Architectural Reminiscense

Upon graduation with a bachelors degree; there is always a shine in the eye and a vigour to prove yourself to the world. With a degree in Architecture too its very much the case. Styles have moved on, technology has moved on; but the mentality of people is very much the same. A NORMAL architect's life often starts with sorrows and ends with sorrows - (if you know what i mean). Believe me when i say it "I am abnormal". Its a path less taken; hence I felt like taking a stab at poetry and converting a daily sequence of a recent graduate with a degree in architecture from say the University of India (who cares), into poetic expressions....Just a second stab, just so you know before you start ripping it apart!!

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Midnight Calls, Noon Meetings, Shifting Shifts
Often an epitome of ‘Architecture’ degree Gifts

Awaken by a distant hooting; an owl’s day breaks
Heart skips a beat, nerves apply a brake
Clock strikes two, two blinks of an eye
Time for milk and rye

Silence screams in the air, twin cylinders make a pair
Brain tussles with the Heart, wind ruffle the streaky hair
Streak of lightning meters away, speedometer fakes a ninety
Rusty Yezdi is still almighty

A musty smell greets an abstract entrance; Raamji snores few feet away
An empty bottle and a smile of satisfaction; peace engulfs as he floats away
Rolls on the floor, drapes apart; light music sets the tone
For you know you have entered twilight zone

Plans, Elevations, Sections throng a free standing wall; music skips to‘one must fall’
“More changes”, rued the solemn soul; if only client meetings were a brawl
Corinthian columns, dome roof, brick walls and curtain glazing; murder at 1400
If only this was a set on “The 300”

Clock strikes six, thunder sounds a warning bell
Clock strikes eight; but there is more to 'struggle' than a battle with CAD and DELL
A tap on the shoulder, heart skips a beat; boss is here
If only there was nothing to fear

“More changes”, rued the solemn soul, perfection is not here to stay
Satisfaction is all, but a mere display
Staring at the pampered wall, eyes search for the route which was forsaken
Framed in glass was the only reminiscence of a path less taken

Midnight Calls, Noon Meetings, Shifting Shifts
Often an epitome of ‘Architecture’ degree Gifts

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Some of you may wonder about the 'rusty yezdi'. For those who have no idea; Yezdi previously known as Jawa were a brand of motorcycles made in India but they could not survive due to the competition from the Japanese. It was not unusual for bikers in the yester years to opt for it; may be so in recent years but like i mentioned earlier, architects often choose the path less taken. Its sometimes these 'smaller' ventures which make them a class apart in a society of engineering and management graduates.