Blinkered Vision: I parked my car outside this lovely house for many years
and hadn't even noticed. The Ashoka trees outside can't be blamed for
blocking my sight
Going, Going... and soon will be gone. A huge mound of rubble outside this
partly demolished house waits to be removed. In a few months an unfamiliar,
imposing , glass and concrete structure will intimidate those who pass by
What struck me immediately- and hard- was that that very few of the familiar houses were left. They were there for many years and they imparted a sense of permanence and reassurance, the no-matter-what-I-am-there-for- you feel. Many of them barely appealed to one’s aesthetic sense; yet, their presence was so taken for granted that they are now conspicuous only by their absence. (Hey-I passed-this-house-every-day-what-happened-to-it).
Handsome, Solid and Dignified: Who does not want to be known to possess
these qualties? More importantly, who would really notice?
Change is inevitable and we are all a part of it. The old must eventually make way for the new. I know that. But I also hope that some things don't change. (I still miss the reassuring warmth of my grandmother’s embrace).We flirt with the transitory, but yearn for permanence. Many of the houses I passed probably reflect the qualities of the people who first built them-qualities that we claim to value so much,yet fail to appreciate when they present themselves before us.
So, for now, I will continue to walk. The new car can wait.
This path connects Prabhat and Bhandarkar Roads. A pity
that many people don't use it- for about 400 metres one is
spared the stress and din of traffic