Stereoscopic Mami

The version of this Image has been redesigned so that you can view it in 3D without a stereoscope, but viewing it that way is a little tricky!
Step 1 :Get closer to your monitor and cross your eyes so that you can see four total images instead of the normal two.
Step 2: Then slowly uncross your eyes until two out of the four images overlap each-other.
Step 3: A middle image appears. This image magically appears in 3D.
For those of you who are wondering how to cross your eyes click here.


Hi there,

If you have got here to read something that makes sense, I can assure you that this post is incomplete,incomprehensible,boring,lengthy and runs with no script whatsoever. I guess thats what makes it a good reading. It also happens to be my 50th post; which frightens me at times for I wonder as to when did I start thinking verbally ?

About verbal thinking and visual thinking ( It took me around 10 seconds to get the word “visual” as the only response my mind gave me were random images !) well, that needs a little more thought for it to be penned  down, but that may happen shortly. for now –

This story is purely fictional and bears no resemblance to anything/anyone alive or dead.

It was a perfect morning. The decision to go to shamadurga was well thought and what better a day than a Sunday, considering Monday was gona be a holiday. But this Sunday was different. There was a celebration that had been planned and not attending was frowned upon by the others.

Knowing very well how the others thought of Siddhartha, he decided to go for this camping trip. What better way to celebrate than going out and enjoying the wealth of nature. At least it’s better than throwing acid on each other, posing with disfigured faces for pictures and finally posting them on facebook to personify perhaps the most misused word ever, Fun.

Siddhartha knew there was something different about the way he thought of and looked at things. He did live in the moment and dint care much about what was to happen or what had happened. Although telling stories of his past amused people, Siddhartha wondered as to how none of the others had a similar childhood. It wasn’t pried that he saw in this but a certain level of surprise. At many occasions Siddhartha was ridiculed, his ideas rejected his comments unattended but none of this ever bothered him. Maybe it did a little, enough for it to make it here, but somewhere deep down him he knew he was doing the right thing. The only grounding he had for this were the principles that were instilled in him, most of the times by force, at a young age.

He had sentiments. He was emotional but knew how to control them to a certain extent. When uncontrolled he saw himself doing somebody’s work in their absence. His ideas about relationships and about love, at least he believed so, were radical and sometimes awful. And who could blame him. He being the right brained lefthander couldn’t understand how to people decided that they could live together for the rest of their lives. Life. That was another of Siddhartha concerns. He dint understand it quiet well and wondered if he ever would. Every time he found something that hinted at answering this, he realised it was not the ultimate. Siddhartha also had a knack of explaining things at lengths sometimes drifting away from the original intended idea and somehow getting back having sketched a couple of tangents.

What happened at shravanadurga is not the plot of this story. What happened on his return from this sacred place where nature had still managed to keep itself untouched is more interesting. The others as he called them were waiting at the café entrance with an agenda. We must boycott Siddhartha.

Looking at disfigured faces with colours that resembled a Persian pot, sidharth couldn’t help but think of the foolishness the others had stabbed themselves with. For some reason these faces looked a little more disfigured on this very day. Maybe it was because of the absence of a smile that was persistent on all their faces. If the whole idea of throwing acid on each other was to have fun, why it is that no one is smiling, Siddhartha thought. Little did he know that there was a plot that that been set up, a judgment to be given, and a nib to be broken.

“We need to talk to you”, said one of the girls whose face had a large green mark resembling the silhouette of someone’s palm. This form of celebration is nothing but a license to flirt Siddhartha thought. Siddhartha asked her what it was about to which the girl put her head down made a quiet gesture to the crowd waiting for someone or the crowd to unanimously say something. Finally after a while one of the boys in the crowd shouted out loud. “It’s about you Siddhartha, you are the problem.”

Siddhartha was excited beyond measures. This would perhaps be the first time he was the subject of discussion. Somehow he thought this discussion would help him understand himself better. He walked down with the group to the café and noticed something that made him a little upset. The crowd got smaller and smaller as they walked to the café. More the people, more the thoughts, more answers is what Siddhartha thought.

The crowd finally reached the café and announced to Siddhartha that his behavior had changed and that he had suddenly become a little annoying. Very annoying one of the girls in the group whose face now looked even redder almost creating a color pallet between red and cream. Siddhartha wondered what it was about him that the others found him annoying. What could it be? Was it his questioning nature? Was it his way of stating facts that may have seemed a little impolite? He questioned to the crowd as to what was the reason they believed he was annoying.

More to come.

What’s the crime, and who is the criminal ? A critical look at the education system.

Rethinking education. That was the topic we at IDC decided to discuss. It started with an assumption set in concrete. The education system in India is at its worst. The discussion led us to think about what education was and what was the purpose of it. Did it have any purpose at all ?

The education system as it seems today is preparing students to be professionals. At this stage it is inportant to understand who is a professional ? Is a man/woman dressed in a formal 3 piece suit a professional ? Or the one who believes that “this” has potential, this has the power to “change”, or this is what can be the solution to the greater problems in life, a professional ? These questions boggeled my mind through out the conference.

