to the Klondike Gold Rush, where again nature is put on a stand-still. The town grew as a centre during the the last decade of the 1800s when men rushed to find gold and western America was reeling under the sudden discovery of gold in the Yukon territory of Canada. The Skagway Railway system then established for purely commercial reasons, now offers an ingenious experience of the Alaskan terrian. The greed for Gold, or rather the need for Gold, has young men, work tediously on setting up a railway to transport labor and goods facilitating the search for the yellow metal. A rainy day ensured several rainbows when the sun showed up and brilliant sights and insights across the Canadian border. A day spent in nature, is a day well spent. Just like laughter. Apart from the train ride, the small-town holds several stories of rags-to-riches and smells delicious with wafts of freshly made caramel popcorn.

    And while Ketchiken is home to the Misty Fjords National Monument, and proudly shows-off its lumberjacks among many other things, the Glacier Bay National Park is the best thing in the region. In the heart of a natural setting, slowing down considerably, the National Park is address to many important glaciers and the most popular and accessible, the Marjorie Glacier. Pulling into the bay takes almost half a day and when finally the ship approaches the Marjorie, its all worth the wait. As shards of ice stick out of the opulent formation, its a realtime freeze of a flowing river. The weight of ice in an admixture of minerals caused the glacier to move forward and calve. The ends of the glacier as they break and fall into the bay cause thunderous sounds reverberating through the valley at deafening levels. Icy blue, or cool blue takes a whole new definition here. Like all the beautiful splendours of nature, a picture does but a little justice to the experience. Words may however capture the essence. As shards of ice float away from the glacier, they melt slowly over time to reveal a Monet painting in the waters of the Pacific. From turquoise to dark green, to blue to white, its all a medley of blue reflecting on a rather thick and grey sky above and darker landmasses ahead. The blues, are inspiring for once with sparks of white, sadness is but a stepping stone for happiness, a treasure-house of inspiration and inexplicably a reason for joy. What an imposter! (Watching Inside Out on the flight up, only just sealed the thought!) From our darkest memories come the brightest of moments. Pulling out of the Glacier Bay, standing aboard the deck, taking in the clean air, came the cherry on the cake, as a school of dolphins happily dived along, beating their winter retreat! Oh what a tremendously happy sight they make, grinning along fin to fin as they keep swimming.

    While we carry on our busy lives, active living, which by itself is a great endeavour, a slice of pure, pristine nature mirrors untenable clarity into being. Nature provides a glorious spectacle and its not more apparent that when glacier hopping in downtown Alaska!

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    Streaks of gold
    say oh lo behold

    to flamed forests
    inspiring sonnets

    as they burst upon
    landscapes of adorn

    the colours they don
    are a melange of tone

    red brown and an orange
    tamed by yellow foliage

    a nature production show
    setting the forest aglow

    setting stage around
    rustling leaves surround

    whispering joys aloud
    leaves fill the ground

    they speak of wonder
    common knowledge yonder

    the purpose of life
    they say is no strife

    where merriment overrides
    all the worries are dried

    in the crinkles of life
    are stories that knife

    for all the tragedy
    is a shroud for beauty

    like the oysters pearl
    is made over many a curl

    comedy is but only
    an irony of if only

    for happy is the soul
    welcoming change in all

    the turn of seasons
    melting all reason

    in the game of life
    simply turn up and jive

    to the tunes inside
    and the noise outside

    find your rhythm
    in fall or a rise

    for nothing is sublime
    as a pretty rhyme

    or maybe a picture
    with strokes a mixture

    all telling the same
    and never quite lame

    hearing and feeling
    listening and believing

    ‘fall’ing in love
    all hand in glove

    following the tide
    taking in the ride

    chilling and willing
    all the same thrilling

    the settling of sights
    fishing out the rights

    a vision that might
    in a season of fright

    bellow one last wonder
    before the leaves surrender

    Sparking poetic wonder
    is glorious fall splendour!

