the tale of parel
EDIT:: ed says read next entry(Maximum city) first...it was written first, and it goes down below :D
While roaming the grand city, I was reminded of those grim determined faces i encounter when i catch the first local (4 AM) whenever i come back from home. Waking up each day with the stroke of dawn, coming back late in the night, thus going on with their life, each day, working towards their dreams. The fighters.
They may only be clerks or peddlers, but these men have ambition, and they are getting a raw deal. Being pushed into a corner by this uncaring country.
In Parel station, I saw so many cheerful young men, in those bright retro shirts homage to the Bacchan era. Joking with their friends, walking jauntily along their home town.
Their home, now getting transformed into the 'new' india. What future do they have? Do they have even ONE fair chance to compete???
While still in parel, along the footpath, I came face to face with a very old man, looking totally lost. I could make out that he was one of the dislocated mill workers. Then i saw two more such people, looking totally disoriented. They were just walking the streets meaninglessly, i dont know why!
Does the meaning of progress mean that we leave thousands of people jobless and homeless by uprooting their factories and build swanky malls over their hearts??? I remember 81000 as the figure of people who lost their livelihood when one of the mills shut. The law says that they have to vacate their quarters too, and now multi-crore apartments are sold there. Indeed, from the firm's point of view, the workers have no rights over the land :(
I cant think about this situation anymore...my brain is shutting down!
While roaming the grand city, I was reminded of those grim determined faces i encounter when i catch the first local (4 AM) whenever i come back from home. Waking up each day with the stroke of dawn, coming back late in the night, thus going on with their life, each day, working towards their dreams. The fighters.
They may only be clerks or peddlers, but these men have ambition, and they are getting a raw deal. Being pushed into a corner by this uncaring country.
In Parel station, I saw so many cheerful young men, in those bright retro shirts homage to the Bacchan era. Joking with their friends, walking jauntily along their home town.
Their home, now getting transformed into the 'new' india. What future do they have? Do they have even ONE fair chance to compete???
While still in parel, along the footpath, I came face to face with a very old man, looking totally lost. I could make out that he was one of the dislocated mill workers. Then i saw two more such people, looking totally disoriented. They were just walking the streets meaninglessly, i dont know why!
Does the meaning of progress mean that we leave thousands of people jobless and homeless by uprooting their factories and build swanky malls over their hearts??? I remember 81000 as the figure of people who lost their livelihood when one of the mills shut. The law says that they have to vacate their quarters too, and now multi-crore apartments are sold there. Indeed, from the firm's point of view, the workers have no rights over the land :(
I cant think about this situation anymore...my brain is shutting down!
posted by Rukesh Reddy at 4:59 AM
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