Ayn Rand in her book, The Fountainhead
Has extreme characters created;
Controversy too remains to these days
In depiction of architecture in many ways!
No doubt, the book is a novel, a fiction
With much friction and contradiction;
Writing is an art; for the crowd, better it is
When characters represent oddest of narratives!
Architecture, too, offers a full-circle-go
Of good and bad, high and low;
The right fodder to prove Rand’s point
With the living art as a converging joint!
There is no middle path:
Only extremes in her 700 plus pages swath
Of writing on individualism and collectivism;
Plots often supported by yellow journalism!
Bizarre and absurd theories but a good read,
Stories intertwined, situations sculpted to bleed
Mankind against mankind, one against the other:
The profession of architecture torn apart altogether!
We may say Ayn Rand has peeled the rot,
Exposed the evils, disengaged the knot
But, in reality, more controversy is added;
The Fountainhead is miserably architecture-cladded!
Friday, September 15, 2023
Sunday, September 3, 2023
Recession Rains
“If you have no bread, eat cake,”
Get baked or frozen when life’s at stake;
Recession is apparently here by any definition
Combined with inflation, speculation and inhibition!
With construction sector being a component
Of ‘loan-freeze’ from banks at the moment,
Are we okay with our priorities?
Have we learned lessons from faltering countries?
Markets are down with less circulation of money,
Businesses are into days none of which are sunny!
Is this not recession? Let’s be frank;
We may reach a dead end to be point-blank.
I think we are many months into recession
With downward spiraling of income;
Denial is an obsession but we rather discuss
Implications and all avenues to cope with loss!
Boni, the first cash income of the day is elusive
And many go home empty-handed in rains abusive;
The onus isn’t on those opting for greener pastures
Nor on borders porous as economy fractures!
Summer, too, has encroached into the next season
While Nature reasons to blame human treason!
Are all our problems for the scapegoats to fix
As we blindly seek many non-issues to mix?
Who all are affected? It is right from quarries
Spreading even to unchartered territories;
‘Dignity of Labour’ was many years of mentoring,
What image of future are the blue collars fathoming?
The carpenters, masons, plumbers and welders,
And some SOEs are out of favor as nation builders;
Dealers in construction materials, electrical and hardware:
When recession rains, it's time for self-care!
For representation only
Wednesday, August 16, 2023
Quackery in Architecture
Pretends to have skills and qualification,
Belongs to other profession
With no license to practice, no registration
Is simply a quack by definition!
In architecture, quacks are a few site engineers,
Supervisors, surveyors, other profiteers
And those who look only for extra bucks
Just like a gory leech that sucks!
Do quacks have love for the profession? No, not at all!
But claims of professional expertise are just as tall
As the Himalaya’s glory
Or any other great story!
How does quackery happen in architecture?
Rules are bent, loopholes exploited,
Someone else appends name and seal:
A rot in the system that should heal!
Do away with quacks and heed my advice
As quackery does only extract a price:
Quacks are on lookout during pre-design works;
Unsatisfied with regular pays and perks!
A quack never returns to find you at the site,
I’m sorry to understand your present plight!
Your designs and drawings are illegally dumped
And not worth the money that you have pumped!
Tuesday, August 15, 2023
Visions Rendered
Searched for a layman but couldn’t find one;
And so, my presentations were mostly in 2-Ds done!
A layman knows no drawing, I was long ago told
But lo! All have the belonging to the profession’s fold!
Sketch plans and a few words are my deeds
To explain all of the visual and spatial needs;
I take the client on virtual tour
From outdoors to the inside as spaces fill and pour;
A few times, my contract mentioned 3-Ds
And a hired team of experts slogged for the fees
As the so-called laymen were willing to pay;
It cuts time in decision-making, what come may!
Halls anew thronged for the handout pages
And for the hues and photo-realistic images!
In multitude, I had quietly thought
As art and glamour in profession was sought!
But are those laymen? No, definitely not
But affluent groups with exposures lot,
In the comfort of the funds not so hard-earned
Sculpting decisions through lessons learned!
Visions were rendered, all comments befitting,
An architect’s journey with heart uplifting;
From lines to dimensions, tales we glean
For the future where visual stories convene!
Monday, July 24, 2023
My path to architecture and more...
Amidst childhood's wonders I wandered free
Unaware of architecture's majesty!
Owner-built houses were rustic and serene,
With mud and timber, dreams were little seen!
Simple dwellings where hopes would reside,
Floors of cow-dung were my mother’s pride!
In schools of huts on hills so green,
Bamboo and mud were a haven serene!
A thirst for knowledge like a magic stream,
In nature's embrace I'd laugh and dream
Youth's embrace revealed a world untold,
Real buildings soaring, stories unfold.
In Drukyul's dzongs stood structures bright,
Dreams flashing under the sky's soft light;
Yet, the essence of architecture was a distant art,
A faint spark flickering in my heart!
A tough decision paved ambition's sway,
In architecture's lap, I found my way;
Poetry’s realm also tore me like a rough sea
Forcing diverse knowledge into me!
Through cultures diverse I seek my role,
No regrets for I've found my soul!
A slow learner's journey, step by step,
In both the arts’ dances, my passion crept!