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  • imageAmerica is synonymous for MacDonalds, Levis, Starbucks, Coke, Chips, Costco, Walmart, Corn and the hugely popular westernized lifestyle. The so to speak western influence seems to have crept into the every niche of the world, including even the impenetrable Great wall of China. Ironically, it’s quite interesting to note what happens in the west of the great west.

    Popularly termed as the west-coast mentality, one that mostly has people belonging to the west coast of the United States living a greatly un-westernised lifestyle. Characterized by befitting antonyms of the westernized lifestyle, this mentality has the populace largely being active, outdoorsy, and nature-loving thereby considerably shunning the “american paradigm”, preferring instead to shop at organic farmers markets,  grow and cook their own food, buy handcrafted goods, indulge in yoga and breezily ride the famous californian waves. Even more, living environmental-consciously is an added bonus.

    So while the new-age western Americans model the best of the world in the ever-growing west-coast, living mindfully and consciously, intelligently as well as casually, decked in yoga-pants and fleece, it’s a good time for us all to literally ape the west, if not the west-coast.

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  • The country that measures its happiness as a figure of the Gross National Happiness had me intrigued for over a decade now. And when we decided to drive up from dreamy Shillong over several national highways and nearly 200 kilometres, my Gross Personal Happiness did certainly triple if only just a little!

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    After a drive through Meghalaya, Assam, crossing the one-kilometre long River of Sorrow-the mighty Brahmaputra, some wrong turns and finally right ones we made our way to the Bhutanese border town of Samdrup-Jhonkar.

    Greeted by a fellow Grad Schooler we breezed through immigration making it in, just in the nick of time leaving 5 minutes before the office closed for the day. A hungry pile up of traditional Bhutanese food comprising of a spicy vegetable curry with bits of cheese and a mountain of rice later we then drove up the bumpy roads up to the biggest town of Eastern Bhutan – Tashigang. With pretty pictures of His Majesty the King of Bhutan and his Queen hand-in-hand under romantic cherry-blossoms dotting every little shop or government office, one is regularly reminded of being in a kingdom country. Our hotel too had glorified imagery to the young and dashing King with his beautiful Queen. Unlike Thimpu, Tashigang is quite and ubiquitously as Bhutanese as ever, with globalisation hardly catching up.

    Walking up to a next door hospital, a nearby police-station, a post-office and then a few shops the similarity of the building facades struck a chord as did the similar signboards of Pali script supplemented by English text requesting that the people dress in the national dress. Everyone seemed to wear the national garb of theh Gho for men and the Kira for women with equal elan and immense pride, if not for the fear of being scolded by the police! Our merry and chatty taxi driver was more than happy to dole out information on the predicaments of flouting laws in the Himalayan Kingdom. The prisoners are expected to spend time in meditation and play volleyball as penance in jails are are hardly flogged as punishment! Hours in meditation are the only seeming form of punishment, making the jails seem more like retreat centres.

    While the Government of India funds a majority of projects in Bhutan, from restoration of monasteries to the building of roads and hospitals, the Indian Army is deported to supplement forces for the people of Bhutan. The Dongkang Monastery that we visited was in the middle of a certain such project due completion in 2018. A young monk all of 10 years walked us through the monastery filling us in on information regarding his father, a farmer, his favourite subject in school, Social Studies, and a life as a monk, that comprised of reading prayers and meditation. Meditation it seems is a national past-time! The architecture of the monastery with Bhutanese elements emerging from a white plastered background, windows and doors, teak-wood staircases are charming, but when lodged amidst the rugged hills, equally humbling. A trip to the Buddhist Institute in Tashigang got us join a prayer session as the monks chanted in baritone Buddhist scriptures all with the ringing of bells and the sounding of drums. Highly refreshed we headed down for a modest lunch of daal-rice and some Bhutanese flavoured curry. Drinkable water from the taps and extremely clean environs play their part in making the happy country. As Kuensel, the national newspaper provides snippets of news across the country, it even chronicles a yoga pose for the day!

