I am an Architect. Or AM I?

 'as architects our goodness is more important than our greatness and our compassion more eventful than our passion.'  Like most people, I am guilty to attend seminars and conferences and accept invitations lured by the hotel where it is organised and the cocktails and dinner that follows. More often than not the conferences are only ways to meet new vendors, materials and are rather boring to be honest. But sometimes… just sometimes... it gives you back much more than what you expect. It forces you to ponder the untouched philosophies of life that have always existed around you without it being realized.Think about something that is so simple, so basic but neglected. I happened to be in one such conferences last night where it somewhere intensely touched my soul. I only hope that the chords it hit so deep within me should rather not fade away any sooner and that is why I thought of writing about it. After all this was my purpose when I started writing blogs. Though I am...

A house is made of walls and beams. A house is made of love and dreams. If I ask, what would you rather design- a private residence or an apartment for a developer, what would be your answer? Do leave a comment at the end of this post.  I remember my conversation with Mr. Gupta one afternoon, for whom we are designing a commercial cum residential building at one of the most prestigious spots in the city. I have sat with him for hours, session after session, discussing each of the floors, commercial and residential, decoding his requirements. The most detailed discussion which lasted for a couple of hours was his floor, which he decided to convert into his own home. In the middle of the conversation he said to me, ’I know I am elaborating each and every aspect of this plan, only because it’s going to be my home and I have given a lot of thought to it, so please bear with me’. I instantly realised that I have not enjoyed discussing any of the other floors as much as this fl...