Not So Long Ago
Not so long ago in the plains of the great nation of India, there lived some very educated Indian people. They had travelled far and wide, spoke may languages, and some of them had even had tea with the queen of England. It so happened that at that time, the great nation had just liberated itself of the clutches of the British empire. A man in a white dhoti, of home spun Indian cloth, and wooden staff and wire framed spectacles had swayed the subcontinent. A very good thing, most people said, so now we could finally be the nation we were always supposed to be, but never quite, before the british took us over and hammered us into one shape on a map.

Prestigious
In the days of the SPAtalli, before facebook and twitter, I read this one post. One of those many adverts, from one of those many offices looking for one of those many architects. An invisible office, making and obscure call for an ambiguous employment opportunity. “ Architect wanted, with 5 to 6 years experience to work on prestigious projects” I read it. What firm? No answer. Kind of work? No answer. Pay ? No answer. Location? No. Stature of work. PRESTIGIOUS. From there followed a barrage of questions. The first, attacking my