• Surprise visits to new shores are always a welcome respite.

    Last week I had the opportunity to do a short and sweet trip to Indonesia’s capital city Jakarta. In the 30 hours I had, I managed to cover quite a bit of the city. The old Dutch Port, the bustling CBD, the Indonesia theme park, the National monument and the anticipated trip the the country’s grandest mall.

    With a camera and a sketchbook in tow I started the day from the Hyatt hotel. The hotel tower is located bang in the Central Business District and overlooks a very grand city junction. The roads are massive and well laid out, I was so surprised then to have heard of the terrible traffic snarls. Skipping across my first stop was the TransJakarta bus station. Every big city has adopted the very much accepted Metro Rail system as a means of major public transportation apart from the bus. However Jakarta decided to adopt the Bus Rapid Transport system, that uses a lane specific for the Rapid transport. Its way cheaper to construct and going by what is needed to run the system highly sustainable. Curitiba is another such city. The stations of the BRT system are tiny! And on the middle of the road. The interval of buses is quite less and overall the experience is quite good. Just that in the old town some buffoons use the Rapid Transit bus lanes striking of a chaos!

    My first stop was the National Memorial. It is the greenest and most organized part of the city I must say and boasted of its Capital stature. Many old Dutch buildings are converted to government houses or museums. The Obelisk of the National monument is gilded in parts and the sprawling lawns and gardens offer a respite from the heat.

    Again getting back onto the BRT I headed to Kota or the old Dutch Batavia town. This was chaos reinstated! But under all the dirt, bollywood music (!) and the traffic, several old buildings stand tall and boast of an imminent past. At the National Museum Plaza I could almost imagine what the life would have been like. Crossing the Batavia town was the hardest part of the trip, fuming traffic and jams everywhere! But on the other side is the still functioning Dutch port. Old ships that sail even today dot the harbour of the Java Sea. As the ships are being loaded through wooden platforms, tourists can still get gung-ho upon the deck. The ships are just like how we would draw them, or see them in lets say the Pirates of the Carribbean. The bearings are still so ancient.

    Instead of walking back I took the tuk-tuk and faced the much dreaded traffic snarl. And yes I lost a considerable time there. Tch tch.

    Next on the itinerary was the trip to the mini-Indonesia theme park. Arranged by the hotel, the trip bundled up a group of tourists with a guide to head to the Mini-Indonesia theme park. My fellow travelers were a group of cabin-crew from Egypt, Macedonia and India! The museum at the park in Balinese style is absolutely stunning. Indonesia’s rich art and cultural heritage are showcased with much splendor. Spanning across three time zones, the range of diversity from the Sumatran islands in the Indian Ocean to Papua Guinea islands in the Pacific Ocean is remarkable. The theme park showcases architecture, to scale and the Sumatran and Javan Islands are absolutely mystifying. A man from the Papua Guinea islands sits much like the aborigines from Australia. The cable car gives an overview of the theme park.

    Returning to the hotel, I stepped into the grand mall for a late lunch. Obviously as a vegetarian my options were slim on the local fare. Nevertheless unperturbed I asked for a vegetarian Mee Roreng (or fried noodle with Kavlan leaf, egg). For one, I didnt see the chilli coming. At Indonesia I should have expected it. After half my meal, I had to run to the nearest ice-cream store!!

    Walking along the mall, in the globalized part of Jakarta, the coordinates didnt seem to matter. It could have been any mall, in Singapore, New Delhi or London. Even though globalization looks to grip the city, the Indonesians have thus far been able to keep distance. The airport too negotiates its way and draws a fine balance between the local and the global. The charm of the people and the city is overwhelming. The guide at the museum pointed out to the Petroleum Center and said that, ‘children are being taught to operate oil rigs so that they can be employed by big corporations who will draw out oil from the Indonesian isles’. So much for ambition.

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  • Some happenings in life are inevitable. And if you are foreign in your country of residence then a brush with racism is something you are due for. It starts with the color of your skin, given through deep-set eyes that have darkened with age, from creases in the forehead that speak of wisdom gone wrong.

    Whatever is the government’s stand the racial undercurrents seem to run strong. Sparking in smirks or between twisted lines it’s all so there.

