Saturday, May 17, 2008

daredevils sentiaps - del - punjab 180508

But just imagine what Virender Sehwag would be going through at the moment. He bowled that one over and that turned the tables completely. There was no need to get two spinners in action and he could have so easily managed with Mishra bowling from one end. Sehwag conceded 22 in one over and that was a deadly punch really!
It's not raining at the moment, it's not drizzling too. It's just a mizzle and when I say that, it means that there are only a few spots of rain in the air. The rain was never heavy enough for the play to be called off.
Yuvraj Singh is absolutely livid with the work of the groundsmen here. He wants the main covers to come onto the square rightaway, the game has been called off, I just can't understand why the groundsmen are delaying things.
Virender Sehwag is not happy with the ongoings at the moment, the rain has eased out for sure. The umpires are not happy with the groundsmen here, the covers haven't yet been pulled in.
Kings XI are ahead of the D/L Equation by 6 runs now. So, if the game stops here, Punjab will race away with a win in this contest.
It was constantly raining right from the start, now the intensity has picked up. The umpires confer in the middle and they have signalled the groundsmen to bring on the covers.

unsure yet insecure

think ahead, look behind
find the thread, try refine
start anew, try reskew
draw it tight, redefine . .

in a hole walls closing in
geyser rush the air is thin
i find myself fresh as dew
feigning fighting giving in

we all have crutches, big and small
virtues are the biggest fall
chances came and them i blew
regret nothing, regret it all

as i rhyme i start to think
rising only just to sink
niravana, kids to name a few
directionless . . . at the brink

Monday, May 12, 2008

cv

Tarun Jayaram

Born: 09 10 '79

Address: C1/4, SDA, New Delhi – 110016

School:

'84 to '89 mirambika, Aurobindo Ashram, New Delhi

'90 to 97 Mother's International School, Aurobindo Ashram, New Delhi

College:

'98 to '04 School of Planning and Architecture, Delhi

Work ex:

'97 Pradeep Sachdeva Design Associates, Khirki village, New Delhi

'99 Bindia Thapar

'00 IM Chisti

'04 Water Heritage Series

'04 to '06 Blox Architects – startup firm with three partners

'05 '06 Assistant Curator APJ Media Gallery, Badarpur border, Delhi

Art Director – 'For Real' Sundance motion picture Directed by Sona Jain

'06 to '08 Pradeep Sachdeva Design Associates

Skills:

Multi instrumentalist with a strong background in Indian rhythm

CAD, DTP, Solid Modelling, Video editing, Strategy games and p2p

Rock climbing, trekking and Bike touring

Photography processing and printing

Bamboo working, dying, pottery, paper craft and model making

Friday, May 09, 2008

old school

Some pen and ink renderings coloured in with pencil colours . . . SK Singh
Really amazing what the hand can capture, and how the relevance of the medium is questioned in this day and age, where digital visualisation is taking over . . . it really is heartening to see something which restores your faith in what could be termed a 'waning belief' in the hand . . . not to take away from the monoliths of meghalaya or the river brahmaputra in guwahati, but i can just imagine making a 3d . . . its just a different planet . . . it is all about communication after all, and 2d representations are only for the trained eye, with a hand like that, all barriers of communication with a layman are pretty much shattered . . . truly impressed . .

. . . they are 15 minute sketches too!

Friday, April 25, 2008

do onions have seeds . . ?


yes and really pretty flowers too . . .

.od

what if . . . maybe . . . say suppose . . .
the earth just stopped and spewed some prose
incoherent violent blows
in your ears and out your nose
.reeling .faint .raw .exposed
take your time .overdose.
what to do . . . that’s how it goes

u couldn’t care . . . I am nose

a blatant lie .from friend .to foe
crippled by the scathing blow
burn my boat .row row row
sinking fast down .Down below
disbelief .I cannot know
far away .heave and throw
I plant descent .u watch it grow

Internalize it .let it show

Monday, April 21, 2008

sop of sorts

Masters in sustainable urbanism

Born and brought up in India, a country of vast variety and diverse history brought together by the British who left us united and equipped to deal with the developing world. The sheer lack of efficiency of the bureaucracy we inherited is the only reason for the survival of indigenous knowledge which otherwise fails to find a position in the rapidly modernising and densifying urban scenario in the subcontinent.

Water, land and air the main commodities of an urban realm are no longer easily available, and scarcity is the name of the game. Pollution and dirt spreads around us, landfills pile up, the night sky disappears.

The scary part is that the explosion seems to have just kicked off . . . rearing to go our cities are growing at unprecedented rates . . . the prices continue to rise, and all of a sudden people from around the world seem to want to come here . . . far from planned our urban centers are ill prepared for the rapid densification that ensues, developers and builders far outrun desperately struggling municipalities . . .

