Day 5: The next day I was lucky to meet Hamid Raj, who is currently faculty at Cept University. Hamid was born and raised in the old city, and loves it deeply. He is an explorer, who knows the city inside out. “I’ve been roaming these streets for years, but there is still so much that I discover everyday. That’s how rich the city is”, he tells me. Hamid frequently takes students to explore the hidden gems and unknown corners of the city, as part of a course on urban history.
March had been a busy month. Let me share some field notes from one of our authors: Sriram Natrajan While doing research on a city, figuring out where to start can be a daunting task – especially in a large and physically diverse city like Ahmedabad. But there are interesting stories to be found, even in the most unexpected corners. Here I’ve outlined my experiences with the city while researching for the book ‘People called Ahmedabad’ over the last week. Day 1: I arrived at
Two-thousand five hundred feet above sea level, a mountainous region covered with wild forests and acres of spice plantation, with valleys over flowing with three rivers; Idukki district in kerela offers an immersive landscape ideal to simmer down. Time spent here would surely lead to scenic memories that one can evoke nostalgia. Thus it can be difficult to fathom how this innocent landscape can also bring back memories of desolation and unease. "I lived with my father for ei
Miracles By Walt Whitman 1819-1892 Why, who makes much of a miracle? As to me I know of nothing else but miracles, Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan, Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky… There's an impatient honk and there's the sound of tyres screeching to a halt as the signal turns red. There's a shrill whistle signalling the cars at the opposite side of the road to move. The traffic police are trying his best to control the unruly cars, but it's
Swarming along the sands, untainted waves broke themselves along the shore. The sky was filled with a riot of orange, yellow, pink, purple and the crescent on the west side gave way to the looming night. The landscape was relaxed by a gray stroke of crows heading homewards. As I watched the sundown, my siesta was disturbed by two school going boys. “You must not wait here after dark. These coconut trees, these beetles and the sands tell a different tale after dusk.” Dumbfoun
Nets were plunged into the boat. A human silhouette, all by itself, was seen sprinting along the Worli coast of Mumbai, preparing himself for the catch. The sea was in high spirits. At the crack of dawn, the boat was unmoored.He was on a mission to grab the gold. There was something about that morning.The sea was artfully rough. Few hours passed when he had not only grabbed gold, but also set a new best. Seventy ‘ghol’ fish at one go. Inspiring the youth of the community, Mr.
The post production saw an infinite gush of interesting activities. The book launch on 14th January, 2015 was held at THE HIVE and was attended by a solid strength of 230. The HIVE being written about in the book was highly upheld. The ‘people’ of Mumbai, then travelled to Istanbul at INTCESS - the social sciences forum. Commencing the presentation with PIXELS, the elite crowd of Turkey was in awe for the impact the people had on the faces of the city. The month of February w
Kala Ghoda Festival in Mumbai is regarded as the prime nucleus that displays the best of performing, literary and fine arts. The month of February 2015 witnessed an in-conversation between Nisha Nair-Gupta with People Called Mumbai and Kamu Iyer talking about his book Boom-bay. While Kamu Iyer’s autobiographic-historical book featured the changing urban-scapes, People Called Mumbai was seen as a lucid stroll of concise and precise words covering a wide spectrum of faces of th
The ‘people’ of Mumbai travelled to Istanbul. At INTCESS - International Conference on Education and Social Sciences an intense presentation on People Called Mumbai took place. The presentation commenced with PIXELS – a video that depicted the making of the publication. The elite crowd of Turkey was in awe for the impact the people had on the myriad faces of the city. http://www.kalaghodaassociation.com/eventdetails.aspx?subcatid=329&catid=246&id=234 #events #Narratives #Peop
People Called Mumbai – was a compilation of the chosen moments that gently swayed in the Mumbai’s air but had the strength to freeze the gazer in its time and place. The publication was a compilation of 55 narratives that mapped the city breaking the barriers of occupations, geography and income. It was about striking the right chord. It was about bringing out a quality of a cosmopolitan that would render the place humane. It was about discovering the identity of the unsung h
Nisha was the backbone, the guide, the friend and the boss. Sahil was the only guy amongst a strong team of 6 girls. He was the buddy who always helps and is as friendly as possible. Soumya was the silently cool one who designed the graphics. An office that had transformed itself into a research cell had been nothing short of awesome. Vanessa came with her brilliant stories, Zankar with his sensational style, Mariel with her calm and adorable personality and Krupa came with h
Mumbai derives its signature characteristic through its people. With a diverse population influx each minute, every person here is a story in its own. However, their story is not theirs alone. Many a times, it belongs to a collective narrative, falling into the compartments of the city's history. It is in this context, the publication project- People Called Mumbai, by the architecture studio - Design [Variable] draws a parallel between writing and designing and views the city