Over the last year people around me have failed to judge what I have really gotten myself into.

Some have gone to the depths of “O, toh Architecture banne wale ho. Wahi log na jo nakshe banate hai? Are gharon ke nakshe!”

I feel that it deserves a little more justice.

Once you have opted for this course, no element on the face of the Earth is the same to you. An old rusted window grill which you used to pass by everyday now not so suddenly becomes a potential topic of debate in your mind. You start counting the number of risers in a staircase no matter where you go. (Trust me this is involuntary) You automatically proclaim yourself as a critic, a proud one. Statements like “Only If the openings addressed North Light; Oh Poor architect” come absolutely free of cost and with minimum hesitation. As if you were the forefather of Frank O Ghery, you pass by the structure with a what a disgrace nod. Like the architect’s moves seemed too elementary to you. Words like Rooms, Bedroom, Hall, Kitchen, Toilet, House, Home are all banned at once. Everything is termed as Space. Just mere “SPACE”. Funny one, this creed of us ” Craftsmen”, the disciples of Design. Even death to us, is no excuse.

I don’t know how seriously does the reamaining society looks upon “Design” as an arsenal of architecture. Also a very few have had a chance to look beyond BHKs in a building. Even to me Design was but the mere appearance of a space. It was rigid. It was form based. Baseless.

I’ve found out that design has a much greater magnitude to itself. Design is all about expression and experience. It should talk. A dynamic. Concluding it, is no man’s easy task.

Being into this for more than a year now, I have all the rights to critique. Mind you, CRITIQUE and NOT CRITICIZE.

And you know, there are 360 degrees so why stick to one?

Until next time.

–R