As I stare out of my window while waiting for inspiration, sun rays reflecting from a glass facade catch my attention.
The glazed building I am looking at, is probably a rude monstrosity for my School of Architecture, Ahmedabad-trained sense of aesthetics, but I have not an iota of doubt that it impresses Indians. The modern, the western, the designed-by-German/Italian/French-architect is the in thing today.
It seems that seventy years of independence is not enough for this self-critical nation to find its own language of architecture and be proud of it.