    Breaking dawn in the foot-hills of the Himalayas as well as the gorgeous views of a lonely cloud over the air-strip of Tashigang, the dewy misty ride down-hill instil a sense of wonder in even the wariest of the traveler. With Maggi banned across Bhutan too, the roadside tea-houses are filled with other instant noodles that the keepers more than happily dole out with its share of vegetables and cheese! The pretty building facades, the national dress are all part of the national mandate as is the measure of happiness that the young Bhutanese King takes extremely seriously. With humbling mountaneous views, gorgeous architecture and happy people, happiness does rub off as does cheer and as we waited for the clearing of landslides on our way down it was just natural that I began to understand that happiness is not a pursuit or an achievement, its simply a way of being!

    A haiku for the land of inner peace and radiant happiness!!

    Rugged mountains, sliver of clouds

    stealing visions that make off with the heart

    leaving but only a happy heart!

  • Perched in the Khasi hills, Shillong is every bit of a jewel of a hill-station, with dreamy locales and floating clouds, the Scotland of the east, one of the Seven Sisters and only just a couple hundred kilometres from the wettest place on earth! It is literally where the clouds finally give way to intense rain. And delightful as it could ever be Shillong is a merry confluence of erstwhile British influence with rose gardens, tea parties and an ever local presence of the vernacular Khasi traditions.

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    My first impressions of a trip across Meghalaya about 9 years ago was the passage of a lone cloud(!) through the windows of our car on the drive up from Guwahati to Shillong. Absolutely exhilarating, it is something that has stayed with me ever since. Nine years later Meghalaya remains much the same. The gorgeous living roots bridges, sparkling waterfalls, pitcher-plants, India’s cleanest village in Mawlynong, an expansive golf course, the pretty Ward’s lake, music-loving, piano-playing people, narrow-winding lanes and an indelible colonial influence.

    On a beautiful wedding trip we began the festivities truly Khasi-style by partying it up in the clouds! True-blue chilling as I may rightly say, happens within the precincts of the clouds. A moonlit night and the gurgling creek punctuated by Izzy Azelea is rightly where the heavens descend. Partying in the jungle, by a watering hole, a flowing creek, on a moonlight sky and surrounded by clouds, lets just say it had all the inklings of a wild party! And then after a day of chilling with our lovely bride and groom at the Umiam lake we braved the trip to Nongriat Village with a hike up 3300 steps to the double-decker living roots bridge where roots entwined to form a two-level bridge across a gorgeous water-fall.  The serious hike up and down is made totally worth the effort by the gorgeous views along the way, mostly flora and a bit of faunas in terms of butterflies and then a short trip to the Seven Sisters waterfall at Cherrapunji. Fortunately for us, we were treated to a relative dry though misty day. Even the wettest place on earth has it’s bouts of glorious sunny days!

    Stringing carnations and roses at the bride’s house kicked off the start of the wedding festivities. The reds, pinks and whites a pleasant change from the usual marigolds of Indian Weddings! With a piano in the house, the notes of Fur Elise made a beeline into the crisp monsoon air as did the ‘here comes the bride’ tune at the church the very next day. A church wedding is synonymous with a beautiful wedding, almost always, with pretty bridesmaids, a beautiful bride and a bouquet of flowers, with a befitting ending!

    With a dear friend happily married off, it was safe enough with the adventurous bunch of us to make our way into the country with a measured gross national happiness.

  • At the annual IIID Design awards the jury summarised how truly inseparable originality and creativity actually are. Brief yet succinent the comments read, “Originality implies being bold enough to go beyond accepted norms. Creativity involves breaking out of established patterns in order to look at things in a different way!”.

    While am happy to share the news on winning amongst other talented architects and designers, am deeply encouraged to create beautiful and sustainable spaces. 

    There is great power in smart, efficient, creative and moreover good design!

