the interactive medium :concept 1
October 22, 2008
paper prototype that is….
October 22, 2008
MY MELBOURNE MUSINGS….
October 16, 2008
Right now, at this very moment I could have been back in India, possibly engaged in diploma project, which could have been interesting or not so interesting. And over the small chai breaks I could have been recounting to friends or colleagues that at this same time I was supposed to be in Melbourne at RMIT, doing my diploma project. The very oppositeness of the two situations, their strange contrast and the phrase “supposed to be” are I think the undercurrents of my stay in Melbourne.
Melbourne was no culture shock to me, I being a bird from the so called open and liberal NIDian scenery. But still every place has its differences and Melbourne laid out its own before my eyes. Some were pleasing, some were amusing, some confusing and some not so palatable. The contrast ranged from striking to blurred. On the surface level I guess it was all mostly high contrast – high rise buildings of CBD, a fabulous signage system, straight grid locked road where even blondes with least amount of direction sense wont lose their way, public display of affection, 9 out of 10 cars on road a piece of desire, a completely free city circle tram – a system that would never have worked in the current India, just 8 hrs of contact per week with one’s lecturer, sacred weekends religiously spent partying by the young adults (students and working alike), minimum Rupees 240 for an average decent meal, the packaged lifestyle, Toilet paper!!, the inevitable need for women to look great 24×7, the females’ ubiquitous stiletto boot mania in winter no matter how much wreck those heels caused their nervous systems, lack of a subconscious alert to save resources in everyday life in the common man of Australia, a dwindling population, a high proportion of Asians – Melbourne might almost have looked Singapore or Korea or China had it not been for horizontal hoardings and shop signs lettered with English and not vertical ones with pictorial calligraphy on them, the amazing energy of people up and bustling about the city for their work at 7 in the morning, the most respectable punctuality – Time is God and other people’s time a bigger God, the respect and duty that each person had for his or her job, how its normal to expect one to know his or her ob inside out, perfectly disciplined dogs, no cows and buffaloes on road, babies imprisoned in prams. The list could go on and on.
But I would like to divert my thoughts to the greyer boundaries too, the underlying similarities that I found in human beings here as a race.
In last 3 months I have had both my highs and lows as a student, as a human being, as a designer. There have been times I have felt detached and frustrated, sometimes being at a loss to understand what I am here in RMIT for, sometimes questioning and requestioning my design purpose in The Locavore project, juggling with the openness and categorization of design, sometimes swayed by famous people’s words (courtesy papanek and papanek), sometimes having revelations and eye openers of my own, working like crazy for a day and whiling away the next day completely, the Tuesdays and Thursdays stories when after the session I felt totally zapped and unfocussed. The deign world felts so matrixed to me…… where I am lost.
The dilemmas, the movements, the discourse of design ,the practise- absolutely no end. Comforting myself with a hot cuppa of coffee in the hudsons and anwering to my own questions and telling myself that yes, the enlightenment has just started………there is a whole life to live in this confusion. There were brighter moments too which has the total impact on me. Amused by this fraternity of design which gives you smile without no reason. I have grown here as a person, as a designer and hope this trend continues.
Life in Melbourne was also a roller coaster in terms of basic needs for almost 1 and a half months. Shifted dormitories 5 times (without taxi) before landing up with one of old childhood friends staying at One Exhibition street. And so put an end to being the brand ambassador of Hungry Jacks, lunched and dined there for 80% of our 1st 1 month. Our loyalty was taken up instead by Rosie’s across the street for a regular dinner there daily with Anindita and Gautam and we are still loyal to it. Another favourite hang out was Hudson’s Coffee below, especially after the Tuesday’s and Thursdays classes. The conversations over coffee at Hudson worked in different ways at different times. At times, it would ease and clarify a mind muddled with questions and doubts. But many a times, it would even induce 10 other questions, to be pondered over later with the almost regular Friday evening wines. I also think building 87 is the love of our life. We can’t seem to get unglued from it. Its like a drug you can’t live with it and you can’t live without it.
