The followings are some of the projects that i have carried out during my architectural course. Click on the picture to see the enlarged one.
Arts and crafts centre in Bhuj, Rajasthan. Severely affected by Earthquake once upon a time. to cater the needs of the people residing in and around the place. it yet covers all the requirements of community centre with food courts, hangouts, existing water body, OAT, shops, etc. i and chimi (group mate) designed it as part of our class assignment in 2 nd year.
Adult literacy centre. 3 rd year
Tree house, 3 rd year
Culture centre, my 3 rd year project. model.
Culture centre, my 3 rd year project, sheet, sec n ele
Office building, my 3 rd year project. commerce, science and arts art the three main divisions i had taken as the main concepts for my office building project, site option was arbitrary. the left portion of the building depicts the commerce, central the science and the right, arts. not because commerce and arts are behind science but to prove that commerce and arts are also not lacking in anything, or even one day might overtake science. likewise the activities (office) inside the building has been divided in to Commerce related (in the left side block, science related in the centre block and arts related in the right hand side block. on the other hand the building show cast its loaded meaning by displaying almost like crafted type block for arts centre ( right block). though all three branches of knowledge are separate yet they they all have a common base with one whole common activities and canteens, waiting area, lobby, etc.
the housing, 50 storey, 4 th year project. i, chimi and sonam tobgay. to provide homes to all classes of people, be it high income group, middle income group, low income group or economically weaker section.
administrative block, my internship project
mall, community centre, vegetable market, my internship project.
This movie has a collection of models of offices, culture centres and tree houses of 3rd year students of School of Planning and Architecture, 2009, New Delhi. And music and quotations used in this movie are not mine. Tribute to all 3rd year students. Thank you.
After having taken architecture course, now I myself feel comfortable to present you all, my “ The Five Seasons”.
5. Blind Winter Man made Season
Blind winter has two categories:
a.It deals with emotions of a man. A person perceives and feels varied and numerous environmental conditions according to his state of mind. A grief-stricken man may feel cold near the fire and warm under moonlight. Though architecture has felt difficulty in tuning itself to such issues, yet it is not far from making efforts to resolve it.
b.The world where all eyes have been burnt to scorching flames with desires and pride, has been forgetting the very essence of the source of our mere existence. On account of one’s enjoyment and comfort, people involve everybody in the share of their direful after effects.
Pollution and Extinct of resource have now added yet another season on to the earth with threatening consequences.
Architecture and technology are the fields which have been trying to protect man from these malicious effects which always claim our lives no matter what o’clock it is. Some ministries and departments also try hard to restore the already disturbed peace of nature so alive on this very earth.
But over all it is the unassigned responsibility of every individual to befriend our mother nature so that she lends her warmth and feeds us at her breast with care.
Upon a foul time of decadent age, lived there in a hustle and bustle of a crowded city, a husband and his wife whose only narrow survival did manage to thrive through the times the exhausted husband gathered at the end of the day few coins of his bitter toil.
From dawn to dusk and from dusk to the closing of the twilight, his pseudo majestic commanding wife all did was scolded him beyond reasons, berated him, commanded him to her whim, shouted at him, and used him as a tool to craft her happiness and joy by assigning him tasks that mattered not of their scales nor if it befitted him.
The moment the rooster crew, he had to leave his cosy blankets behind while she still laid asleep, at the eventide, the moment he returned from furrowed fields with his plough, he had to befriend the kitchen stuff without even having a chance to take a brief respite.
Moreover, the wife seated herself on the cushion by the hearth, warbled something, nibbled at something childish, commented on his works, sometimes even twisted and pulled his ears if she wasn’t contented with his performance.
One day the wife had to visit her distant parents for some urgency and left home early in the morning. But surprisingly the husband wasn’t at all happy that day despite his wife’s cruelty and distempered disposition if she were there. He wasn’t happy not because he loved her, but because of something that nobody knew….he wasn’t happy at all
So can you guess the reason why he wasn’t happy at all?