. . . amidst all this, the average Indian has an amazingly low standard of living consuming next to nothing as compared to his first world counterpart . . . as we shape our urban form around our heritage, our unique situation and adaptive nature needs to be incorporated to customise our cities according to our requirement. Aping the first world with inadequate resources and a paradigm away in requirement, we are bound to come up short in all regards.

To address issues of natural resources (water, land, air, life . . . ), waste, mobility within the context of a developing country with regard to the inherent tradition of urbanism . . .

Wednesday, April 09, 2008

solving the puzzle


the americans seem to have invented most of the trusses, but this japanese program 'goya' is an amazing tool for calculating the resultant stresses in the members of the truss . . . slowly simone's truss is starting to make sense, though i haven't been able to model it yet . . . the positive stresses are tension and the negative compression . . ! though most of these trusses are loaded from within not from above . . .

Tuesday, April 08, 2008

the simone section

someone help me figure out which members are in tension and which are in compression . . . !


guadua

back from madras . . . revit ready, and plunging headlong into a simon velez bamboo roof . . . now thats life . . . :-) we got the fastest machine i've seen in office too, core 4 4gb ram workstation board . . . rocks, generated a dtm of guwahati riverfont in under a minute. but it makes you realise that the human brain is on a different planet, and computing is almost barking up the wrong tree its that far behind. working out the bamboo truss to support the roof of boss' farm house, the grinding grey cells could not be substituted both for end result and sheer gratification. standing on the scaffolding, bolting the bamboo into place with wheat field swaying in the breeze all around, the rustle of leaves in the back ground, really . . . no substitute for the real thing . . .

Friday, March 28, 2008

சென்னை

i know you can't read tamil, and neither can i . . . it says madras up there i think . . .
well i've been here a couple of days, and its starting to seep in, the salty breeze, alien language, crowded streets lined with the variety of a typical indian metropolis. coming from delhi its a pleasent drop in pace though. they've had a metro since the 30's . . . go figure. well i walked the marina beach, and i don't think i've seen a beach that large anywhere . . . and its full of people, fishermen to couples . . . vadapalini is where i'm based, close on nungambakam. but t nagar is where its at as far as i can gather.

. . . off to kanchipuram, dusty temple town north of madras . . .
;-)

Monday, March 24, 2008

ओये . . . क्या चल रहा है?
अबे फोनेटिक फॉण्ट मिल गया । । । कूल !
ऐसे थो हम हिन्दी आराम से टाइप कर सकते हैं, हिंगलिश figure आउट करना होगा । । । पढ़ना थोड़ा फिघ्त है!
चल । । । पूर्ण विराम फॉर डॉट डोट डॉट इस a bit much थौघ
हाउ दो इ गेट बेक टू इंग्लिश । । । हेल्प । । ।
स्दास्द

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

page 44

reading through a pdf by tripp . . .

. . . nanded municipality wanted broader mv lanes (we had proposed 5.5m) . . . fire tender and ambulance must pass together . . . that's the reason i heard . . . ! so i got curious about the ambedkar nagar delhi gate corridor . . . . what are they going to give us i wondered . . .

. . . 5.5m wide mv's . . . yup . . . better believe it . . . 6.75 most of the time, but reserve the right to be silent . . . 5.5

they will definately do one thing though . . . and this is a big one . . .

. . . unify the cross section, with a priority to pedestrians.

if you have actually checked out page 44, just notice the carriage way, the lack of level drops is striking if you're used to looking at delhi road cross sections. a 450mm high curb is standard. 150 max in the hcbs corridor. at grade pedestrian crossings. narrow mv's make smooth and medium speed traffic . . . it should work i say . .

. . ;-)

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

foot in mouth

it sounds very obvious . . .
. . . but where my mouth gets me sometimes . . . . i think my foor would also not get in . . . !

Friday, March 07, 2008

machines no love, no grace

A crisp evening, at the cusp of one of the rare pleasant days in delhi. Biking back from ITO just past midnight, to vasant kunj; i encountered a series of events which all seemed to tell the same story.

Now you are one of two types of people . . . either you are in charge of a machine, or you're not. The type of machine you have may vary, and vary they do. But vulnerability is largely proportional to the size of the machine.

The most drastic determining quality would have to be the presence of an internal combustion engine. cycles is to motorcycles, more drastically carts to cars. Not however to undermine the import of private vs. public owned machines. here they begin to be called modes.

