I have wondered if I was pushing them…
Were they in pursuit of what they intended? Was this something they were prepared for, set out to do?
I look at the young in architecture, the beginning students, the applicants for internship and the young architects. I have tried to look beyond their earnestness and their sincerity. I wished I knew if their hearts were into this.
I find the idea of labour, working towards a goal set by others and forced by circumstances saddening. I hope someday we could emancipate people from this. I wish labour could have only one motive, work that involves one’s heart. Passion fueled by love.
One Sunday morning I posed a few questions to some of my young friends, as I was curious about the beginnings of the journey that leads one to their destiny in career. What does a student in high school understand? How does he/she deal with the competitively aggressive society as they step out? How affected are they by the agony of the coaching and the brutality of the machinery we manufacture success with, today.
These are a few of my questions.
When you look back at tenth grade,
Was China* inevitable as the next step?
What was your career vision then?
Are your aspirations of the tenth grade relevant today?
What did you want in life?
How has that changed today?
What are your regrets about the decisions that were taken then, if any?
What is your advice to a tenth grader?
* those coaching institute factories
please find some of the answers in the comments to this blog. These are contributed by:
Rajesh, senior associate architect (Kendriya Vidyalaya High School, Secunderabad)
Tusharika, junior architect (South Indian Cultural Association School, Indore)
Madhusudhan, junior architect (Bhashyam Public School, Guntur)
Ashwin, junior architect (DRS International School, Hyderabad)
Manuja, interior designer (Delhi Public School, Hyderabad)
Swetha, architectural intern (Sloka the Hyderabad Waldorf School)
Neha, architecture student (Nasr high school, Hyderabad)
by Samarendra M. Ramachandra
Featured image: The Wall, Pink Floyd