Paris CDG airport
Ajax stadium Amsterdam
The ‘cold’ room waiting for its first inhabitant
The deserted streets
Symptoms of Life?!
My first possession here!
I can say that Ahmedabad was instrumental in directing my imagination towards Europe. Europe has captured my fascination ever since I had the opportunity to listen to Doshi sir narrating his experiences of Paris, the posters of Rome and Palladian villas in Sangath, the international atmosphere and above all the movie ‘Midnights in Paris’ ! Finally I was travelling to the land of my dreams, a change ! If I am to be honest, it was a shock beyond description finding oneself in a small city where the streets were empty if not for the occasional car that would strictly follow the traffic lights; glass buildings with no signs of life either inside nor on its outside and above all the deafening silence! I would yearn for some loud conversation, if not simply any conversation! When on rare occasions it happens, I cling on to it as I would for my dear life! Orderliness and silence are indeed sharp weapons. I even allowed my mind to take consolation that I can go back home for the summer (which was only coming from my desperation and it is not the same now). But as it would turn out to be, there has indeed never been any moment to think of silence thereafter. In fact I have never been kept so busy for such prolonged period of time in my life. I must admit it’s not easy for me considering I’m a person who could enjoy the moments between the each ‘tick-tock’ of a clock but at the same time I cannot deny that I am beginning to enjoy this phase – like how one would enjoy a tiring exercise!
But at the same time I am stealing moments here and there to enjoy certain hidden treasures that everyday life here offers!
Eindhoven, 08 December 2015
It wasn’t the best of days to visit Köln. The sky was overcast, its grayness blanketing the stones of the city. The cold ruthlessly penetrating my body, keeping comfort as elusive as the wind. Maybe that is how Köln is supposed to be experienced. I could not bring myself to imagine myself experiencing Köln in any different way. It brought me to experience the materiality of Köln, the stone that which was molded into massiveness of the Dom, into the severity of the Romanesque churches, into the immaculate patterns of cobbles that made each fallen autumn leaves stand out as flaming feathers. Anyone who comes to Köln, first meets the Dom – its massiveness unfathomable. One wonders if it is the radiance of the bluish gray stone of the Dom that paints the city in a hue that makes it memorable.
Words will fail me if I, even as mush as, try to describe the experience that was Köln. It is a symphony in shades of gray. Köln could not be experienced better if not on a cold and gray overcast day. It is this climatic atmosphere which compliments the atmosphere of the place. The place molded by the severity of stone. Maybe I was in the best of the days in Köln. The day in which Köln was meant to be seen.
But I can see how unjust I am in being unable to fully express the experience of that day. But how could I if it all is as fleeting as it were in a dream? I feel ill-equipped to tackle these experiences !
Köln, 28 October 2015
Words, photographs, sketches will all fall hopelessly short of trying to describe this place. Maybe I wasn’t even there. Maybe it was a dream I had. Maybe it was a place that you could only be in your dreams. All I could remember of the place were those soft lights reflected like a million little lanterns in the cobblestones that were caressed all day long by the soft drizzle. The twisting streets that took me through unanswered doors. The streets lit softly by the windows that offer a peep into the unassuming household making art out of everyday objects. The incessant sound of people gaily conversing which the air carried, an alley explored to find a cozy restaurant that’s tucked in its compactness. Fairies walking the streets, couples holding hands softly, the sound of hard footsteps echoing trough the cobbled street and the hidden gardens set silently along the canal’s edge. I was like a ghost, wandering silently lest I should disturb this harmony. A girl as fair as an angel tying her bike to those finely crafted bridges; a person hurrying into the alley to join some friend after work; a couple contemplating the display on a shop closed for the day imagining some wonderful future. Fleeting emotions that will haunt me on many a silent nights.
Maybe it was all a dream! Maybe I never moved an inch from my bed!
Utrecht, 07 november 2015
Who am I?
I am an observer, an observer of the world around me, trying to find beauty in simple and extraordinary things alike. I am a dreamer. For me, hidden within plain sight are layers of meaning, interpretation and more beauty.
This blog is a tool for me to document my time in Europe, the impressions the different places have on me, and above all an attempt to capture the emotions that flow through me during these travels.
I try to use this blog also as a medium to think aloud on matters concerning architecture and the like.
Long after my tryst with Europe has ended, this blog has the additional burden of having to serve myself as a reminder of the time that I had here. So pardon the very subjective writing!!