Thankfully the juniors dragged us away to a couple of beaches and sightseeing. We got christened in different ways by different people in the building – the intellectuals by the sweet old psychiatrist who visits the building once a week, Samosa making experts by Ronnie and lots more. But 87 is where we all sit together as friends and peers and its almost like a mini NID. Maybe if we had broken apart and sat with other students from the university in different settings and places, our experiences would have been enriched more. But whether the loss is a great one, I cannot judge at this point. Garlic bread from the store Aldi when first discovered was a sort of Godsend economic snacking solution feeding hungry poor Indians in 87. It is still a favourite! Of course home made lunch is great and cheap, but nothing beats indulgences like swiss rolls or garlic bread or Subway cookies. Oh yes, Subway is a kind of last resort when Rosie is shut. I believe the reason this paragraph goes to show that Locavore Map Project has been on my mind but from some other perspective – Food!
Talking of the Locavore project, which was the reason of my coming to Melbourne and living here for short but intense time. This project was new to me and the area where it belongs- sustainability and food was kind of heard, but never got a chance to work in it. So the syncing has to start. The project familiarization started with the brief given by my guide Dr. Soumitri Varadarajan and discussion. This is the first conversation happened and I told soumitri about my being a new fish in this pond of sustainability. He also clarified me about the nature of the project and his play in the discourse.
I was just absorbing every bit of information but not able to synthesize it. Started reading the books and seeing the DVD’s given by Soumitri and felt myself sinking in the world of sustainability, ecodesign, social innovation, food miles, and yes the 100 mile diet and related jargon. The book 100 mile diet gave a soft yet strong introduction to the word LOCAVORE. It actually inspired me to dig more into the project.
Lot of inputs was also coming from the regular studio discussions and fellow students from RMIT who were also working on the same project.
Gradually it has started building upon, lots of information and data and experience, collaboration. Meeting with people who are actually living with the LOCAVORE concept. In the mean while I was also introduced to the map making section or say cartography section of the RMIT which implies that yes I will be dealing with the maps and stuff like that and hence the face of the deliverables started taking the form. But slowly-slowly the decisions have to be made and this is where the real test of the understanding happens. After the pitch-in presentation the whole gamut of issues was in-front of me. What to do? What is right or appropriate? This perspective of the problem or the other one. And hence the non active period in design seeps in and I would confess that it is the most difficult time for me.
But constant guidance or I would not say guidance it was something else…yes the presence of confidence in you makes you get going.
Then one push and you are again on the track …..working, making sense out of paraphernalia. Decided to deal the project on two levels and finally I set to WORK and the point to be delighted was that I have got the fun, the pure enjoyment where a creative person might get to reside and everything else is taken care of. Soumitri played a perfect role of teacher by being as inspiring as a mentor, as cruel as a client , as supportive as a friend and as strict as a guardian. Somebody has said that there are very few people who can render a long lasting inspiration on one’s life.
It was great experience working with you Mister Soumitri.
I think we, the PG students must be the only ones to have stayed 3 months in Melbourne without purchasing a Metcard. The Sunday super saver always made it more sense to go sightseeing on Sundays rather than Saturdays. Talking of public transport, the city circle has a mood of its own. It chooses to give us the slip exactly on the days we are late and then we have to sit for another 10 minutes before the next one arrives. And on days when we are bright, shampooed and early, it will decide not to come at all or skip the Exhibition to Nicholson part of the loop.
We get worried about losing 10 minutes or half an hour and there are weeks I’ve spent doing nothing in my design work here. But that again is the elusive contrast. It seems like we have chilled out for a whole week not really working on our projects. But come to think of it now, while doing my map, my mind’s soil was getting fertilised in that one week for the seed of spark to be sown. I believe, designers can never completely disassociate themselves from their work. It can probably never be a 9 to 6 job to get done with. And I think that is the beauty of design – all pervasive …not there all the time, but still there every time. It’s a complicated simplicity … so yet again we return to the contrasts, the juxtapositions of two divergent things. Someone once said design is the convergence of everything. But maybe it is a divergence too.
Same as the case with my coming to Melbourne and becoming a part of it. I say that I won’t stay here forever , but I will remember it for its minutest details. The people and the place, the learning and the teachers all will be written in the memory, forever with freshness of feeling it any moment. I will cherish the memories forever
And last but not the least thanks to the endeavour exchange program which made my coming to Melbourne possible and living this enriching experience- a truth.
