Sense of Sound : Sound Track ( Talk on Time)

Music Video Description

Our Song has in it the monotony and madness of Indiabulls  and how we follow a certain rhythm that we tend to overlook.We feel a sense of repetition in what we do and what we say and so blinded by this robotic time table that we don’t give it another “listen”, needless to say ,The robotics have become a part of our wiring.
We are so trained to do so certain things at a specific time that our conversations have become the same on repeat.
We have tried to show the same pattern through the other people at  indiabulls. The conversation has dulled and has lost its meaning as people do things because they are told to not because they want to.
We will be depicting this monotony through a stop motion film in which there will be doodles drawn in a notebook to show the sound.We have chosen to use a stop motion to put emphasis on the idea of robotics in our soundtrack.
Group Members – Ahilya Rajani, Niharika Mukhi, Taniya Gaba, Vritika Lalwani

Idea of Visual Pun : Muscle of Marines


This is an Ilustration of the idea for our visual pun.

We chose to do Muscle of Marines,we tried to depict the muscle portion in the form of flexing biceps with symbols that are related to the Marine.corps.We also kept in mind the whole idea of it looking like a dumbbell to show strength.

The People in our group are Taniya Gaba, Vritika Lalwani, Niharika Mukhi and Ahilya Rajani

Sense of Sound: Sounds of India Bulls

Sound cover

CD cover

Sound Narrative

One enters the giant glass panelled building and immediately hears the almost whisper of security as you trip through the detectors. Bags are checked with perfected pageantry until the lift echoes its arrival in the lobby. Another robotic voice blandly wishes you a good morning and silently watches—as doors slide shut— you scrambling awkwardly to scan your finger at school doors…

    Oh God not this again! you think, as you are once again delayed. Tremendously late, you hurry to class and excuse yourself, quickly joining your classmates in the task for the day. Quickly, its break time and just as you leave the stuffy halls you roll your eyes at the regular statutory warning.
You’re descending to temporary freedom, escaping into a cup of caffeine your body craved for every since the day began. You don’t want to leave but you’re running late again.
You’re back, ready to get to work, then another warning is issued. You can almost taste the freedom as the day nears its end. The brilliant cry of the metal turnstile as you stride away…the hustle of fans as they fight to take you home…oh, when can I leave!?

Vritika Lalwani

From the beginning,

bags to the checking,

it all starts with a good morning!

Eight thirty calls for apologising.

ID Cards are the new way to scare,

not having coffee bean is rare!

Banning us from having the coffee in unfair,

How they do it,without any care?

At the end of a day so drab,

all anyone wants to grab,

hopefully, is a cab!

 Ahilya Rajani

   The aim of this assignment was to record sounds that we hear in and around India bulls through the day. In spite of hearing most of these sounds everyday we tend to ignore them. This is because we are so immune to them that our brain chooses not respond to them simply because it is already registered over and over again.

Voices are the key to human interaction and play an important role in integrating the sound that we hear. As we went along recording sounds through the two buildings, we realized that, almost every voice/sound we hear has a particular time and tone that repeats. Our interaction is restricted to a specific set of people and machines. Rather people who behave like machines. We’ve come to form a monotonous pattern. Every time a button is pressed/ a beep is heard, it is supported either by somebody telling us what to do or correcting us. We live mechanical lives where each individual goes through their day in an orderly fashion.

This clipping reflects upon a casual day that passes by so casually, we don’t even stop to think about the conversations we’ve had in return damaging our memory of the people we’ve seen.

Taniya Gaba

Pattern as a part of our lives are instances we’re often accustomed or habituated to in our daily lives so much so that they become a part of our mundane routines. We tend to make visual associations far more easily as compared to sound associations, but repetition tends to educate the ear. How often do we distinctly focus on sounds we hear every single day of our lives? So accustomed to these sounds, we ignore them.

“Take it in from one ear and remove it from the other.”

This phrase, although inversely, illustrates how we tend to ignore these sounds we hear, whether it’s reaching late to class, showing our identity cards or even scanning our baggage. This mechanical routine we follow, tends to be “unheard” just as soon as it is spoken.

Mechanical and routined in its composition, sound cannot be isolated. Backed by mindless chatter, distinct repetitive voices have become deeply integrated into our daily lives in such a manner that they merge into this chatter we faintly focus on. This mechanical composition of “chatter” tends to talk on time.

Niharika Mukhi




Reading into images

The image above comprises of two pictures with possibly the same girl standing still in one while she strikes a pose in the other. She is wearing a simple, ankle length, navy blue dress in the picture on the left and a short, slightly revealing red and blue dress in the picture on the right. There seems to be a transformation in attitude from one picture to another. In the left picture, her body language suggests that’s she looks nerdy, suppressed and mostly sad, she seems to be in the dark, struggling to get out of the situation that she is in currently. On the right however, she stands tall with her head high like she may be challenging the person in front of her. She is fearless and her expression appears to be dominating. That extra dash of red in her dress adds to her fire. The heels that she is wearing add to her height and help enhance her posture. Her hair and make up accentuate the entire look. The picture on the right has a blue background as opposed to the yellow one on the left. This adds life to the image. Besides, there is a ray of light directed towards her which probably means that she alone is the one under the spotlight in a larger area.

Hussain was now an orphan. They had killed his parents last summer and were now on the hunt for him, his uncles and aunts and his younger siblings. He didn’t know who “they” were or why they wanted his head but he knew that sooner or later, they would come for him. He spent each day in the fear that it might be his last. According to his uncles, living in an isolated cottage a little away from civilization was the solution to their problem. They tried to protect Hussain and his siblings by never letting them out of the house. One evening his uncles went hunting leaving him in charge. He comforted his family and tucked them into bed and sat leaning against the wall, peering through the tiny hole. After an hour or two, he saw his uncles returning with a huge animal, a hearty meal but they seemed to be more in number. This got him thinking. As they got closer, he could see five men with guns in their hands. As soon as they crossed the bridge, those men he cringed at the sound of bullets. The next thing he saw were dead bodies lying pure white snow, slowly coloring it red. He knew it was his turn next. Incapable of any action, he gasped for air, took his last few breaths and prepared to re-unite with his parents.