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    Painting is an extension of an emotion, an emotion spread out and about the spread of a canvas, a wall or well sometimes a whole ceiling. And if its a composition of nature then well really what better.

    Eminent artist SuryaPrakash paints just that in his latest series aptly tilted Verdant Vistas. His vivid imagination of nature from his travels all over the world are captured in an abstract yet compelling manner on pieces of varied sizes and textures. While at short-sight the collection exhibits intense application of talent developed over 40 years, at far they appear to have a very surreal depth. As if the winds are blowing faintly over the tree crowns, of if a sudden disturbance would create a ripple on the serene placid reflections. Sometimes its a blast of color impending from the backdrop while sometimes its a reflection of the pretty cherry-blossoms on an ever dissapearing act. With the stage set, the acts of divine creation of nature are captured surreptiously on a 6’x6′, a 2’x2′ or a 3’x1, and many different permutations and combinations.

    As with great art, it could only be truly appreciated in its true flesh and blood as against the virtual imagery. It certainly was a lovely experience for me and the husband, whoΒ found a fascination in the depths of theΒ works.Β However here are some, but do find an opportunity to head down to the Arts House this weekend, to get a slice of natural imagery!

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    A Warning: My pictures here only give an idea and hardly do justice πŸ˜‰

  • Creative people are vivid thinkers. Most likely because they simply have to be. And when the pressure of performance sets it, it’s quite a challenge.

    Here’s an interesting take by Elizabeth Gilbert, the author of ‘Eat, Pray, Love’.

    The author suggests that creative insight is best when attributed to a layer in one’s persona. A layer thats a part of the whole but a layer that is not essentially the whole and soul of the matter.

    Quite literally it refers to the act of ‘putting on your thinking caps’ to think differently, to think creatively.

    A designer I know wears a golf cap at work. Although not world renowned (yet) he has very cleverly learnt to use the cap to his advantage. Needn’t I say he is quite brilliant.

    But unlike a cap it could be anything. Some wear a scarf, others believe in a desk, some in direction. Well atleast tou know what to blame if meeting a block. Ahem!

    Elizabeth Gilbert’s take

  • The second biggest continent and the home to a plethora of the land-based flora and fauna, Africa is sure a tough nut to crack. We started the game hunt (figuratively ofcourse!) in Kenya, at precisely the Masai Mara. Tales from this knowingly lost continent are ever so mesmerizing as they are heart-wrenching. Nature at its purest form, one place where man’s domination is considerably lesser felt and the bearing of whatever would be the antithesis of Europe. A discovery that could put civilisation to shame. Or then maybe not! Well then, further on!

    Crossing the Indian Ocean from the east right along the equator brings one from Singapore right above a safari wonderland called Kenya. Nairobi, its capital city is probably the best place to start off with. Elevated at about roughly 1800 m over the sea level it is cool, pleasant and very unassuming. In July its winter, and on the streets are people well-dressed in suits and stockings marching their way to work. Ever so stylish! And a surprise. Well its not Paris, but there’s something about the dressing. Funny how that was the first thing that caught my attention. And then the hoardings. In India fairness is quite a virtue, so “Fair and Lovely” are slogans that dot the advertisements. But here was a “Dark and Lovely”. Ofcourse I must mention that it referred to hair. Well then just as I rolled down the window to capture a snapture, I heard the first of the species, birds. The lovely gulls flocking over trees, billboards, kiosks, migrating to cooler climes and creating a scene. Right in the middle of the city.

    And then there were more, with hardly ornithological interests I can hardly claim to name the creatures but sure it was welcoming!

    Our first stop was then Lake Naivasha, known for hosting the very pretty and lets say dainty Flamingoes. Frocked in pink and white the tumultous birds flock the lake at different seasons to form a sheet cover on the still waters. As they feed on the fresh-water fish the draftof flamingoes struck a lovely pose and while one flew on for the shutterbugs the other largely followed. Herd-mentality. Thats where it really comes from. Across the blue sky and feet over the silvery waters they framed the lake. The boat-ride bumps one into a family of hippos. Lazy creatures during the day they spend afternoons, grunting and swooshing water, along with the wide-toothed yawning! Well then the world does seem to be at peace on the pretty Lake of Naivasha. The drive had us stop at zebra crossings, oh well I meant as zebras crossed, or as giraffes set an idle stare at the moving cruzers.

    Well a moving Day 1.

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  • The butterfly parks and gardens are ever so delightful. The Lil colorful creatures offer a visual panorama ever so lovely.

    And housing them within the airport complex makes the transit ever so delightful. Don’t miss if you are ever flying -by Changi.

    A few snapshots from the mini-butterfly park in the Changi Airport.

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  • The last few weeks have really been a blur. What with the graduation, the moving house(!) and a trip to the wild. Whilst life happened the blog scene got a tad duller!

    Right so as we get on with the routines heres to some pieces of action.

    In a bid of change am going to introduce more graphic elements/pictures/art that will hopefully compliment the writing. And also to introduce a new address on the virtual world.

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    Cheers!

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    πŸ™‚ @ Masai Mara

  • One of my earlier posts, on food, is surprisingly the most accessed according to the stats. Interesting! Umm so now I’d like to share the only diet I truly believe in – the snob diet!

    Well all you gotta do is make sure you eat real good food. Stuff that makes you drool. Everything works! Cheese, butter, chocolates or whatever it is you love. Yeah ofcourse processed food is out of the picture. Coz seriously synthetic stuff frankly doesn’t taste yumm! But yeah the hard part is that if you don’t get access to such fanfare, well, you starve. Drink loads of water or just eat little. ( now now with a Lil planning that should never happen ) And ofcourse may I add, that the food eaten in a snob diet, DOES NOT have to be expensive. It only needs to be good. =)

    Here’s a snap-shot from the December Issue of the Glamour Magazine, rooting for the Snob Diet!


    Obviously the diet comes from France(!) yeah no surprises there πŸ˜‰

    From the horses mouth,

    The five rules are: snobs get fuller faster, snobs savour versus wolf, snobs don’t deprive themselves, snobs indulge their cravings, and snobs consider what to eat and when.

    The diet works for me, so much so if I start putting on weight, it just means that I ain’t eating soul food! πŸ˜‰

  • 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 theΒ  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.