Delhi air

In 1952, London was swallowed by a dense fog. For four days, from the 5th to the 9th of December , it brought London to a standstill. A report published after this event apparently put the number of deaths at 3500 people to 4500 people. A supposedly more scientific analysis of the data came up with 12000 deaths.

India , as a democratic nation, with no democratic history, a country whose constitution was written barely 70 years ago, has an advantage which it seems to have squandered. Repeatedly, until crisis reaches mammoth proportions and then after much hand wringing , we look west. Why not look west now before it happens ?

I am talking of course about the air pollution in our nations capital. It has been repeatedly ravaged with terrible air pollution year after year. There was a brief period when things got better in between with the introduction of cng buses, but its worse now.

The govt in Britain passed the clean air act in 1956. Might be worth the time of day to go through it once. Govt of Delhi, are you listening ?

Whitefield

Whitefield in Bangalore is diseased. The lakes are frothing over with the infected pus of humanity, while the roads are potholed enough to resemble the pockmarked face of one blighted by syphilis . The dust alone if collected efficiently would probably be enough to fill in the few remaining lakes and build a few more illegal apartment complexes. The thousands of people who pass through this area on a daily basis experience the kind of mind expansion that was hitherto the domain of hallucinogenic substances. I once sat in traffic for long enough to  almost attain nirvana but was struck in face by a ball of froth which woke me up from my trance. The overwhelming chant of abuse flowing out of the windows of stalled cars, tempos and autos resemble the drone of a Buddhist temple gone very very wrong. The welcoming smell of raw sewage tinged with a few higher notes of sulfurous fumes Darden your senses further. The sensory deprivation tank that is whitefield will either cause you to question your existence and possibly realize the futility of living or like me, you will find a place like this to vent your frustration.