Thanks for everything !!
IN DEFENSE OF THE FOOD by Michael Pollans
September 15, 2008
CALL OF THE WILD….RECOGNIZING REAL FOOD
September 15, 2008
Food. There’s plenty of it around, and we all love to eat it.
Because most of what we’re consuming today is not food, and how we’re consuming it — in the car, in front of the TV, and increasingly alone — is not really eating. Instead of food, we’re consuming “edible foodlike substances” — no longer the products of nature but of food science. Many of them come packaged with health claims that should be our first clue they are anything but healthy. In the so-called Western diet, food has been replaced by nutrients, and common sense by confusion. The result is what Michael Pollan calls the American paradox: The more we worry about nutrition, the less healthy we seem to become.
But if real food — the sort of food our great grandmothers would recognize as food — stands in need of defense, from whom does it need defending? From the food industry on one side and nutritional science on the other. Both stand to gain much from widespread confusion about what to eat, a question that for most of human history people have been able to answer without expert help. Yet the professionalization of eating has failed to make Americans healthier. Thirty years of official nutritional advice has only made us sicker and fatter while ruining countless numbers of meals.
Pollan proposes a new (and very old) answer to the question of what we should eat that comes down to seven simple but liberating words: Eat food. Not too much. Mostly plants. By urging us to once again eat food, he challenges the prevailing nutrient-by-nutrient approach — what he calls nutritionism — and proposes an alternative way of eating that is informed by the traditions and ecology of real, well-grown, unprocessed food. Our personal health, he argues, cannot be divorced from the health of the food chains of which we are part.
In Defense of Food shows us how, despite the daunting dietary landscape Americans confront in the modern supermarket, we can escape the Western diet and, by doing so, most of the chronic diseases that diet causes. We can relearn which foods are healthy, develop simple ways to moderate our appetites, and return eating to its proper context — out of the car and back to the table. Michael Pollan’s bracing and eloquent manifesto shows us how we can start making thoughtful food choices that will enrich our lives, enlarge our sense of what it means to be healthy, and bring pleasure back to eating.
MICHAEL POLLAN
THE ART OF LOOKING SIDEWAYS…
August 27, 2008
The Art Of Looking Sideways”, relating to VR and imagination.
“While Tibetan Monks pray for two weeks before their mandalas to transform then into three-dimensional floating palaces of light, with Virtual Reality one only needs to push a button. Virtual Reality is a technology which electrically converts physical and mental impulses into a computerised facsimile; a digitised doppelganner. By putting on some electronic gear you automatically get plugged into cyberspace, a world of controllable illusion. The brain, anxious to optimise the illusory sensations, grants them the credibility normally reserved for real experience. At the moment the tools are rather crude, but it works like this: The Datasuite projects an image of the body out into space, the Eyephone conjures up the vistas, the Dataglove interprets gesture. Tilt your hand to the left, you look left; point your finger, and you move forward. You are infact in effect free to go where you like and do what you will. Using software of world knowledge one could construct a symphony orchestra or do a bit of brain surgery. The more imaginative participants might mix imagery and sensations, play with time and space, or engage in auto-eroticism – a field of fantasy referred to as Tellydildonics. The options are seemingly limitless: jog around the moon, swim through banknotes, sit on the rings of Saturn, be a piano and play yourself. Technology, said Max Frisch, was the knack of so arranging the world that we don’t have to experience it. In much the same way Virtual Reality bestows a sensation of achievement without the real experience. I guess that presented the option of walking around a Virtual Florence rather than the real Florence, many people would choose the former. They’d prefer thee homogeneous version rather than being in an old smelly city with traffic congestion and pigeon shit all over the place. There’s an anecdote about Kierkegaard standing rapt in thought in a municipal flower bed. An irascible park keeper arrived and demanded to know what he was doing there. ‘What are any of us doing here?’ replied the sage. His imagination didn’t need an electronic substitute.“
interesting visual inspirations…..
August 23, 2008
some interesting clues……