Each piece of work I undertake is work of art,
Client's delight and the joy in my heart!
When the going gets tough I stand tall,
With unwavering spirit I try to conquer all!
Life's grand symphony, a masterpiece divine,
In architecture's embrace, I align.
A purpose awakened, dreams take flight,
In both the arts I find my heart’s light!
Sunday, July 23, 2023
Memories untold
In childhood’s realm I roamed carefree and wild,
With sticks and mud, I built dreams undefiled;
Amidst fallen leaves my imagination soared
While I knew not that my future path was stored!
By stream’s gentle flow, toy houses took shape
Crafted with wonder with no plan, no escape;
Nature’s apprenticeship, I learned from each bend
Unaware of the architect I would grow to befriend!
From humble beginning, some interest did bloom
Merging play and passion even inside a room;
In those innocent moments, the foundation was laid
Unveiling a transformation amidst all things said!
Now, as an architect, I seek to recreate
The magic of childhood where creativity’s gate
Opens doors to wonders and to spaces that inspire
A blend of thoughts where visions transpire!
For in every structure, I strive to impart
The joy and freedom found in a child’s heart;
To build not just buildings but memories untold
Forever cherishing the days of a childhood’s mold!
Architecture and poetry: what is so common?
Both architecture and poetry are forms of art
Both are precious providing balm to my heart
Both measure my time and life with precision
Both are creative forms of expression!
Both expose the human in us
Both exalt life’s purpose thus!
Rhyme or rhythm, metaphor or meter
Path-crossing and no less than gold’s glitter
Inspiring each other, both reach my eye fast
Solid and void or sound and silence are cast;
Looming large the structure in both stands,
Both bury me deep: soul searching, my friends!
Both, through the mind pierce my heart
Arousing robust feelings for both the arts;
For my mood and spirit both are best fit
And, on land or paper, both for ownership sit!
Monday, July 17, 2023
Embracing the dawn of a new city!
I’m waiting for a grand headline news
About a city poised to get its dues
Of crowds overflowing, rustling and hustling
And businesses prospering and forever bustling;
Tracked, winged, channeled, greened and AI-fed
With records to be overtaken and reset;
A smart sustainable city to be proud of
For a great leap forward with care and love!
Within the womb of mother Drukyul,
Outshining the dreams bountiful and beautiful,
Perhaps, the present shall be left behind
And the city becomes the only one of its kind
Where the place shall be at its best to reckon with
The now pious whispers that form its monolith;
Nature and technology shall merge together
With endless possibilities, now and forever!
The town seems impatient for an upward ride
Far into the future as markets slide
Towards rock-bottom with hopes high with visible strain
Even as the human capital is sparse with brain-drain;
Information, too many, trickle; slow and small-
Mostly fickle word-of-mouth and ‘believe-it-or-not’ call;
One moratorium after another is swiftly imposed
While some key activities are actually closed!
Well, how far can we move into the future
While with age-old traditions and culture?
Hopefully, tourists shall flock-in through the border gate
In numbers that could change the city’s financial fate;
The city, otherwise too, shall cater to the nation’s health
Proping the pillars of happiness with revenue's stealth;
Hopefully, it shall be a melting pot of culture for prosperity
With grandest news each day for it to cherish till eternity...
And yes, this is about Sarpang-Gelephu stretch
As we embrace the dawn of a new city with a faint sketch!
Source: Facebook
Sunday, April 30, 2023
Sketching to begin...
I often sketch to begin a project,
A scribble of thoughts to later refine or reject;
At times, creating a mess to fit on a sheet of paper
Providing clarity of the proposal altogether!
A motion is set as the mind scans
Through the process to evolve the plans
With images normally farfetched
For a skeleton of the proposal sketched!
Forwarding a quick solution is the craft
For clients wishing for an immediate draft;
A pencil and a piece of paper is magical
For an apt solution inevitable!
Hand-drawn sketches can be depth compliant,
With lines dark and grey to attract the client;
No over-thinking, no mood is tense;
Complex ideas are sketched with simplest sense
Sketching isn’t much the effort lost;
It’s over a cup of coffee and at leisure with lesser cost;
It takes lesser time to convey the final option to be
And with informed decisions, it is easier to secure the fee!
A notebook and a pencil remain in my big pocket,
To fulfill my wish-list and satisfy my work bucket
To clear the pathway for dark, bent and hazy lines
As life around me evolves in my own confines!
Sunday, April 9, 2023
Baakal (tree-bark) House
How to deal with exterior artwork and architecture
when no two pieces are same in texture,
colour, thickness and strength?
Options: orient in two or more directions
and/or adjust the lengths!
It provides the warmth and coolest comfort inside,
while, with the Nature, it blends to abide,
among others, with the tide of simplicity and honesty
in a spotlight that it deserves to be!
Long ago, I carried the pieces on my shoulders and head
while elders built a fabulous livestock shed.
Long ago, my interaction with the material was established
and since then, not a bit of memory vanished!
Well, what’s so great about this?
A reminisce of memories that kiss and that life isn’t amiss
as simple good old days return to be full of bliss
with added advantages of what it is
to working with newer tools to hide the boundaries
between the panels; the bark serves mankind for centuries!