Realisations in Architecture

When we enter into something new there is a possibility that, you either get a new outlook in life, or live life the same way, or it turns out to be something you would have never imagined to be. Architecture, without any controversies, falls into the third category.
Starting from the first day that I entered the classroom to now, when I am home after finishing my third year Architectural Design viva, my thoughts about architectural studies have changed almost everyday (by which I mean, every single day).
As an architecture student I realized that you will technically fail, if you decide to sleep (or accidentally sleep off) the night before a jury.
You can fall sick only at the right times or late submissions and overloaded work can cover up for the torture that medicines saved you from.
You start thinking, spending time in the library can actually be useful but it still doesn’t sink in.
You totally understand when someone says “I have a lot of work, I cant spend even an hour.” Coz most of times you are trying to make your (non architecture) friends understand that.
Finishing one sheet in 10 hours is an award winning accomplishment.
You realize that, after all there is a difference between drawing and drafting.
Without reading it, you can precisely guess the grade of the pencil or the thickness of a pen by just scribbling down a line.
You know the difference between block board and black board.
You know fevicol (SH) can stick anything and everything.
Glass Tracing is a boon.
Night outs are as easy for you as convincing a juror of an on-the-spot made concept.
Brain storming, torturous, full of sarcasm, you-are-worth-nothing lectures from terrorist look-alike professors are like music to your ears and make absolutely nil difference to you.
After 6 months of working your ass off on a project, you still go to a jury with zero expectation of any appreciation, all prepared to face any(ANY) kind of juror and have the courage to walk out of it with a smile on your face.
You believe any other profession is SAD.
You realize that gutters are not only the ones at the bottom but also at the top.
An architectural mishap almost gives you a heart attack.
When you go to a restaurant you are busy noticing the beams and columns while your friends are talking about latest movies and clothes and gadgets, with which you have been deprived due to an upcoming jury.
You do not wait for Diwali or Christmas, the one thing that you look forward to is the study trip. No studies on the trip, pure fun.
Going to subway or birdys after a jury gives you so much joy as to a lion free from a cage.
You eat, sleep, drink, work, travel, live with your friends such that you know each others grossest of habits and funniest of things. You make friends forever.
You juggle between fights, relationships, family, friends and WORK with utmost efficiency.
Architecture teaches you almost everything…from balancing (life and models) to living it the right way and getting through it with difficulty and still surviving it with a smile after every bump on the concrete road.