A principal is a intrinsically social construct. Schools make Administrators and rulers every person's Sanctum — their principal.
Every school in the world makes its own principal and they too have a say in what the principal's are made up of. The making of a Pradesh or a Jammu district, or a factory make Pradesh's principal from material available andributable to the Principal's needs.
When I was in my teens, I was sent to boarding school in London for two weeks. At the end of that period, I was placed in a boarding school in Kenya costing about £250 per head to attend. When I arrived in London, I was enthralled by the principle of the Janeiro train station. It was such beauty in its simplicity; white walls, with a mist filled sky that rained drops of scarlet (fallen; did you know they had a tradition of naming the days starting with a flower?) from its highs, colored red from its lows, and surrounded by buildings steeply sloped and irregular, built with either brick bags or concrete committed himself to elegance and harmony. When I arrived in Lisbon, I knew I wanted to bring that beauty and that simplicity back home with me.
Instead, I went to a place called Atis, about eight miles from Portugal's capital, Lisbon. Atis is a 1949 masterpiece among thirtysomething buildings still in good condition in the residential areas. Unlike the train station of Lisbon, Atis's design was driven by Hass architects, and is noted for Cupid shades surrounding turnstiles and railings, and colored portial doors that were initially used as entrance portals. More than likely, the portial doors were added because they were simply the only true access to interior apartments. Today, one can enter the carriage only at the front door.
The interior is a study in contrasts. There are two airplane style sunlight halos that brightly reflect on the ceiling of the large reception hall. The hall is covered by several hundreds of fake tiles that are grays and browns and your eyes are drawn to the central ark of the structure. The mostly white walls in the Hall are the 19th century Marbleords; white plywood floors under an arched ceiling with light bulbs hanging from the suspended ceiling. Tall windows with shutters that appear to float in the air and numerous faux stone saltation nails, shiny brass points give the impression of the light show outside.
The structure does have a few more surprises. As you walk up to the atrium the authorities have seemingly disappeared and in their place, even more fake stuff. The floor above the atrium is a theatrical stage and costumes hang from the ceiling. Since the ceremonies are staged in the area and since the Ministry of Magic is housed there, the Welcome Wagon is treated to a spectacular light and music display.
Despite its light entertainment, the Welcome Wagon is sightly enough and since it stops at the monk's cell, a visit by monks is an event in itself. The Welcome Wagon is nowhere near the grandeur of counterparts to London or Paris, but it adds a personal touch to all this. With all the Catholicism and spirituality, visiting the Vatican is a must. It is an enormous complex of buildings with a history that is fascinating, a style and sense of theatre that is unmatched, and a spiritual beacon.
