My Space
Though I stay in Mumbai, I have spent all the years of my life in a place where there was greenery all around, birds chirping happily, breeze flowing swiftly. Life has always been peaceful and tranquil, without the slightest noise or the traces of pollution in a heaven called I.C. Colony.
All throughout the roadsides, the trees are shadowing the scorching heat. The cleanliness, civility and planning in organizing the colony reflects right at the moment you step. Keeping itself away from the nuisance of the city life, we live a life and not merely survive. This image of my colony, is something I have always cherished, admired and even flaunted at times. I simply love the place.
But slowly and increasingly, this image is getting distorted as more and more builders are realizing this conducive environment. The number of buildings that are shooting up by ruthlessly cutting down the trees, boils my blood.
I stay almost at the end of the road. Beyond my building, there is a jungle that extends to at least a kilometer, in width and length. Unfortunately, some builder has acquired that land too. Since a week, around 30 to 40 trucks daily filled with mud are running to and fro, continuously, invading the privacy and disturbing the residents who have been habituated to serenity, irrespective of the time and day (we are woken up by the diesel smell and the roaring of the trucks even on Sunday). Unexpectedly, the roads which have been recently repaired and were shining like a new car, are drenched in mud. And have lost its smoothness to the extent of being misbalanced in base. Life suddenly seemed irksome.
With the initiative of the members in our colony, to our rescue, came a NGO. The builders have been now summoned to firstly repair the road, without which no truck will be allowed to enter their acquired land. And secondly, to find an alternative route to enter their space.
Now that brings a smile to my face. Not only because the disturbance is minimized but in contentment of the fact that people around still respect their space and privacy which many people in India, feel is non-existent. These people not only allow others to invade their piece of mind but are not ready to accept that there is something called “Personal Space”. Grow up guys and start respecting and acknowledging others’ existence and space.
Happiness,
Kally.
All throughout the roadsides, the trees are shadowing the scorching heat. The cleanliness, civility and planning in organizing the colony reflects right at the moment you step. Keeping itself away from the nuisance of the city life, we live a life and not merely survive. This image of my colony, is something I have always cherished, admired and even flaunted at times. I simply love the place.
But slowly and increasingly, this image is getting distorted as more and more builders are realizing this conducive environment. The number of buildings that are shooting up by ruthlessly cutting down the trees, boils my blood.
I stay almost at the end of the road. Beyond my building, there is a jungle that extends to at least a kilometer, in width and length. Unfortunately, some builder has acquired that land too. Since a week, around 30 to 40 trucks daily filled with mud are running to and fro, continuously, invading the privacy and disturbing the residents who have been habituated to serenity, irrespective of the time and day (we are woken up by the diesel smell and the roaring of the trucks even on Sunday). Unexpectedly, the roads which have been recently repaired and were shining like a new car, are drenched in mud. And have lost its smoothness to the extent of being misbalanced in base. Life suddenly seemed irksome.
With the initiative of the members in our colony, to our rescue, came a NGO. The builders have been now summoned to firstly repair the road, without which no truck will be allowed to enter their acquired land. And secondly, to find an alternative route to enter their space.
Now that brings a smile to my face. Not only because the disturbance is minimized but in contentment of the fact that people around still respect their space and privacy which many people in India, feel is non-existent. These people not only allow others to invade their piece of mind but are not ready to accept that there is something called “Personal Space”. Grow up guys and start respecting and acknowledging others’ existence and space.
Happiness,
Kally.
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