Arghitect!

There was a boy in Bombay,
An aspiring architect was he,
To all you architects I say,
He was just like you and me.

Plans he had to build theatres,
Museums, walkways and malls,
With solitude points and extrusions,
And lovely intersecting walls.

He said to himself one day,
“This is all very easy!”
T’was about cool concepts after all,
Though some of it seemed quite cheesy.

But all was not well in our hero’s life,
Cause all good things come to an end,
What Architect boy didn’t know was,
T’were pesky Profs at every bend.

“”My subject’s more important”,
Spat each one higher and higher,
And our poor architect boy,
was caught in the crossfire.

There was design, and construction,
And drawings in perspective,
And history of architecture,
Of 1000 years before you lived.

The drawings came next,
And that was no child’s play,
He groaned, he moaned,
He hunched over his board all day!

He juggled his work like a circus freak,
But the work just bundled up more,
Wasn’t this supposed to be easy?
Thought he, as simple as 2+2=4.

Poof went all his plans next,
Of structures and forms,
Crushed, he finally decided to,
Build according to typical norms.

This story might seem familiar
I’ll be surprised if it wont be,
Cause this is the story of every architect
Us, you, them and me.