Semiotics.

 

SIGNIFIER SIGNIFIED LITERAL

(SIGN)

LITERAL

(METAPHOR)

Tiger’s passage A hidden pathway Voyage Movement
Vein of water Free flowing Narrow water channel Weakness
Statues and shields Defending Knight Metaphor
Cornucopia Supplier of good things Container Abundance
The Brothel House of ill reputes Creep joint Immense joy
Voluptuousness Desire Sensuousness Act of pleasure
Thick coating of signs Disconnected feeling Hard to understand Dreams
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Constructed Environment.

 

  1. How does Calvino describe his cities?

He describes the city as deceptive. He describes the city with too many symbols and signs. Every element in the city has a sign or a symbol.

2. What is the role that the monuments play?

Monuments play a really important role, in my story the monument are the trees and the stones.

3. How does urban interact with the natural?

Basically trees are and the stones are the most constant things throughout.The trees , animals and other natural things interact with the pythagorean school, the brothel and other urban things.

4. How do we distinguish between nature and man made?

We distinguish it between signs and symbols. The manmade are the structures which are evolved during the years, but the natural are the nature, the animals etc.

Cities and Signs – Poem

Amongst trees and amongst stones for days you walk,

On reaching Tamara signboards jutting from the walls you stalk.

When you come to Tamara in this case,

Everything is different in such a place.

Things don’t mean what they are actually supposed to mean,

This just makes the traveller all the more keen.

Discovering Tamara is difficult on the whole,

Hence signboards play an important role.

A new story- Tamara

After travelling different cities of this country, it was time to explore Tamara. Tamara, ‘the city of wonderland’ got me goosebumps each time I spoke about this city. I did not remember anything of the past except this beautiful experience of my lonely life. I lost my parents in a car car accident when i was 12, I was 22 now. My childhood went in grief and pain. The only way to overcome this distress was to travel. Travelling made me happy. So i decided to travel the world, meet new people explore different places. Entering the city, I witnessed tall tress everywhere. I walked through many places, sometimes hearing the hustling of the leaves, I could feel the tiger walking besides me but they were just the footsteps. Nothing seemed usual to me. Fascinated by the sight of footprints of the rat into the building, I ran rapidly behind it. Being left alone from the new environment , I was clueless where to go. I came across this building but I couldn’t decipher like any other place in the city, but when I looked around I realised it was a place of worship. The very next minute my eyes flashed on a shadow of a person nearing me. She didn’t seem like a high power, but someone lonely like me. My heartbeat was on race, my face went numb, I was unaware of what to do. I sat, hearing the shrieking footsteps of an unknown soul. Instead of just acquainting myself with the structural aspect , I turned around in hope of meeting with an inhabitant of this beautiful city. But unfortunately as I looked at her beautiful  blue satin gown I realised I was not looking at a lady but medusa herself. For a fraction of time I could visualise my end. That confusion pushed me towards to confront her that , “ is this it?” the medusa replied, “ Yes, I have frozen you to be in the city.” It didn’t take me a second to replace herself with a good identity. I started visualising branches of the trees on her head instead of those snakes. She didn’t seem a monster to me, in fact a signboard itself. I had got an opportunity to explore the city now. I happily explored the pythagorean school, the hour glass, the palace, the prison, the mint, etc. That  encouraged me to create more signboards describing the city. Signboards, for those ones who felt they left the city undiscovered. Mainly to emphasise on how beautiful the city was actually in real after having a total different perception towards it. Medusa turned out to be an eye opener for me towards the city. To acknowledge existence not based on our perception or interpretation I had accomplished to discover Tamara with all its signboards.

Tunnel Narrative

After travelling different cities of this country, it was time to explore Tamara. Tamara, ‘the city of wonderland’ got me goosebumps each time I spoke about this city. I did not remember anything of the past except this beautiful experience of my lonely life. I lost my parents in a car car accident when i was 12, I was 22 now. My childhood went in grief and pain. The only way to overcome this distress was to travel. Travelling made me happy. So i decided to travel the world, meet new people explore different places.entering the city, I witnessed tall tress, huge houses, big doors, many four legged animals. Everything was three times bigger to its actual size. Nothing seemed usual to me. Fascinated by the sight of footprints of the rat into the house, I ran rapidly behind it. Being left alone from the new environment , I was clueless where to go. The very next minute my eyes flashed on a shadow of a person nearing me. My heartbeat was on race, my face went numb, I was unaware of what to do. I sat, hearing the shrieking footsteps of an unknown soul. He showed up, this handsome soul took my eyes and mind off everything around.  Couldn’t get over that magical moment. It didn’t take me a second to realise that I had already fallen for him. That soul got me into million dreams, I approached him. All I did was just a smile, he had understood. Eyes were just enough to express my feelings for him. Leaving the house, going towards the woods I shared my experience with him. He smiled at me in mute. All was going good till I sang a song for him.He pushed me away, and said I reminded him of his past, which he had already forgotten. Henceforth, refused to see my face again. That got me all shattered and heartbroken. And made me come to a conclusion of leaving the city forever, and never turning back. I had not explored the city at all. All i experienced was an encounter with this handsome boy. After leaving the city, I realised that I failed to discover the most beautiful city. But I had no regrets, inspite of not discovering the city, I had experienced the most beautiful thing.

Lower Parel

For me, Lower Parel seems home. its just been a couple of months joined ISDI. The two huge bridges covering the area from the top, and the heavy traffic covering the roads. Lower parel is a station itself. The high rise buildings, the mall , the office stations, schools, pubs, the mills are located here. There are different types of people residing , taking their caste, creed, age, etc. The footpaths here are either occupied by the food hawkers or tiny multipurpose shops. One will always find this place crowded at any hour of the day by the school kids in the morning, workers in the noon and evening, families in the nights and teenagers at midnight. The place might not sound happening but has its own charm in itself.

Photographic Memory

  1. A pleasant evening, kids enjoying post school at the very famous Juhu beach. The goat cart giving  a very multi feeling in the modernised transport on the beach. The goat given an old vibe and the tyres in the cart giving a new. The flying of the hair giving a sense of a pleasant windy atmosphere. But the wet sand also giving us a clue of the Monsoon Season. The clouds almost ready to pour anytime. The kids are enjoying the ambience after a tiring day at school, working for 6 to 7 hours from the morning. The picture takes me back to my old memories spent at the chowpatty beach with my family and friends.

2. As soon as I saw this picture it got like all the old memories back. JJ school of arts,         has been the start to my artist life, this the the place where i gave my first entrance exam based on art. i remember being really nervous, but as soon as I witnessed my competition, it brought a lot of  motivation. This picture portrays dedication, concentration, attention, silence, and debt in itself.

3. “Lets go for a walk” this is always the first thing that comes to my mind as soon as i see marine drive. The Marine Drive (the queens necklace) the the most beautiful place I’ve come across in Mumbai. Marine Drive in monsoons is a ‘must watch’. however beautiful it might be in the day time, but the LED lights in the night becomes the beauty of the place. people have thousands of memories with this place. people come here with parents, friends, lovers, relatives, etc. You go there at any point of the day, you wont ever find it empty. The best part is that i can see the entire view of the marine drive sitting at home.