Friday, 22 January 2010

A Purpose, A Statement - My Statement of Purpose


Here's the holy grail: my statement of purpose or atleast part of it. It's personal, it's cathartic and I preferred not sharing it with too many people until now. Of late, I find myself becoming increasingly possessive about my writings, for whatever they're worth. So, I wouldn't like to see my 'SOP' getting plagiarized (ok, I'm probably flattering myself here but if it ever does get copied).  Having it up here would, hopefully, point to its original source. 

LEARNING, UNLEARNING AND GROWING…

MY STATEMENT OF PURPOSE

The atmosphere was electric. Heated arguments and rebuttals were flying across the stage where I sat along with my team. The hot yellow-orange track lights beamed down on us putting us in sharper focus even as the three judges looked on solemnly, almost menacingly, at the proceedings while the ‘hall’ full of 700-odd schoolmates sat rapt in nail-biting attention, erupting into a joyous shout and clap of hands whenever the school- ‘house’ they sided shot down an argument of the defending ‘house’. As I sat precariously on the edge of my seat watching one student after another, both from my team and the opposing team, almost sprint to the microphone placed in the centre of the stage attacking points they’d picked up from each other’s debates, I resolutely thought, ‘It’s now or never.’ As sure as I had been of delivering my argument on the topic, I’d had a nagging fear all through my preparation and rehearsals weeks before that I wouldn’t be able to rebut points – think on the spot – from the rival team’s argument. Sitting there on the stage, at that moment, I felt that fear crystallizing into a numbing inactivity, trying to glue me to my seat. Maybe it was this realization that spurred me to think and do something that I never thought I was capable of. All of a sudden I found my legs taking me determinedly to the microphone and there I was, making a case against and refuting the opposing team’s arguments.
The result – my house ‘Pansies’ winning the debate and I being adjudged the Best Speaker – are mostly a blur now. The cheering, clapping, thumping of backs…all come back to me as one big blob of a memory. I remember more vividly the raging debate I had going on in my head and how I overcame what I’d feared most.
How does all of this relate to my purpose of graduate study? Well, it shows that I’m made of sterner stuff than I think I am. I’ve had quite a few experiences where I’ve astonished myself by my ability to overcome and do things that I thought were huge roadblocks.
In my first year of undergraduate study I always strived for absolute perfection in my assignments which I later realized was my way of avoiding failure. Doing them over and over, meticulously trying to iron out every single crease in my assignments left me feeling stifled. It was then that I learnt to allow myself to make mistakes, learn from my mistakes, but most importantly, enjoy the whole process.
They say there’s nothing a mind made up cannot achieve. Although I dropped a semester in college for reasons both founded and unfounded, I found it very hard to make myself go back and resume that one semester that was left out from my Architecture education. Refusing to face my fears, I lost out on an academic year. Finally, when I let good sense knock me over, I remember the steely determination with which I went back to college to pick up the remaining thread I’d dropped, resolving not to let anything – however small – keep me from completing my semester. In hindsight, I don’t regret on losing that year or having graduated later. One of my professors says that regrets scar the mind. I’ve learnt a lot – about myself, about situations and how to deal with them and not to make mountains out of molehills.  I’ve grown, and I can confidently say for the better, thanks to all my experiences.
‘With great power comes great responsibility’, goes a line from one of my favourite films. My situation, today, is not as cinematic as the line sounds but facing a class of 90-odd first year students as their design faculty does fill me with an immense sense of responsibility in trying to be the best guide I can to my students. I’m trying to pass on all that I’ve learnt from one of my most influential professors – Professor Farid, Head of Department, Architecture. Design, he emphasized, had to be ‘felt’ to be created. To ‘feel’ the personalities of the people one is designing for. Anyone could design but what’d make an Architect’s design stand out from the rest would be this human qualitative aspect that he/she imparts.
Another one of my responsibilities, which can at times seem overwhelming, is reviewing Design Theses of final year architecture students as an internal juror. Having gone through the entire process myself as a student very recently, I can empathize with the stress and sleepless nights that the students go through. At the same time the anxiety of being fair as a juror and assessing their work to the best of my knowledge has been an amazing learning experience - in more ways than one. I will cherish this learning experience because it’s got me in contact with a plethora of thoughts and ideas from both, the experienced senior fellow juror members and the young but daring students.
I now know, from all these learnings and unlearnings, that I can, and will be able to accomplish the goals I’ve set for myself – and overcome any roadblocks. 

Tuesday, 12 January 2010

Bathrooms!!!

