People thought we were nuts moving to Gurgaon. The back of beyond. The boonies. We thought we were smart. We now realize how stupid we were. The others who bought and settled in JhunJhunu, Jhumritalaiya or whereever. Not Gurgaon.
The MG Road. Then lined with farm houses hidden within thick green trees. Now bisected cruelly by an ugly concrete structure which does not even allow a view of the sky anymore. Lined with exposed drains, boundry walls and knocked down rebuilt structures.
Enter Gurgaon. There were lush fields of sarson all around. Driving back the 15min drive from Delhi at dusk, one spotted fox and neelgai crossing the road.
The air always seemed cleaner and more small town fresh. Amaltas trees along the highway almost hid the turning into our small colony.
It all started with the 'Ship Building'. It stood out, admired and marveled at, the next big landmark after the big Shiv statue on the highway.
Then they cut the trees. One by one, all gone!
Then they began to build. One by one, building after building, green glass, blue glass, shimmery mirror glass, faster, taller , bigger.
Deep abyss after deep abyss, thinly concealed behind cheap walls of tin.
Cranes and scaffolding with scurrying lice of hard hat me swinging metal through the sky.
Flyovers, metros, overpass, underpass.
On and on and on.
We now live in a small Gaulish village surrounded by Roman encampments.
A small colony resisting the fact that we are completely surrounded by cyber monsters of glass and chrome, each reflecting, on a clear day, the handkerchief lawns and thick growth of trees, jealously guarded by a zealous bunch of sentimentalists.
So true. NO trees. A complete wind trap. All of nature sold for the want of money by those who already have lots of it. A curse of piles on their head (or their arse to be precise)
ReplyDeletegaulish village it is! lovely term! now uv got me imagining names of all ur neighbours. Now what do i name my dad? getafix? Smita
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