Building Blocks

Story Time!

When I was 8 years old I decided to become an architect. Not really knowing what an architect was, but my parents said it was nice, so it must be fine. And so I played with Lego blocks, given by my mother, and made zany objects.

Skip five years, after an intense reading and repeated enactment of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s infamous Sherlock Holmes, I decided it was time India got its first consultant detective.

Skip five more years. Quantum Physicist it was.

Five years later. I will be passing out as an Architect. So it does come full circle.

I am not saying that architecture is something I fell upon. But I believe it is something I was fated upon. My point being. Sometimes life just happens. And it may be exactly what you needed. However, it may turn sour really fast if you don’t try to do anything about it.

I know, confusing. Imagine Newton. Life happened and an apple fell on his head. But instead of cursing his luck of sitting below the one apple that was going to fall he did something about the whole scenario of the apple falling on his head. And asked instead. Why did it fell down?

I studied architecture because it reminded me of my childhood aspirations. It made me feel like I was meant to be, and showed me real beauty in life.

This is my story of falling into architecture and then soon falling in love with it.

What’s yours?

Fun fact: One great architect whose mother also gave him wooden blocks to play with as a child: Frank Lloyd Wright. I think I had a good start ;)

Dreams

"How would you guys want your dream office to be 
like?", Sai would ask each of us once in a while.

As the others talk about their version of a dream office , I would rack my brains for memories of when I imagined my future office during college times. Images of Google's fancy offices where it seemed like fun and work went together would pop up. But I get that here too, I would think. A job with a travel company where I would get paid to travel would be nice too, I would think.

So when my turn comes, I would talk about the little things. The coffee machine within our office space, or a fridge filled with goodies, or a vending machine. I would think of the coolest furniture, or probably more holidays and travel ,or having a workshop within the office. The furthest we would go is moving our office to a more fun locality like Indiranagar.

"Okay let me rephrase", Sai would say after listening to all of our versions of a dream office and job.

"How would you want to turn Sandarbh to be your dream office?"

And I would think, didn't I just explain that?

After multiple times of going through the same process, realization struck.

And so, I began to think. I thought about the travel, I dream of doing some day, the books I wish to write, the diverse people I want to meet, the world I wanted to see, the stories I wanted to hear. Why did it have to exist within a vague frame of the future inside my head? Why did I have to join a travel company to travel? It is all there right here, I just needed to bring it to me.

I really didn't have to look around the world in order to find my dream job. I just had to really dream about it.

 "Each of our minds gets contained within a bubble that we create around it.", Sai would say.  Everything outside the bubble seems like it is stuck in infinity. All we need to do is break the bubble.

And so, I  begin to dream.

I want it all, I want now.

So you guys tell me, what would your dream job be like?