Well coming back to the drive, as i turned to out from behind times of india, an auto toppled, screaming women and a crowd tipping back the vehicle from its turtled position . . . this had an impact on me, and i broke the red light driving cautiously at the right extreme of the left lane. it struck me that there used to be a board at ITO that displayed the number of people lost to the roads, 4 a day used to be the usual figure 5 years ago, i think it would still be the same. improved safety and roads causing a deficit made up for by increase in population. so i decided to study the road on the way back and see if i could establish a pattern . .

the pattern in the use of public space in .the city.

'pockets of private space linked by webs complex mixtures of the two'

space that has been given ownership of to large elected municipalities, to the mercy of the PWD, and nameless others. All of whom provide essential services without which the metropolis of millions would .screech .all of which we pay for anyhow.

transportation is the crux of this public space. Cities like currencies work on the movement of capital. money is replaced by everything you can imagine, for the city moves it all. even the money is transported through our public space in heavily armoured machines. not to mention people, electricity, shit, water the list is endless . . .

exiting india gate on shahjahan road, i encountered three glowing ice cream vendors set in a triangular formation on the left lane. The middle one touching the bus line as if a centre forward attacking the fast lane. this left two lanes for traffic, more than sufficient, i passed within a meter of the cart doing 50. Now shahjahan road opposite upsc has pavements behind lutyens trees and generous ROW's. but its here that they stand ready to attack a drive by, forcing a bottleneck and thus business.

Caught up in thought, steadily right of left lane a beep disconcertingly near revealed a white innova rapidly approaching . . . banking out of the way i realised sometimes the fast lane is the safer place to be. by now i had just crossed lodhi road, and approaching the jorbagh metro station under construction, i almost jumped when i saw a guy standing by his cycle wearing his shirt in the middle of the fast lane (right extreme for right hand drive). narrowly missing him i wondered maybe it is the opposite here. as in the left lane is actually the overtaking lane.

approaching aiims flyover, the ultimate traffic lubricant, i realised how machine centric our public space is. the inherent approval for a metro, a superior machine which disappears under the ground leaving our roads free. heaven sent is the public sentiment. block up lanes to make pavements or more drastically bus corridors, and they're up in arms. there are no pavements on the aiims flyover, there are four free pedestrian lefts, and what average out to 500m detours to go straight.

At andheria modh i witnessed the spectacle of a truck overtaking a laden truck overtaking a even heavier truck, taking up all but enough space for me to squeeze past rapidly from the left. breaking the red light screened by a honda city, i turned home to vasant kunj.

What we need is a truck free city, all goods should passing through the capital should go vide an exclusively electrical means. The ring rail can be used as the core network, five or six high speed arms out of the NCR could form nodes. This would also help get the metro linked to the ring rail.

but not to forget the .pedestrian

why they don't make a pavement on the road, the long walk from andheria modh to vasant kunj is undertaken daily. cycling is also very common not to mention goods rickshaws. If we're getting a metro link surely non motorised vehicles for para trasnsit should be prioritised, or are we going to build mlug parkings at the stations and drive our fancy cars to the metro.

.End note
The PWD laid a fresh hot mix road leading in to D2 for the annual day of the fancy goenka school. less than a week later DJB commenced digging a deep sewer through one of the two freshly laid lanes. 3 months later they have reached the main road, leaving behind ruins akin to a martian landscape.
.this is india
;-)

Tuesday, March 04, 2008

think . . .

. . for a minute that u're a leaf
can't see a thing, but feel the breeze

pining up towards the sun
all your brothers, everyone

ufo's, birds and bees
pollinate and make more trees

a small world . . .

Friday, February 29, 2008

si . . . . i'm not posting . . . .

there's always a light . . . .
. . . . tunnels are deceptive sometimes though . . .

and to quate babar . .
. . hindu's are unbelievers!

peace
piece
peas

Sunday, September 23, 2007

there's no view from ontop of this hill

here i am, earning a steady salary, contributing to my city making a difference, upgrading government schools, developing river fronts, giving cyclists and pedestrians their rightful share of the road . . . loads of good shit. working hard, more or less regularly, and almost meticulously . . .

. . . i still manage to travel quite a bit, and the trek to zanskar was unparalleled . . .

why then do i feel the impending doom and pointlessness at every instance
why do i have to run away
why am i stuck in a inertial gel

they say you climb the mountain to see whats on the other side, strangely there seems to be none

disillusion is a part of life i have learned to believe
but drive is integral to the machine'
its strange to be headed nowhere
at no particular pace
not that i'm not used to it . . . but things change when the metophorical climb seems to be going downhill and the elation of the ascent got missed somewhere along the line . . .

. . . i want my own tree,
see it grow and fruit
wither and blossom
permanence . . . eternity . . .

lets hope there's some more climbing up ahead . . .

Tuesday, December 26, 2006

phhew . .

just tiled all of guwahati on google earth!