Sunday, 17 January 2010

Project One: Ollikuchchi Octopus by Sandhya Ramachandran


It is with a sense of secret hope of getting back to playing with toys and games that I took up the elective of Toys from Tales. Wanting to reconnect with all those hours of unadulterated fun, stitching little doll dresses and playing innumerable board games, I was hoping for two weeks of absolute fun.


Although life is meant to make you regret hoping for things, for once, it
didn't disappoint me at all! In fact, this elective has turned out to be even more fun than I had imagined.

Classes with Rutti and Sajith and a whole bunch of similarly excited classmates are extremely interesting and enjoyable.

The very first day, we were asked to make a toy that best described an incident from childhood or ourselves. It was such a delightful experience-and also nice and self-absorbed- to sit and think about oneself and recreate the flashes of childhood memories that sifted though our mind.


Everyone came up with a toy by the next morning. The toy I made was called the 'Ollikuchchi Octopus'(Eng:
Stick-Thin Octopus); a dig at the stick figures my sister used to draw as a kid.

The Octopus represented the extreme anxiety I had in me from childhood(it continues, till date) of trying to do many things at the same time. A juggler of activities, I needed 4 pairs of hands to finish whatever I had undertaken. Also, as per Animal Symbolism, the Octopus is a sign of creativity and insatiability. What better a way to represent it than using the Octopus?!

As a child, I was too full of myself and in all arrogance, I used to boss around the people in my class. Later, this 'higher than thou' attitude lead to a fall and a whole reanalysis and reformation began!
Stick-Thin Octopus); a dig at the stick figures my sister used to draw as a kid.

I shaped the OO out of a thin bamboo branch over which a cloth octopus was strung. The bamboo branch resembled stilts and was signaling at the fact that I never had my foot on the ground. To represent my flighty attitude, I made four rotor blades by crossing two ice-cream sticks in the centre and keeping them in place with a board tack. These blades, I stuck to the bamboo branch octopus with adhesive. I strung little ghungroos(bells) at the tips of the rotor blades to provide some sound every once used- a dig at my talkative nature.


I used bright primary colours to paint OO, to attract kids. The stick , tack and ghungroos were painted bright blue, the rotor blades were poster red in colour and had some intricate hatching patterns on their top side. The head of the Octopus was a moss green with white polka dots and had a happy expression painted. The hands were made of multi-coloured cut cloth. A small white band held the head and the body together.


In all enthusiasm, I decided I'd develop the merchandising also for the OO. Hence emerged the pamphlets that go with it, and the poem that it has.


As my original doodling brought forth a gingerbread woman, I decided to explain my toy in the form of an act. I covered my toy with another piece of cloth and as sense strikes the OO, it sheds its cloth skin and emerges to fly off into the sky.

OO can be used for two things- one as a rattle for babies, and another as a fly-away toy. You need to spin the bamboo stick between your palms- almost in a churning movement- and then let it go. It spins in flight and then crashes down, unless you catch hold of it in a while.


However, OO was a parody toy- meant for me to laugh at the person I was and be thankful for the improvements that have happened, and hopefully get working on the parts that still remain.


The Poem that went with the toy is as follows:

A gingerbread woman

feeling fragile

acting all snooty

hiding all the while


Stilts shoot out

like horns on head

high and mighty

ego well-fed!


A constant quest

and arrogance too!

Little kid happy

goody two shoes


Pretty little frocks

bunch of bangles

a mop of curls

always in tangles.


Life eats her up

slowly chews her ego

with no choice left

she must let go.


shedding her skin

once sense did hit

a power hungry pair dies

where eight hands fit.


Octopus woman

grinning wide

flying off to the sky

a purpose beside.


Setting off instantly

the world to conquer

exploring searching seeking

with enthusiastic fervour


New one emerged

trying to be good

genuine to people

helping as much as she could


Trying flying

sometimes falling flat

feeling good, feeling bad

feeling pretty, feeling fat


A swirl of emotions

continue to haunt

as the world applauds

also while it taunts


Little Octopus toy

reflecting little me

growing up still

trying to BE


The flight continues

and so does the fall

But good and bad

make life afterall!


Sandhya Ramachandran

sandhya.r@nid.edu

Project 1

TOYS FROM TALES
Faculty- Sajith Gopinath
              Ruttikorn Vuttikorn

And then there was plight.
It was the first day of the open elective,and the project posed was to come up with a model or toy which best reflected myself and the stories I've been bared to in my childhood.Completely clueless,I plunged at the sketchbook.And through a series of planning and muddling up,which best reflected myself,the model was created.
 

It started with this.The rough sketch,the original plan-To have a few boxes with a magnet each attached to its lid which would swoop up when another magnet attached to the girl's hand would come over it.
Goof ups-weak magnets.




 The final model about me.
It has four boxes(or what I call boxes),each containing a drawing of childhood story associations.And a cut-out of a girl(me) who would open these boxes and let out the stories.





The first box has a picture of a magnifying glass.
As a result of the numerous 'Secret Seven's and the 'Famous Five's I read during childhood,I started to fiercely believe I had it in me to become a great detective or a case solver.So even if the neighbour carried out anything as routine as taking his car our of the garage to drive to work,I would think aloud,"That is queer.Why would he do that.I must find out"




The second box has a picture of a wand and a lamp.
I also had a thing for fantasy.I would listen rapt at stories my grandfather told me about mythical creatures and traditional tales.There was one about how he surpassed the tests flung at him by an Ekshi or Yakshi, in his village in Kerala,while returning home one dark night.He recollected a million oil lamps flared up as he approached safely at his front yard telling of the yakshi's fury.
Yakshis are reputed to waylay men with their beauty and drink their blood. The Yakshi theme is the subject of popular Kerala tales, like the legend of the Yakshi of Trivandrum, as well as of certain movies in modern Malayalam cinema.(That was straight off wiki,in my words-they are more or less like banshees)



 
The third box has a picture of alphabets.
The stories I used to read away to glory were mostly Enid Blytons and Amar Chitra Kathas.They highly influenced the way I spoke.So instead of saying,"She is going to be angry" I'l say "She is going to be very cross".Or there was a constant repeating of ,"Oh bother!"And many a times my mother's call would be retaliated with a pro-pah "Yes mother."After the Amar Chitra Kathas of Hindu mythology it would be,"Who goes there?!" or "I take this vow,O patient mother,to finish my brinjal before the sun sets."



 
The fourth box has a picture of a plate with food.
The stories also used to intrigue me with the names of various dishes,and the one which used to slightly confuse me was 'brownie'.It took looking up to realize that it was a magical creature as well as a form of cake.And how I pestered my mom to make 'porridge',because it sounded so good.Which I realized was also called 'oats in milk' which she used to thrust down our throats much too often.

The girl has a straw on her head,thereby trying to symbolize my ever-curious self.The boxes drastically dissimilar but symbolic to the ones in Grandmother's attic which I have always wanted to open thinking there might be hidden treasures.But now they have stories.



  Anoodha Kunnath

Tuesday, 12 January 2010