K-Kube (Kagaz-Ki-Kursi)

K-Kube (Kagaz-Ki-Kursi)

K-Kube (Kagaz-ki-kursi) is a public installation that represents a smart and sustainable Mumbai. The versatility of “K-Kube” is a tribute to the versatility and resourcefulness of Mumbai. “K-Kube” is a true public installation, which people can interact with. It is an “urban insert” that can take various shapes and can be used in a variety of imaginative ways. The design of “urban insert” allows it to be expanded up to 8 times its original length.
This installation is a product of the hard work of the students and the faculty of Anjuman-I-Islam’s Kalsekar Technical campus: School of Architecture, New Panvel
Fabricated Spirits
By: Mukhbit Bubere explains the installation and Ethos of Bombay
When Worker Bees need a home,
They just build a Honey Comb.
In sun and rain they toil for long,
To build a home that’s safe and strong.
Keeping the workers fit and sound,
Each hexagon, a match perfectly found
But wait, where she lives alone, isn’t a Beehive but a rented Pigeon Hole.
With a lone window forbidden from the sky.
Her course now a wilted scroll.
In her eyes no sparks fly.
In that sublime shadow she stood in the room,
She seems a ludicrous slave from a past doom.
Being an old maid here,
And on bonded labour,
Is like death by suffocation.
A really delightful sensation after you cease out of contention.
That’s how you live in Bombay, the city of silent screams,
Which is far brighter than your and my Dreams,
The Bombay which caters the Rich and exploits the Poor.
The Bombay with extreme Rebels and lavishing Lures.
Everyone, here wants to touch the sky,
Because a Bombayite knows, it’s not too high.
Work is the only thing, they have time to give.
And they forget, they have a life to live.
Here dawns are dusty
Noons are Nasty,
Evenings are Energetic,
Nights are Electric.
Mumbaikars, Helping as ever,
Are Fascinating as forever.
Aai, Vahini, Amma, Chachu, Kaka, Bhau.
That is Bambaiyya for you.
Helping as ever is a tree I know.
As charming as a poetry, with some galactic view.
A tree that bears fruits of dreams, fruits of screams and fruits of struggling stay.
And those repeating branches of its,
Remind me of the Hexagon which perfectly fits.
Each branch, witness, to the stories of the braves and cowards,
Still like Bombay, never halting and always moving forward.
The core of the tree towering high,
As the spirit of a Bombaykar, without a slightest sigh.
Trees are made by the one above us,
But Boss, Bombay is made by you and me- us
Roots provide existence and stability through the core,
We do that, for Bombay, by doing our score.
The city fascinated by the continuous galore from the hexagons.
To her, these are like magical supplies to create powerful spell and powers to do well.
These charming supplies come from countless hexagons and pigeonholes in the roots below,
Which lighten Bombay into a magical glow.
STUDENT TEAM:
Neha Shinde, Siddharth Jain, Neel Davda, Azad Mulla, Nikhil Balchandra, Aqusa G, Ayaz Ali, Afzal Ali, Suraj Panchal, Arbaz Nadiadwala, Asmita Belose, Zara Shaikh, Saif Kasker, Basit Kapadi.
Faculty Team:
Siddhesh K, Sonam A, Minal M, Prathamesh L, Laxmi H.

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