ONE fine morning, beret fashionably angled, heavy lenses sparkling, Le Corbusier drove into Kipling's Punjab to select a site for his masterpiece. On a flat dusty plain below the Himalayas, he planted a flag. And while the band played the anthems of India and France, while hastily rounded up Brahmins performed puja and recited mantras, Corbu was at work, thinking. He'd do the city plan and design the government buildings of democracy, his local associates would do the mundane buildings: housing for the masses, schools and other trivia. Yes, that's it. He folded his sketch pad and flew back to Paris.