    So how does it feel to be on the receiving end? Coming from a country that only offers warmth towards a foreigner it was first quite hard for me to digest. Moreover it came from unexpected quarters. From someone whom I grew to trust and develop respect for.

    Needless to say it ruins everything. The mental make-up undergoes a change. Renewed thinking is in the offing. I mulled over it for over two weeks now. Just recently I snapped out of it. But seriously how this one woman had a major impact on my thinking is quite marvelous.

    Then, I was so shocked with the conversation that words didn’t come easily. But now they do, in fact they will continue to come. If for one thing it’s reinforced a sense of pride for my roots. It’s but for essential! Just like a rotten tomato the whole experience was all in bad taste. Highly nasty and uncalled for. But hey am Indian, and forgiveness is a large part of our culture.

    As I bury the hatchet am reminded of Robert Frosts line from Mending Wall,

    Before I built a wall I’d ask to know
    What I was walling in or walling out,
    And to whom I was like to give offence.

    Considering the Prime Ministers words the last people one should thwart are those that come in and contribute to the GDP of a nation.

  • A bridge is quite a noble endeavor of all architectural works, it is extremely functional in context and is almost mystifying. From the  Golden Gate bridge in San Francisco to the Bandra-Worli sea link in Mumbai they cover a spectrum of types and uses. Closer home more humble in construct is the Sentosa Boardwalk that connects a very naturalistic free flowing mall of Vivo City to the fun island of Sentosa in Singapore. Though humble the boardwalk is so much more than a bridge and offers absolutely stunning views of the Singapore shores. At the same time spanning across different levels, with well-thought of landscaping the bridge is a very engrossing and interactive.With music, maps and information about Singapore’s flora, fauna and the glorious waters.

    Personally I loved the walk and gave the elaborate travelators a miss!

    And right across the cruise ship ready to take off was such a pretty sight with the backdrop of the setting sun behind the lush-green Fort Siloso.

    Sometimes architecture is made by just a punctuation between the built and the un-built.

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  • An article that I wrote for the Singapore Architect Magazine published this month =)

    Happy Reading!

    Veda’s article SA268

     

  • The times are fine
    In an age sublime
    Like the line
    Things get finer in time

    Ain’t I so glad
    To let maturity play
    Feeling a tad
    Or more of grey

    Black or white
    Is not always life
    Many shades of light
    Make up for the strife

    Lots to do but
    Times a spare
    It’s important
    For a lively gear

    Seeing the good
    And ignoring the bad
    Takes one afar and
    Manages no lard

    Learnings in the air
    So keen and layered
    much is felt
    as the heart melts

    It’s tangerine days
    That suffice a craze
    Of things to do
    Setting moments ablaze

    The futures to say
    what memories are made
    in a childs play
    are the best plans laid

    Getting older a day
    Wiser molds of clay
    In high spirits fair
    There’s poetry everywhere

    The silvery hues
    Offer brilliant tunes
    It’s a bunch of chives
    At the ring of twenty fives


  • Creative geniuses are seldom lauded as much as their creations. Charles Dickens is more popular than Mark Twain, Mona Lisa than Vinci and more so the Peacock throne, the Charminar, the list is quite endless. But then thats what art yearns to do. To live beyond its creators and then to direct its own flight. And that’s probably what makes it divine.

    As artists live in oblivion, some are lucky to be lauded soon after they’re gone. Van Gogh wouldnt have even imagined that his ‘SUnflowers’ would go on and be the highest grosser. But then would he have cared? The high of creating something is the reward. Period.

    So then whats the point of my ramble? Well nothing at all, its just hoping that one gives a lil regard to a thing created, not copied, not manipulated, but created. The original thinker may be ahead or behind one’s time, but the point lies in the originality. A poor original versus a good copy you say? Well then that’s not art, its craft.

    The artist only wishes that he gets to see his work, appreciated a lot, criticized a little, never ignored and never praised beyond mention, moreover to see it free. To see it saved. That’s what its about, immortality. To see that the piece of sculpture/art/architecture becomes a memory, creates a thought, inspires an idea and sparks communication.

    Shiraz hasn’t become a house-hold name, the Taj has. It has done its master proud.

    Well, about the Taj Mahal, if you said Shah Jahan youre certainly wrong.