See below for the reason…
Answer: He wasn’t at all happy at her absence because he didn’t get a chance to practice patience!
I suddenly arose from a deep sleep. Then looking at the dark corner of my room, I could discern the switch button of my laptop still blinking, I then tottered forward, with my senses half wakeful, sat at the table and rolled my lazy fingers carelessly over the keyboard.
It was a webpage containing the biography of our 4th King, Jigme Singye Wangchuk, and I was trying to capture its content.And as I rolled over and over down, it thus read;
I love Bhutan so much, I have seen the king in you tube. I want to visit there.
Another comment, karma said;
Long live our king, we celebrate his birth anniversary, 11th nov. with happiness and joy.
And yet another;
Long live the king of Bhutan. i have visited Bhutan 10 times and will visit again though im far, once before I die. Lovely king and beautiful country.
Alas! What a wretched, insolent, pestilent, traitor, fool and the beast am I to forget that just few hours later is the auspicious birth anniversary of our fourth king. Cursed be my memory and inflame those wretched keepers of the memories for not reminding me afore time the event, so that after being burnt to ashes, it resurrects in its form so fresh to be able to faithfully carry its assigned tasks.
Yet another comment;
I love that kid in the pic. I love Bhutan and the king.
Then I have no word left. Nor could I read anymore for my little eyes were incapable of holding back the tears in their sockets. I could no longer respond to my friend talking to me by my side for the words chocked my throat and I felt totally dry and thrilled.
Once again I cleansed my eyes, bid my friend be out, latched the door and wrote;
I prostrate at the feet our king,
So young were you crowned the king,
To shoulder the task that is beyond earth and sky,
When at that age I would be asleep in the little cradle,
You have shone hope and will for your peaceful kingdom.
Your gracious Majesty, I fall at your feet yet full of happiness and joy, I unite my heavy palms yet as light as the lightest, and say;
Long live our king,
Happiness dwell his soul,
Be his country wish fulfilled,
And peace be with his humble subjects and the world.
Leaning against the blank wall of my dusty room oftentimes I wonder of what am I wondering about. A distant melody of the music had crept silently in to the nerves of my heavy slumber aborting its course to a few minutes.
There I lay with my lethargic stature ready to fall flat and those drowsy eyes seeking desperately for some companion. As I unfolded my vague sight through the grated oriels and pierced in to the space faraway, the even sun weary of the world it travelled had long lost its warmth over those reddened horizons of western hills.
It was winter and hanging lumps of dust in the air had widespread the noisy capital city of India. The air was cold outside.
As I looked up, the corners of my empty room were beautifully woven by the spiders in to a web of infinite mystery. For I doubt that they must also need a safe home to reside I didn’t care to clear them off those black corners.
But how beautifully the architects of their own home had crafted their stunning den? Suddenly a bee entered my room singing its lovely song. It made some rounds in it like a guest curious of its new land. If anything in this egocentric world had led it astray it would only be those beauties pleasing our foolish eyes for the bee got caught in the beautiful malicious web of the hungry spiders.
The bee struggled with all its might to escape the trap but to no avail. I withdrew my sight for it would have been better unattained lest I am emotionally disturbed.
The clock had then struck 8 and I with my fellow mates dined at our usual dining, then was shortly back to my room. The room was brightly lit, and after a few moments my fearful ears were raised for I could hear another wasp singing its melody. I assured myself of my bolted door and latched windows. But the wasp bumped itself several times hard against the window pane for it, in my rate, desired to pay its visit to the brightness of the light inside. But I didn’t let it in as both the options were equally cruel. It then fell flat on the ground.
My class assignments were piled up like a heap of burden that kept hunting me even in to my lonely sleep and knowing of its worthless would wake me up untimely. That eve also, one more layer added to the pile for I didn’t feel like working. I then resorted to silence, laid myself on the bed with my eyes and mouth wide open wondering about wonders.
Suddenly something fell on my face from nowhere. And was I then startled. I woke up to see what it was, but to my astonishment it all was a piece of bone of a bee that the cunning spider had dropped down on my face.