His Master's Toys

“All is but toys: renown, and grace, is dead; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of” --- William Shakespeare

On germs, my body, and my future in space

I am in fever-induced delirium today. Apparently, there is a strand of flu-virus floating around in the Mumbai air, infecting anyone who comes in contact. The body constantly feels like a battlefield in this city, with an unfolding war between the immune system, the germs and ever present pollution and dust. Its a contagious city baby, spreading its love.


The city already functions like a living breathing organism here, its individual cells in a constant biological exchange through squeezed local train commutes, its sweat and blood flowing through water, food and everything else. When the world population would have doubled in the next fifty years, more than 75% of the planet would probably be living in one for of slum or another, clustered together in highly optimal rectangular or hexagonal spaces, constantly involved in an ongoing battle for real estate against the corporates and the elite. It would then be the perfect breeding ground for newer and more evolved forms of parasites, spreading unchecked from one human-body-test-tube to another.

The fact is, its immaterial however many hours of research and innovation medical world puts in, we are simply outnumbered. The human intellect cannot win this battle against the microbes; its statistically impossible. That we are doomed to a sick fate (yes, pun intended), is of no doubt in my mind. All we can do, is to wait for the explosion and count our days.


The only hope, of course, is space. If we can simply ‘eject’ out of this ship called Planet Earth, jettison out into the cleaner space, I feel there might be hope for survival. Perhaps the space-race would yield some results in another twenty years; and if that happens, I would be the first one to take up the job of a bartender in the Virgin Galactic’s space hotel, just to escape this battle for earth conquest between the humans and the germs.

Amen.

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The edge of chaos

I am back in Mumbai again. The inherent chaos of this city matches well with the ongoing chaos in my life, and so I like it here. Behind the euphoria that seduces dreamers and wanna-’bees’, there is an underbelly of constant struggle, a push-pull between creation and decadence. It keeps one occupied, but whether that occupation is productive or useful, is a question one dare not ponder upon.

Yet the most cliched question comes to mind – what would the city look like in fifty or hundred years. Would it be the future glam-town sketched by the candy-bar film Love Story 2050 (I haven’t seen the film, the trailer was sufficient)? Or a true-to-life depiction of bleak futures painted by many a sci-fi storyteller (such as Asimov in his ‘The Caves of Steel’, or even Bladerunner), a marked (walled) division is seen between ever growing ’slum communities’ and China-like SEZs (Special Economic Zones – such as Schenzen) with access-denied written everywhere?

A year ago, I saw a remarkable exhibition in Tate Modern (London) called Global Cities:

Global Cities looks at the changing faces of ten dynamic international cities: Cairo, Istanbul, Johannesburg, London, Los Angeles, Mexico City, Mumbai, São Paulo, Shanghai and Tokyo.

Exploring each city through five thematic lenses – speed, size, density, diversity and form – the exhibition draws on data originally assembled for the 10th International Architecture Exhibition at the 2006 Venice Biennale. This unique show presents existing films, videos and photographs by more than 20 artists and architects to offer subjective and intimate interpretations of urban conditions in all ten cities.

One of the art installations was 3D stalagmite-like sculptures that mapped the wealth distribution in each of the above cities. Of all, Mumbai had a few spikes that towered above and beyond any of the others, making the vast difference in wealth distribution even more apparent.

But is the ‘flatness’ desirable? I wonder. In his rapidly growing photo portfolio, my photographer friend Matti tries to capture what a friend called, the ‘post-apocalyptic Mumbai series’. Through a combination of retouched HDR photography done through in duotones, he captures the essence of its madness, the chaos that is impossible in economically ‘flat’ zones.

More on his flickr page here. Ok, time for a stroll.

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Ice on Mars’ Surface… probably!

Phoenix lander may have uncovered ice on Mars! From Foxnews…

TUCSON, Ariz. — Sharp new images received Saturday from the Phoenix lander largely convinced scientists that the spacecraft’s thrusters had uncovered a large patch of ice just below the Martian surface, team members said.

That bodes well for the mission’s main goal of digging for ice that can be tested for evidence of organic compounds that are the chemical building blocks of life.