  • The Mentalist

    The Escapist

    The Gentleman

    The Anti-Conjurer

    The Trickster

    and The Grand Illusionist

    Oh, what a team they make. From cutting out their head, to making a station-wagon disappear, from levitating bodies to multiplying birds and balls, from chewing ion razors to surviving Houdini’s predicament. They do it all. And with them is a lovely band playing to the que.

    The Marina Bay Sands theatre impresses, one time more. The last time the Wicked was completely delightful, and left a very high benchmark.

    From watching magic shows as a kid in birthday parties, Ive always wondered how they do it. Always tried to catch the trick like they say. Watching, “Secrets of the Greatest Magicians” on Star World only just honed my skills. While watching the Illusionists show I kept waiting for moments that would break the puzzle. But the illusionists are so darn good that the secret completely escapes my eye. Its a good thing though, cause then you believe in wonder, and are left amazed, in the true sense of the word.

    The mentalist claims to be a mind reader. Now how true that is questionable, but as long as his act is on its entertaining. The audience is engaged as one after the other he invites real people into the tricks. Tifan is not a common name I agree, for him to know.

    The escapist, brought me to have pity. But attempting Houdini’s challenge was brave I should say. Two and a half minutes under water, hanging upside down with the wrista and ankles tied, and trying to break free. Well thats a whole lot of things getting done those very minutes.

    The gentleman, yeah. Thats when I decided to take my forty winks. Birds and all, very nice. Presley’s music, very nice. But he really reminded me of a magician at a childhood birthday party. Like Yawn! really. The pretty birds kept fluttering. But those didnt leave a mark.

    The Anti-conjurer, yeah the goth guy. Eating razors, a total of 8, slicing his throat all to some eerily cutesie music. The Marilyn Manson part was good. Quite dramatic.

    The Trickster, yeah he’s the one. The joker in the series. But full marks to his tricks. The best is when he gets a man onto the stage and starts the drama. Tricking the poor guy off his belongings and doing it without his knowledge, ofcourse. His last act was so ridiculously funny. Tears of joy.

    The Grand-illusionist. Its all for the drama. This guy made me want to believe my eyes, want to believe in magic. Sheer awesomeness. What with the girl levitating and all. His acts were undoubtedly the finest. And nothing gave away. Absolutely nothing.

    Again, had my way, there would be gazillion pictures of the show. But then my phone was in great danger of being confiscated! So just a few =)

    P.S. for those who are yet to see it, believe me I haven’t spoilt a thing!

  • Love or intense liking is “philia” while fear, the opposite of love is “phobia”. And from the construction of the word, Biophilia is love for nature.

    Apparently we only save what we love. Human Psychology.

    This discovery has caused the green crusade to take a rebirth. What with the ever dwindling resources of the planet. And this time nature needs all the saving that it can get.

    In cities, in our urban cocoons we assume that nature is the forest, the lush jungles, something that we would love to travel to, we would love to camp in, a distant thought. It is estimated that when asked to think of  a perfect setting, about 80% people imagine a sunset on a beach, dewy temperate forests or starry nights. All of these are attributed to perfectly natural settings. While all of it is good, in fact great, its time to reconsider exhibiting our  love for nature on a more regular basis, on a more neighborhood level. Tim Beatley, suggests that cities be planned to incorporate bio-scapes, natural sound-scapes and talks of a community that can name fauna rather than logos of companies.  As architecture and the world nose-dive into eco-technology, whether bio-fuels or green-roofs, jute fabric or recycled paper a macro-framework is beginning to be established. But like they say, love cannot be forced upon. The micro-framework then becomes extremely important. The access to parks, neighborhood gardens, understanding the local species, gardening on a micro-level as an everyday event makes a huge contribution in saving the near extinct flora and fauna. With interest often comes the economics. Helsinki, London, New York, Singapore, Oslo are just half of the number of cities that are turning biophilic.

    The Swiss know it best when it comes to the love of nature. The pristine countryside tells a volume about their quality of life. Lets get a leaf off their book. Lets vow to spend more time in the bliss of the green, outdoors, and look out for the stars in the sky.  While we are at it lets try naming at least a couple of trees, birds and butterflies. This Valentine’s day, lets give our fragile planet little tender, loving care!