My first post in 2010.
It's not on any grave and urgent social or political issue that should probably be addressed this year or atleast a resolution to the same (after which we can conveniently forget and go about our daily humdrum). Far from anything you would imagine, it's on washrooms (bathrooms, when I was in middle and high school) in public spaces - in a mall in my city to be specific.
Well, what would you list as prerequisites for functional and efficiently usable washrooms in large public spaces? A carpet area, first, that would meet the projected traffic flow? - Check. The division of the said area into cubicles and a wash area with basins? - Check. Installation of required fittings and hardware with plumbing and drainage? - Check. Lighting - Check. Flooring - uhh...shiny black tiles that mirror everything - not good at all. Especially if your cubicles stop a whole foot short of the floor. Not if you want to first draw customers to your swanky new mall only to make them go, "Oh dear Lord! I can see!"
It's so plain for the builders and developers to see as well - the shinier the glaze on the tile the clearer it reflects everything above it to the ceiling. If they can't be bothered to have sensible and 'common sense' flooring in washrooms, then it's just confirmed my opinion of their ilk. Irresponsible and greedy and foolish. Changing over to some other kind of flooring which didn't have those reflective qualities would, infact, have been cheaper for them. Increasing the length of the cubicles would do too.  I'm quite a regular at the mall but that's the one place I avoid like the plague!

Sunday, 27 December 2009

The Bazaars of Hyderabad Indeed!

And the countdown begins...four days to go. No, not for the start of a new year but something else that starts on the same day - the All India Industrial Exhibition or 'Numaish'. Sarojini Naidu's poem may well be popularly considered as a fitting description of the quaint bazaars of Charminar. I think it also beautifully sums up the waves of sensory experiences that surge and wash over you at the Numaish.
The sights - colours all around you of possibly every shade in the spectrum, wares that would delight even an adult with childish joy, happy faces, worked-up faces of people engulfed in heated haggling, smug faces of satisfied vanquishers having gotten their way; the sounds - Rafi's heavenly voice sounding over the speakers adding an even more 'old world charm' to an already historical shopping tradition that dates back to beginnings in a glorious past, shopkeepers trying to outdo their competition screaming out their enticingly low rates at hundreds of prospective shoppers passing by, the talk, laughter, chatter of a crowd swelling and ebbing as they move through the narrow lanes and large squares lined with shops; the smells - the deliciously warm smell of freshly popped corn with hints of pepper and butter wafting through the air as you make your way through the entrance, wisps of perfume floating every here and there, the slightly corrosive and 'dusty' dust kicked up by the crowd walking over vast sandy patches that irritates your throat, the inviting smell of all kinds of yummy street food pulling you towards the eat-outs. Yes, it is an incredible experience.
More so because it's amazing to see such huge crowds, their numbers often running into thousands, congregate at this one place - congregate not because of a religious or political compulsion. Everyone gathers at the Numaish for one common reason - to enjoy their evening out. I find it fascinating to be part of a crowd that has no levels or barriers for that evening. We're all trying to do the same things - buy, haggle, window-shop, eat, rest, watch the other shoppers, and generally have fun. It feels so cohesive and unified.

Friday, 25 December 2009

To become Samwise Gamgee

I could not identify more with a movie character when Frodo despairs, "I can't do this" to Sam, trudging on, unending, through Mordor. While the trilogy took viewers through the classic good versus evil battle, I have never experienced so strongly, with any other films, the emotions that the characters go through. Frodo's laborious plough uphill through a thicket of danger and uncertainty to a glorious just-in-sight-but-not-yet-there end made me wonder if we - Frodo, Sam and me (by now, as a totally absorbed viewer, an inextricable part of that journey) - would ever get to Mount Doom. Would that ring ever be 'cast back into its fires'? I must confess, though, that I was a bit disappointed by the end when I first saw the last film in the trilogy because I thought such a glorious journey would have an even glorious end with Frodo throwing in the ring with theatrics and heroism. Now, however, the end seems perfect. The films were not theatrical, afterall. They just successfully built up an atmosphere of drama. A hallmark of well-made movies in my opinion. 
I find the films uplifting. They make you believe that there is light at the end of a long, dark and seemingly endless tunnel. And, I don't know what Frodo or I would do without Sam! "Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't", he says and Oh! how well he, that line, and those films give hope.

Wednesday, 16 December 2009

Professor, Mentor and Guide

My contemporaries would probably be engrossed in better, cooler and 'hipper' things but I, on the other hand, am wondering at the wonderfulness of having 'idols' one can look upto. I'm lucky to have so many accomplished people around me, in my life,  I can learn from. I read an interview of a big business magnate in a newspaper last week. He described his mantra of success as 'learning, earning and yearning' which he attributed to either another great businessman or  poet (I don't remember which one it was). Anyway, 'learning, earning and yearning' - how true! Apart from the earning part, I think I'm doing pretty well on the other two. 'Learning, unlearning and growing' was the title and the essence of my Statement of Purpose that I'd written for graduate school recently. And, a big part of the the 'learning, unlearning and growing' is because of all the invaluable wisdom and experience I'm exposed to from my idols. I love soaking up every bit of it like a sponge. It's making me a better person, I know. 
This post is dedicated to my idols - my Professors, mentors and guides. Thank you ever so much - for teaching me. 

Sunday, 13 December 2009

"You Screw up, you start over; you screw up, you start over."
- Evan from 'Royal Pains' on Life


and


'Try, and try again, boys, you will succeed at last.'
- James H. Fassett, 'Try Again'

Blessings, Magic and Beauty

  As I lay here in a darkened bedroom with my little fairy sleeping on me, my mind wanders to this time last year and the months that follow...