I have this property, you see.
One that is God-perfect. I mean, I have insulated it from all bad karma. That is not to say how I paid for the land, but how I got the pundits of vaastu, the envy of my peers and the approval of my wife all neatly tied up to acquire it.
Yes, I love this land. My land. I have even put a big boundary wall on it, paying a watchman to watch it. I watch the watchman. You never know.
My architect? Yes, of course. He is a brand. Well, I want the brand. This guy travels to Italy, and all of Europe, has done projects for the who’s who. That’s why he is my architect. He does not charge less. I like that attitude! Plus he gives many options to choose from.
Options for elevations. Plans, as you know, have to be as per vaastu norms. I also know how much I can violate the regulation norms, but that I cannot discuss here.
Let me be clear. I have travelled and seen the world too. And, I know it is my intelligence and discerning power to choose from the trends and pick the best elevation. Of course, it cannot be best until I add my value to it. Modifying it to make it perfect!
My neighbours? Well, I intend to surpass them of course, my house is going to be different, more in touch with the new materials I must say. It will set a trend I am sure. I intend it to stand out… anything but the ordinary. I know that the guy opposite my house has built a new house, but mine, I assure you is more cutting edge. I have more glass, more cladding.
The city? Well, it has to be interesting and up with the times, I think. What is the use of history? It has to be new … like the new cities, one needs to feel as if one is in another part of the world, developed. Shiny, all glass, elevator, air conditioning….
I think people like me know how to make this happen. We are the smart ones.
by Samarendra M. Ramachandra
Featured image: Perth Arena, Perth. Photograph Credits: Priya Tadinada