      
    #iiidawardsnight #gooddesign #celebrate 

  • Architecture is a visual media and when it embraces other forms of visual art like painting, sculpture it essentially comes alive! Legendary Indian architect Charles Correa does just that with his notable projects across the country. Whether its sculpture at the Gandhi Ashram or sciography as art at the Hotel Cidade de Goa his buildings are beautifully thought out and finished with remarkable simplicity.

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    My favorite of them all is the British Council at KG Marg in New Delhi. Being close to my college, the School of Planning & Architecture apart from housing a delectable library ensured us geeks, spending a lot of our hours in its realms. From attending concerts it its own mughal garden, to listening to eminent architects debate on the quality of our cities, or better still to lie deeply buried into a Dickens world, the British Library played canvas effortlessly. In this building too like all his others, Correa included elements of graphic art in the elevation, sculpture in the indoor spaces and landscape in the outdoors weaving in an indoor looking building amidst the bustling Connaught Place in Delhi. An oasis of a building.

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    There are a multitude of factors that are impressive in a Correa building, but the one that I hold tremendously dear is the confluence of all forms of visual media. Even in the British Council he expresses the inspirations of the Mughal Courtyard, the Michelangelo proportions and the very hindu symbol of infinity. Correa an avid film-maker never missed drawing up a pathway on how his building would be experienced. He has stressed on the similar roles of an architect and a film-maker. Both directing and driving the experience.

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    As he passed away this June, he will be remembered through his works that are both classic and timeless!

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    With Lakshmi Nambiar at the Srishti Art Gallery, Hyderabad. picture courtesy: Gunapati Ram Mohan Reddy

    Defining architects as the custodians of the built environment renowned artist Laxma Goud bellowed praise on the power and responsibility of the fraternity. While a painter, sculptor or and artist in general is never questioned upon his creation, with the end product being one focal vision, designers are usually inundated by the wants of a client. While art is commissioned design is usually dictated. In rare cases when a designer is elevated to the rank of the artist taking complete responsibility for the end product – that’s when masterpieces are created he reiterates. One that comes devoid of harmless suggestions or flippant inputs of naive bystanders, supplanted instead by determined designers taking total charge. The key word here being – responsibility, that could be only fueled by trust in a designers competency. Like Les Brown famously remarked, it is only when total responsibility is taken, the best performances are delivered in work and life.

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    Speaking with passion – Artist Laxma Goud

    As a parallel concept it is why more and more architects are vastly embracing the design+build trend wholeheartedly taking absolute responsibility for the end deliverable. One can only then be assured of a well-crafted piece of architecture or design conceived upon a well-thought out and deliberate vision.  The purity of thought, of action, that is bold and unafriad is what creates art, if not for contagious passion, an idea not be-speckled or untarnished by the alternate.

    Most of our cities are vastly lacking in a well-crafted spaces, too timid to be entrusted completely into the hands of a designer who should ideally be an artist, sculpting rather than designing, our spaces, the skylines of our cities, taking complete charge. He may be well, absolutely right.

  • Keeping faith at twenty-eight!

    There are dreams abound

    where hopes surround

    Fervent wishes are made

    for grand plans laid

    In a jiffy of sorts

    the world comes tumbling down

    Hardly any pieces remain

    of the demon that’s slain

    For all the tearful years 

    bright rainbows cure fears

    With no aim no ambition

    but for a steady premonition

    The tomes of years appear

    like a mountain arreared

    How does one trudge on

    in shores of dust and grime

    For a diamond is but a diamond

    no consequence of its predicament

    Ever trapped in a safety net

    the butterfly flutters albeit

    Slow to move in yonder

    winning strokes no blunder

    The wings come dashing out

    on desires of cerebral clout

    A thing or two of destiny

    it’s a rather fine epiphany

    A shore a new beginning

    the cross-roads clearly ending

    There never is a better time

    to make up a new rhyme

    The clocks chime in unison

    as time blends a revelation

    Good times round the corner

    a touch of spring after November

    Pretty flowers bloom together

    a sign from every splendor

    A lesson in patience

    never comes in haste

    Keeping faith for all that’s late 

    wonders wait at twenty-eight!