I know it’s painful to accept but now I have begun to believe that I live in a so called Metropolitan which is none other than an URBAN VILLAGE.
I used to think that a bunch of World Heritage Sites will make my city the most modern and a place worth mentioning and living.Well the story goes the other way.
While the sinister places are improving , is my city going on back foot?
I drive out of my bungalow in a so called posh colony in the early hours of the morning and I see a bunch of ladies with covered faces, relieving themselves on the mini gutter by the side of the road. Shamefully I have to switch off the lights of my car.
I get a patient who was painfully kicked in the back by a loitering ‘sand’ while the poor lady was crossing the road. The number of stray animals are increasing day by day, making driving almost impossible at times.
My rendezvous ,my garden is constantly molested and raped by the fiddling hands of myriad of monkeys. Waiting for the day when these simians will outnumber the civilized ‘US’ and do open and legitimate intercourse right under our noses , thus multiplying their progeny.
The roads are littered by millions of stray canines who can bite any passerby and make him rush for the unavailable anti rabies shots.
To top over every misery, the roads dotted with umpteen pot holes making our cars shed off their tyres and shockers prematurely. And what to talk of the piles of trash that swells everyday breaking the seams of the trash cans that are seldom found on the roads.
UFFFFF…… This is my Urban Village.Someone very rightly quoted the NAGAR MAHAPALIKA as ‘NARAK MAHAPALIKA’. Should we meekly accept our miseries and stop dreaming of the airports, barrages, metro rails etc etc etc and look forward to just the basics so that when I come back to my city after a phoren trip or even a real metropolitan city, my eyes don’t shed tears to gulp down the fact of me surviving in horrendous conditions.
