Recently I found some pictures of jewellery made in a workshop that I had conducted in Goa some years back as part of sensitization to local ladies to the use of indigenous material.
When these pictures were taken, the elections were in full swing in West Bengal, one of the eastern state of India. I gauge that the predominant Blue and white paint which is adorning each pavement, divider and most buildings, has been done in the recent past. And if you are traveling at night, be greeted by blue and white led lights twined around what would have been once, charming lampposts. Said to be reflective of the colors of the present ruling political party, it seems a bit overdone.
Other hilarious such instances which can be recalled in other states is a Shivaji statue sprouting up in all places and planned to be erected on an island in the Indian Ocean; another one decided to erect party symbol, Elephant sculptures, in her particular state.
Ironically however, the color choice is quite apt for the city. The colors are associative of the saris of Missionaries of Charity and Mother Teresa who lived here many years. Blue and white are colors which are extremely soothing in the hot and humid weather. I recall standing in a fort in Jodhpur, Rajasthan and looking below at the sea of houses painted in a hue of blue. The local boy informed me that “neel” a local coloring agent used for clothes is added to the white wash of outdoor structures and is said to keep the houses a few degrees cooler in this desert state.
So Yes. Blue and white is good, but in limited quantities. City populous and artist community opinions should be considered before widespread branding affecting the city space. Maybe some out of the other 20 million who inhabit this city could have good ideas on what their surroundings should be like.
The culture of India is diverse and we seem to thrive in the diversity. Every time you travel to a new state, city, town or even a lane; you would be thronged by a sellers with various wares. In some cases though, the quality could be questionable, but our ingenious sellers find ways to display, present and sell their wares.
Whether its a mobile shop “carried” from compartment to compartment of a local commuter train; or a pavement side display of something that would grab your attention, whether or not you require the products; your journey would be a moving canvas of color and variety.
Major audience? Women, naturally!
Every year, colour company Pantone releases a shade what it calls the “Colour of the year” which is then popularized by its use in products and fashion. Last year it was Marsala, a reddish brown hue.
When Pantone announced not one, but two colours of the year for 2016, it was somewhat surprising deviating from its tradition of a single main colour.
If one thinks deeply, can there really be only one colour for a year? In the landscape above, the morning sky seemed to have “followed” Pantone’s colour direction for the year. In its vastness it enveloped not just the pink “rose quartz”, but also the blue “Eternity” shade and also shows how it can be blended together.
Nothing Happens unless something Moves.
Last autumn, I got the opportunity to take a “Makers” workshop for a bunch of management students. They considered it as “craft” exercise. The aspect of making was new to some of them.
We started with the material most familiar to them and many people across the world and that is Paper.
For the next Makers Workshop we introduced Plastic and this time the group was clearer with their understanding of how to use a material
The next trimester, we introduced a Hackathon competition and the brief was to use basic material such as ice cream sticks and rubber bands to create something that demonstrates the conversion of potential energy into movement.
Our group of students was now prepared as they tackled this subject in a limited time within our “Makers Space”. The selected few from these got the chance to explore innovation in a multidisciplinary group at an MIT event at Nasik.
Recently an acquaintance was nominated among st finalists from across the globe for his Innovative Idea at the Smart City Expo held recently. He informed us with delight on his return, that India had been given an honorary prize for the work done in the sphere of Smart Cities development.
“The World is taking notice even when back at home we have criticism!” was something what was discussed.
While it is a no brainer for any ordinary urban educated citizen of India (guilty author) to create a list of cons and criticisms, what if the government had used the Design Thinking approach to simplify, clarify and expand its vision such as the one below?
Make in India:
Could it be envisioned as?
When you visit your regular shop/buying place, most things that you need, like and are useful are made in India.
Citizens are able to make informed decisions, work together, collaborate and share ideas through an unseen network which comes to them rather intuitively and without added cost with respect to their privacy. Responses during emergency situations and life and death moments are seamless and efficient.
Two kinds of skills will be developed simultaneously, the one that ensure jobs and more importantly the ones that create jobs, without added burden or costs of skill development.
When you walk out from your home to work in the morning, the streets are clean, the air is pure and fresh and no encroachments are hindering your path. You are healthy and feel good about your environment. You don’t feel hesitant to drink water from the community tap, because like everything around, that is also pure and clean.
One request: Needed a place where we (All stakeholder: Billion plus citizens) can share views and talk to each other, apart from the social net. Billion People= Billion plus ideas= Fast Track Improvement = Happy Country!
If you were ask in India what is the current buzzword, supported by marketing efforts of course, you would get Make in India, Digital India, Smart Cities among some more floating on the social net.
All of a sudden we are considering being “Smart”. Silently we whisper to each other “What is meant by Smart”? Is what is meant “Smart” by them the “Smart” we understand? (Do we really?) We then look up to the architects of the word and ask , “What is Smart?”.
The self appointed architects reply with a mock shock,
“You don’t know?… “See.”
They point towards a country and its city demonstrating some glass, shiny metals and a lot of automation technology.
“Oh!” We look amazed at the trains that go on hyper speed and the doors that open and shut automatically, sensors that send information ahead to someone and someone or something who supposedly makes life simpler in this maze of productivity with people like working ants going about their jobs.
“We can do that?!” we look on mesmerized, silently wonder how many potholes we have avoided that day and how much water to expect in the municipality tap. This smart city appears to look like heaven.
“We can accomplish that?”, We ask again in disbelief!
Nods the architect. “A few trillions here and there, but it is possible.”
“Where are the Trillions coming from?” we ask still in disbelief.
“FDI mostly. Fourteen countries have shown interest.”
We whistle in further disbelief.
“Wow! Fourteen countries will tell us how to live smartly.” Impressed at the achievement. We close the latest edition of Shiv Puraan. Old Sops of life. Lets embrace the new.
“Who..”, we ask further, “..would be living in these smart cities?”
“Smart citizens.” They answer. “Smartly qualified with smart education”.
“How..” we ask, “Would you find these smart citizens?”
The architects now loose patience at this inevitable question and blurt.
“You have too many questions! You are not Gift-ed. You are certainly not smart and don’t qualify to stay in a smart city!”
Disappointed, we start looking at the map and looking for the other non smart cities to live in.
“Don’t worry,” the architects console, “We may be working towards an inclusive society where even the lower income group can be accommodated.”
We breathe a sigh of relief. When we go to discuss this at our daily pavement dwellers meeting over a boiling broth of today’s Dal, most have the same question:
“Will the pavements be really clean? They won’t trouble us every six months for pavement leveling?”.
“We don’t know about clean, but they promise they will be smart.”
“Smart?” asks the pavement mother, cradling one kid on her lap and another suckling on her breast.
We go on to explain what is meant by “Smart”.
“See….” we point towards that country with that city gleaming in the night.
The pavement dwellers rub their eyes in disbelief.
( to be continued.)