Hoysala Nikethana Airport Lounge by Harshita Sharma
MSc in Interior Design
You’re trudging through yet another airport, sleep-deprived and caffeine-fueled, and then—there’s Harshita Sharma’s Hoysala Nikethana Lounge. Let me tell you, this isn’t your run-of-the-mill, beige-padded, “international vibe” snoozefest. No. Sharma’s taken the old bones of Karnataka’s legendary Hoysala dynasty—a wild era of jaw-dropping temples and stonework so detailed it’d make your head spin—and just planted it in the middle of Terminal B or wherever.
You’ll spot textured stone and carved wood and not in a tacky way, but as if someone truly cared about the legacy. Jaali screens throw shadows across the floor, and there’s metalwork shining here and there, echoing those temple vibes without being all historic. It’s slick, it’s cozy, but when you walk in and you just feel like you’re part of the story.
Forget that sterile “business or leisure” absurd proposition. Whether you’re a bleary-eyed exec or a half-awake backpacker, there’s a spot for you. Think: quiet nooks for introverts, plush seats to collapse into, work pods that don’t feel like cubicles, and snack stations. The murals and sculptural lights are more than decoration, they suck you in, reminding you that you’re somewhere special.
For a second, you’re not just “traveling”—you’re soaking up some of Karnataka’s epic legacy without even trying. There’s a sense of calm, maybe even a smidge of inspiration, and you just forget you’re in an airport. It’s not just a pit stop, it’s downright a cultural pitstop.
Forget that sterile “business or leisure” absurd proposition. Whether you’re a bleary-eyed exec or a half-awake backpacker, there’s a spot for you. Think: quiet nooks for introverts, plush seats to collapse into, work pods that don’t feel like cubicles, and snack stations. The murals and sculptural lights are more than decoration, they suck you in, reminding you that you’re somewhere special.
For a second, you’re not just “traveling”—you’re soaking up some of Karnataka’s epic legacy without even trying. There’s a sense of calm, maybe even a smidge of inspiration, and you just forget you’re in an airport. It’s not just a pit stop, it’s downright a cultural pitstop.