To understand things better the system of education as it stands today was devided  into 4 sections –

Assessment, Resources,guidance and

The one question that got me thinking was the primary need for education. What is the primary need for education? Why does a person need to be educated?

For a job ? No.

A Successful career ? That’s solving the problem looking at the solution first.

Life ? What is that ? How can I learn what that is ? Is there a LIFE 201 module part of my course ?

Somehow even in these well known clichés there is one pattern that emerges out. Education seems to be preparing one for “something” . Maybe an event, a moment .

Let us take an much as this sounds barbaric and demonic there are two men, one is a compulsive murderer and the other is an honest neighbor. The murderer kills people for what he believes is an inner need. An urge would be the expressing of this so called need. On the other hand, let us assume one day our faithful neighbour  happens to find his neighbour being raped. He saw this happen and killed the rapist in order to let the innocent one ( or that’s what he believed) live. In both cases, a man has killed. A man has been the reason for another mans death. But are both the cases same in the eyes of justice. What makes the “work” of the first man ( the conditioned murderer) different from the second ones.

In the first case the man had no self control. And that was his crime.  And who was the criminal ? He or his lack of self control ? Is the primary aim of education to help us control our vulnerabilities ? Is its aim to prepare us about the facts of life which we end up testing and at worst cases find it to be wrong ?

A discussion is welcomed.

Revolutionary Design : An Indulgence ?

I owe all these learning’s to the long conversations I had with Prof. Balram over endless cups of Chai.

There are two schemes in designing a product. Revolutionary and Evolutionary. Revolutionary design deals with redesigning a product for its intended purpose from scratch. Evolutionary design deals with make minimum changes to already existing products and improve it .

I picked up a product ( A standard A4 full-scale) and decided to redesign it for the disabled. To start with I took the revolutionary scheme. I started questioning the fundamental purpose of the product and got to a particular solution. However, as much as this method is tempting and allows one the explore a new territory and truly call one an innovator, it beats the purpose of redesigning for all. I realized this scheme of designing as an Indulgence.

Once I realized this, I quickly picked up the other scheme, the one which I believed was boring and would not allow me to exhaust my creativity to its potential, to my surprise, I found myself in great sorrow unable to redesign the product I had picked up. Designing  on to  an already existing product at first  seemed easy and thus uninteresting but it turned out to be difficult. Working with constraints was not as easy as I thought it would be. Designing on an evolutionary scheme is more challenging and satisfying. It satisfies ones creative needs way more than  what one could get on a revolutionary scheme.

Revolutionary designs are necessary for the progress of thought. With progress of thoughtour lives improve. Else we would all have been still wearing the greek robes  or the long gowns we see in the  Shakespeare plays. The only concern that I wish to address here is the critical importance of a revolutionary product.

Today’s market is flooded with products. There is  a bottle opener and a bottle opener stand. Is the need for these two related products to be separated .Maybe a better example would help ! I agree on the point that marketing one product at one time, getting the audience to use it to a certain time and finally introducing an additional product that, the user cannot help but purchase is a time tested ( a good design)of making money but when did designs concerns towards society and social responsibility shift to market and money ? Money I agree is important but to bridge the gap between social need and technological advancement needs to be bridged. And this  bridge can be designed by design.

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Republic Day : Redesigning the Nation

the speech I wrote for the Republic day celebrations at NID R & D Campus. Inspired by speeches of Dr. B.R. Ambedkar and Charlie Chaplin.

Indian Army Madras regiment

The Madras regiment of the Indian Army

“Our Difficulties are not about India’s Ultimate future but, how to make the Heterogeneous mass, that we have today, to take a decision in common and march in a cooperative way, on that path, which will ultimately lead us to Unity”.

These were the statements made by Dr. B. R Ambadekar, the architect, of what to a common man is the doctrine of Free will. The Constution of India. One book which unites all differences that exist in this country. It is this thought of uniting India that is celebrated on the 26th Jan every year. India was declared a Sovereign republic 3 years after her Independence.

At this juncture it is important to understand what a  republic means.

That government where the head of the state is not a Monarch is a Republic.

The constitution of India gave a nascent nation the right to breathe free, a right to think aloud and the birth right of a free nation, a nation that was struggling to find its place. To some it was a boon that marked the start of a new thought, and some believed that it was being over-ambitious,  rejecting the formalized rule set by the British Raj.

Rewriting this doctrine was perhaps the greatest design adventures any Indian could have taken. The difficulties were not with regard to the ultimate ambition but the beginning. India with its diverse sections would require planning at a great scale. A scale none of us can ever imagine.

The constution was the promise of a new nation. A decent nation where a man could work and live a life of old age in security. But, brutes have risen to power and have become dictators. Men who crave only for power, converting the nation into a greed pool. This craving for power has proved to be an enemy of unity which is at the heart of the Indian Constution.

Let us fight for the Nation that the Doctrine promised.  Let us leave behind slogans, words intended to scare people, forgive our internal opponents and find a means so that they are willing to join us, on this path, which if we walk long enough, will lead us to unity.