About 12 days ago, I stopped my car in the middle of the traffic in Gurgaon Sector 43, and walked out of my car.
Not one person honked, and people on the other side also stopped.
This road is perhaps 100 meters from the shiny Golf Course Road, and perhaps 500 meters from the 170 crore Camellia flats as the (now dead) sparrow flies.
My main concern for a moment, were my polished leather shoes, but I corrected myself and walked into a keechad sludge.
A lady visiting the Jain Temple in Gurgaon's Sector 43 was trying to cross an open pit dug for sewerage line laying, and after having used her whole body to walk out of it, was unable to.
With some effort, I walked her six-seven steps forward in the sludge, where a solid piece of dirt was available for her to walk out.
She was not a daily wage worker but a nearby resident. Of the same social class as me. She said thank you, and quickly crossed the road into her lane. She didn't see me in the eye, and I asked if she was okay, and she didn't respond. I later realised she was ashamed.
Her entire salwar kameez was caked with keechad from top to bottom. I later realised she had lost her Pooja Thali in the keechad. I didn't pick it up, because I would have fallen into the pit myself.
20 years after a certified pollution emergency on our hands, when I filed a complained with the Central Pollution Control Board's Sameer app, geotagging multiple this Jain Mandir spot, and multiple separate locations in Gurgaon where open pit projects are going on, the CPCB has transferred my complain after 3-4 days, to the Delhi Pollution Control Board, for a location in Gurgaon.
This is not the first year, or the first time I have sent this complaint. Last year, the complaints went in loops between the CPCB, the HSPCB the GMDA, the MCG, and the absolute mess outside our society in Gurgaon remains. MLAs, MPs, printed letters to the Chief Minister of Gurgaon, I have done anything and everything as a concerned citizen, including paying my taxes on time.
I speak to multiple local JEs on the phone each week, and am on first name basis with local Safai supervisors, streetlight contractors and Horticulture workers.
And over and over again, the feeling of shouting into the ether comes to me. I have now lived in Gurgaon for 15 years, and every year, we see new lows being hit.
When did bursting firecrackers became the part of diwali celebration? I’m sure our culture’s diwali celebration go way back, long before the invention of firecrackers. So there would be some other forms of celebrations that people adopted back then..
PEOPLE IN DELHI ARE SELFISH
they burst crackers then go inside thier house and sleep with an air purifier on and the poor people who cannot afford an air purifier suffer, animals suffer.
Everytime I think of the Indian work culture and why is it so broken at most firms, I keep getting reminded of why.
Always starts from the people on top who believe they can get away with literally anything, and 100% deaf to feedback - customers and employees alike.