Thursday, August 4, 2016

Inheritance (Or How I started listening to Pearl Jam.)


This was 1998. We were in Delhi. The internet had not yet exploded and we were still learning basic and C (Imagine that!) I could count on my fingers the number of people I knew who owned computers. So our music tastes were greatly dictated by MTv and Channel V. But the Indian Mtv  mostly played pop songs and some mainstream rock (Which were great, btw. I was into it) and fewer alternate stuff. 

But I realised a little later that 90s Alt rock is my real comfort food. started exploring different genres of music in 2001 and by 2005, my music palette had expanded greatly.

My father was a big fan of Pink Floyd, the Police, 70s and 80s disco, Kraftwerk and Paul Anka Among others. My mother was fond of Abba, Boney M and the likes. I had my own preferences in music and our cassette collection had a unique blend of all types of music including hindi film music, Hindi non filmy and Indi-pop. Not to forget a giant collection of mixtapes (Mostly mine)
Somewhere among them were albums my father bought going by the current trends. Apache Indian was one of those and even though I was nine years old that time, I still love songs from his 1993 album - No Reservations.    
Coming back to Mid 1998. We were in Delhi. My father wanted to buy a Pink Floyd album for some reason. I'm assuming he lost or broke his old tape of the same. So one Saturday evening the two of us went to a family owned shop around the corner where their youngest son had set up a small music section. My father asked him for one particular Pink Floyd album. He started a conversation with him about music while I was browsing at the latest pop album collections. That fellow was telling him about this new band my father would like since he was into Pink Floyd. He convinced my him into giving it a listen and he must have listened to it once and placed the cassette back in our ever increasing collection somewhere next to Apache Indian. 
Four years later, I started college and started playing the guitar which exposed me to more genres of music. That same year I realised that the kind of music Nirvana played was called Grunge and that there existed another great grunge band called Pearl Jam.

Pearl Jam.

This unlocked a memory in my mind. I knew I had heard of them. I had even heard their music before. It was the same band whose album my father had bought along with a Pink Floyd album back in 1998! I went home and looked through our cassette collection, and there it was: Pearl Jam's Yield.
Suddenly, I appreciated their music. More importantly, I understood their music. I listened to all their other albums- Ten, Vs., Vitology, No code and Binaural including the recently released Riot act. I've listened to all their music released subsequently. To Eddie Vedder's solo music, their live albums and side projects. I was hooked.
Pearl Jam is to me what Pink Floyd is to my father and Abba to my mother. Even thought I listen to Foo fighters more often, Pearl Jam are still one of my favourite band!
And to this day, Yield - that 1998 album that my father bought eighteen years ago is still my favourite Pearl Jam album of all times.

On a related note: two years ago, I was listening to Apache Indian in the office one afternoon when our then intern Rajalakshmi suddenly asked me who the singer was. I asked her if she had never heard of Apache Indian before and she said she hadn't!

Wednesday, April 13, 2016

From 2006

It was my friend Laura's birthday yesterday so I texted her. While chatting, she shared this photo of us from ten years ago. 


I was working at the Auroville Earth Institute as a trainee architect and it was mandatory for me to attend the two week CSEB course as a part of my internship. Laura was volunteering for a Pondicherry based NGO to design a school for Tsunami hit areas and decided to do this course while she was there. That's how we met.
The photo features other people who attended the workshop, the director of the Earth Institute and a few other trainees... INCLUDING the guy in the red cap. Whom I had a crush on: The Srilankan

:D :D :D

Monday, April 4, 2016

Time on my hands


A long time ago, I stopped wearing a wrist watch because of a boy. Then realising I need not change for anyone, I started wearing one again. That was my father's old timex I wore ever since he passed away in 2006. A year after that, the strap broke and I stopped wearing any watch because I was in a phase where I refused to accessorise. Didn't help that the fellow I was dating then constantly pushed me into buying an expensive watch to impress clients(?!)
Then a few years after that, I dated a guy much younger than me and he showed me a fake (?!) Victorinox swiss army watch he bought from Indonesia. I loved the design and he said I should keep it. So I did and started wearing it regularly and realised just how much I missed wearing a watch. 
That relationship didn't last too long (obviously). But I continued to wear that watch because I loved it's simple and clean design. I realised that it was the kind of wrist watch I really wanted. Not a digital sports watch or a feminine designer one. Or a colourful casual one. I wanted a simple unisex analog watch that was waterproof with clean lines and a simple form which can go well for any occasion.
So I ordered a black dial Victorinox Swiss Army watch with a metal body and a black leather strap. I love it!

Wednesday, March 30, 2016

Internship applications


I received this gem of an internship application email recently


 Way to get my attention! Even I don't know what a lot of those words mean...

Sounded like a normal person on the phone. I really would have liked to hire him as an intern but unfortunately, due to my current circumstance I prefer hiring an intern who is in their 9th/10th sem. Or is an architect already. Too bad for me, because his work is quite good! 

And then two days later I get this: 


An absolutely amazing application full of (assumably accidental) alliterationI am loving this!

Monday, March 14, 2016

Dessau

Ethos India organises a quiz for students of architecture every year and a few years ago they started one for professionals as well. My former teacher and boss Abhijit De and I decided to team up and participate this year so I started to prepare for it.  Reading about art nouveau and modernism reminded me of a hilarious story; though hilarious only in retrospect!

It starts in 2003 when I was in my second year of architecture college and was preparing to be a part of my college delegation to the annual National Association of Students of Architecture (NASA) meet. That year, a college in Hyderabad was hosting the competition and the theme for it was 'DESSAU'
I told my father that and he asked me (with seriousness and the slightest bit of suspicion) - 'why would anyone want to name it Dessau?'
Now, just to give you a background, Dessau is a place in Germany which holds the utmost relevance for us Architects as it was the site for the relocated prestigious 'Bauhaus school' which was one of the pioneering places for modernism in architecture, art and craft to grow and proliferate. So understandably, I was super thrilled, while my father seemed to have some serious reservations about it. We were at odds... I explained to him as to why I thought Dessau was a very good idea for a theme for a gathering of said nature and he told me why he thought it wasn't... 
A career military man that he was (also a huge military nerd) my father told to me that Dessau was an important base for the Nazis during WW-II and also the site of a large concentration camp. And something about an important battle towards the end of the war which I can remember nothing of. 
What I can remember is that none of us spoke for a few minutes... Till I asked for money for my train ticket to Hyderabad and back, which he handed to me promptly.
And this was just one of our typical military dad - architect daughter conversations. 

If you're wondering about the quiz, we finished at a respectable third position with a prize money of twenty thousand rupees in our kitty!
My father would have said 'Good. Just wish you'd have dressed better for the event'
No complaints there...!