Saturday, July 25, 2009


Lol. Actually the title of this post has absolutely nothing to do with its content. But funny how I felt like naming it ‘Badass’.

Ohki so I study in one of the most prestigious architecture schools of my country.
And I actually chuckled to myself when I looked up to check the previous line for typos.

Let me substantiate that with real-life drama. It’s been more than two months now, since our summer vacations started. On the last day of college, which also happened to be the day of our Building Construction examination, my class was herded into the graphics studio and handed out project briefs for the summer vacations; the said projects to be submitted on the first day of college. We groaned and grumbled, as expected, but read the briefs anyway.
The projects weren’t simple at all. We had to measure our houses top to bottom, centimeter for centimeter and profile our house. Not only that, we had to study the lifestyle of our own families and evaluate spaces.
All complicated stuff for somebody with non-specific knowledge in architecture, like you, and fair enough, seeing how complicated it was for us. The problem was, that this wasn’t going to be a ‘let’s do a cover job’ project.
It had to be a published book.
I’ll be honest, and tell you I worked my arse off for it. 20 days into our summer vacation and the measuring tape was already an extension of my body. And I finished the job yesterday, at 5 10 am. One and a half months, I slaved, with an image of the perfect case study in mind.
And just two days back I found out, practically nobody had done the work, barring a few friends of mine. Some had not even started. This really didn’t affect me.
I’ll tell you what did.
In my euphoria at having finished it after so long, I went berserk on facebook and posted my elation all over my friends’ walls. My best friend, Buj (studies in the same college), was also among the chosen few who I wrote to.
The next day, I find a comment on the same post to my best friend, by another ‘random acquaintance’ from college. It was laced with sarcasm and ran along the following lines:

“I never knew someone could have so much fun doing measure drawing. Congratulations on your life’s achievements”

And the first thing I thought was, ‘What a loser’, and of course, defensive as I am, I gave him a piece of my mind, in my own style. ;)

Then I thought, as I usually do a lot of times, why did I even bother. Some people are just stuck in the rut of mediocrity, and being in the position that they are, they can do little else apart from criticizing. My dad once told me (I tend to quote him quite often),
“You can measure your progress in life by counting the number of people who want to pull you down. Then again, you don’t want to. Because being in a position to do so is the first sign of your progress.”
I guess right now I’m just amused. Amused enough to blog about this. I’m not even bothered in the least about the fact that when I go to college tomorrow, I will be the object of a lot of ‘hatred’, so to speak. Not because this is a candid chat with the rest of the world, but because a lot of people didn’t even start their work, for whatever reasons, and I won’t judge them for it.

But the fact of the matter is, I did slave through my vacations, I did give up going out with friends, and I did spend a lot of time, energy, and resources, going around, doing work and getting it done and over with.

Not because I was supposed to, but because I wanted to.

And THAT, my friends, is why I have the upper hand.



  1. Haha, that's totally Badass :)
    I, for one, say- you've done a splendid job!
    *Thumbs up*