More here…

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Der Untergang [Downfall] by Oliver Hirschbiegel

I just finished watching Oliver Hirschbiegel’s outstanding film ‘Downfall‘ which is based on last 12 days of Adolf Hitler’s life in the bunker where he killed himself, narrated through the eyes of Traudl Junge, his secretary. The film portrays the human side of the ‘Third Reich’ (which created much controversy), and the events surrounding the death of some of the key supporters of Hitler.

However, apart from the outstanding narrative, the film had some superb techniques that helped recreate the drama and intensity of a war-torn nation with minimal depiction of battle sequences.

Claustrophobic setting: through complete lack of natural light, extreme use of ‘white’ light, contrast and shadows, it creates a feeling of suffocating claustrophobia in the viewer’s mind. The long shots go only as far as a section of a bunker would allow, and the camera shake that follows shells dropping overground (almost like an earthquake), create an atmosphere of captivity, where every single and rare outdoor shot almost comes as a relief. Seen through the POV of the characters, the bunker is safe, and the outside dangerous (due to constant shells dropping from an invisible aggressor). Yet, the moment a character steps outside the bunker door, it gives a fleeting sense of relief from the oppressive interiors, but one that can only last a few seconds due to the constant danger of sudden death from a bullet or a shell.
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Running the Numbers

A friend sent me the link to Chris Jordan’s site where he has put up his current work, a project he calls ‘Running the Numbers: An American Self Portrait’.

The following is one of the many incredible images displayed on his site, all of which are an absolute must-see. What you see below is not an oil painting. It depicts 106,000 aluminum cans, the number used in the US every thirty seconds.


See more of his work here.

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Bridger Maxwell, 17 yo kid building multi-touch display for OSX

Definitely my coolest find of the day:17 year old Bridger’s blog documents his efforts to build a multi-touch display for OSX. Check out the results here…

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Bruce Lee in Hong Kong

A little bit of self-publicity never hurts. ;) Just another photograph from my photo.net photography portfolio.

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The Chambers of Shaolin

I had to post this! [From Algomantra]

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Theft in Shanghai!

My fears came true in Shanghai. After visiting Island6 and having a great discussion with their artists and volunteers, we went to the awesome JZ Club, one of the best jazz clubs I have ever been to.

From China

We were talking to the drummer Gilbert, when minutes later, one of our bags was gone. The surveillance camera footage showed one of two chinese guys pulling the bag from under the table.

I lost my entire DSLR cam setup, two mobile phones, wallet. We did file a report with the police (which was another experience and a half), but knew that the situation was hopeless.

Apart from the gadgets, I was miserable about losing hours of work — just the previous day, I had spent half of an evening covering Shanghai’s speed juxtaposed with the old. All gone.

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Through the spectral mists of Yangtze

The Three GorgesThe Three Gorges is a scenic area on the Yangtze river, between cities Chongqing and Yichang. The historic river came into wider attention due to controversy surrounding the dam that has been built on it.

After escaping the bandits in the bus in Huaihai, and soaking in the outstanding old-town riverside scenery of Fenghuang, we managed to find ourselves in a train heading for Chongqing, hoping to catch a part of the cruise.

We arrived at 3 in the morning, and realized that it was the beginning of a nightmare. To cut a long painful story short, we basically ended up being massively harrassed by touts, spent nearly 3 hours roaming around with our backpacks just trying to figure out a place to sleep. In a land where you don’t speak the language, cannot read road signs, and everyone around you has a vested interest in you and is lying about nearly everything, and you don’t have a map…. how do you navigate? There is one and only one way…

Anyhow, we did manage to find a place (although lot more expensive than we needed), and eventually managed to get ourselves on a boat through the Yangtze. Will post a video soon.

Three Gorges dwarfs you. You stand and watch the giant mist covered cliffs, awestruck, and wonder how bandits and pirates must have ruled the land surrounding it. You weave stories in your head about the deserted towns and temples you pass.

The dam itself is an engineering marvel of our times. It was built ahead of schedule in 2006, a remarkable feat considering the sheer scale of the project. For it to be completed, millions of inhabitants living on Yangtzes shores had to be relocated. The dam is poised to provide for 1/10th of energy needs of the country.

Yet, many fear that a slight damage to the dam, and millions of lives would be washed away. It is China, the land of superlatives, and nothing is subtle in its scope.

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