  • Yeah, yeah. So apart from world views, travels and fun stuff, this new year one of my resolutions is to find focus in architecture. Well some focus atleast. So a new series follows suit, its aptly called Escapades! Cause like art, literature and traveling it fuels the tendency of escapism.

    Unfortunately am not going to be sharing any of the pictures I shot on the trip, that am allowed to do only in June, once it opens. Oh well, I would like to honor the COO’s word. 🙂

    Right so, the Gardens by the Bay.

    When Singapore began planning its new downtown, south of Marina Bay, the policy-makers decided on more ecological planning. Therefore the 100 hectare reclaimed land doesnt follow the motto “garden city” but resolves to “city in the garden”. Whatever the idea, the execution is darn wonderful. This elaborate garden sits in what now looks like a battlefield (read construction site) with innumerable cranes. The gardens are still under construction and comprise of 2 glass-domed conservatories apart from the lush landscaping that are suited to its location. The glass-domed conservatories house Mediterranean gardens and Rainforest gardens. Both spell-binding. The glass-domed conservatories have a grid locking 3000 pieces of glass that are 4 sqm each, done using strategic parametric modelling.

    It would be unreal for me to remember the names of all the plants in there. But the 400-yr old Olive trees, the Baobabs with their lofty trunks, the palms from Peru, the Cacti, the aloeveras truly left an impression. The conservatory houses restaurants and banquet spaces that are pleasantly and intelligently tucked behind or between the fauna. The parametrically designed glass dome opens up in places and is also shaded. The Mediterranean dome is maintained at the Mediterranean clime which is such a blessing. The cool, dry atmosphere makes one enjoy the flowers more! The cloud garden as is the rainforest garden called has a 30 m waterfall and a misty clime. Oh so wonderful too. Both of these run on Biomass energy and are carbon neutral in their running. I suspect their ecological footprint is not so marvelous though. One look at the service areas, I was reminded of the Airport service area. Tons of pipes, chilled water, fire hydrants, you name it and its in there. Did not look as ecological down under!

    Anyway cynicism takes one nowhere. The bright-side is that the entire conservatory is cooled in what can be described by a smart fashion. As thermal chimneys suck up hot air along the roof, chilled water pipes run through the floor keeping surface temperatures low. Besides the air inside the conservatory is stratified and cooled only in areas that need to be cooled. With an all glass roof and absolutely no columns the light quality is superb. The plants need the extra sunlight! And then the conservatories are located at the waterfront. Which guarantees more sunlight reach, at least better than a neighborhood of the tall, taller and tallest buildings. Located next to the reservoir/river water is directed into the garden precinct to make the dragon lake, it looks pretty majestic on the master plan. The gardens outside the two conservatories are spectacular too, they are designed as a large public park with local and regional flavors.

    The COO specifically mentioned that the idea was to have a sustainable cycle in the process, or the way of thinking. Carbon-neutrality of the domes are probably their biggest asset. As I put aside the sustainability manifesto I couldn’t help but marvel at the engineering feat accomplished. Singapore’s done it again. Another tourist attraction for sure.

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    P.S. I put in some pics that are authorized for sharing, just to prevent stifled yawns =)

     

  • When the Bus stops on the famed Singapore public transport system.


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    A sudden trip to the Botanical Gardens gave that much needed tryst with nature. The variety of species and the brilliant landscape design ensures that one leaves Singapore far far behind. The blissful solitude like they say was intermittently broken by kids running around or Tai Chi gurus leading a group expertly. The positive vibes in abundance!

    In the garden is a very special enclosure that exhibits the nation’s favorite genre of flowers, the Orchids! The species are seen all over this lush humid island. Some peeking off a lonely balcony while other growing in esteemed gardens or even more being curated here. In all shapes and sizes, in all colors and textures.

    Here was also the very pretty Vanda Miss Joaquim, the national flower of Singapore. The stiff upper-lippers call it the Agnes Joaquim.

    Inspired, I took to the brush and did a lil something of my own.

  • Designed by Gensler Architects, the terminal 2 of the San Francisco International Airport is charming. Its dazzling, sustainable and so pretty.

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    The soft lines and the extensive natural light impress.