Humongous columns of cement stand naked in the mid of the road, one can only stand as an ant looking up admiring . They will soon support a flyover and the weight of hundreds of cars passing by. But construction takes time and soon they become part of the landscape, merging into mundane . and when that flyover too gets jammed, so another one comes over it .Traffic/busses/cars rush in a blur over my head, below my feet effortlessly. This is the aspiration of the urban bangalore. Obviously one cant expect to see beautiful trees growing over flyovers, but bmc has taken care of this by painting pillars with leaves, climbers. Seems our landscape is changing faster than our sense of aesthetics.As I walk down" I am overwhelmed by contrast, the hustle bustle , energy of a market that thrives just below the flyovers. It feels more comfortable to see people, posters,carts selling everything under the light of street lamps. A lemon with some mirchis hang from the top of the cart with the smoke of two agarbattis thrusted in a tomato. Eating the delicious chat I ponder again at the flyovers and cars passing above my head.
yeh unchi sadakein kahaan tak le jaati hain ?
flyover : miyan,chaand tak bhi chali jaayeingi armaan is sheher ke aise nazar aate hain.
Obviously one cant expect to see beautiful trees growing over flyovers, but bmc has taken care of this by painting pillars with leaves, climbers. Seems our landscape is changing faster than our sense of aesthetics.
ReplyDeleteReminds me of Sindhu's idea