My City and its People

Any city is made up of chunks of its people distributed evenly, in our case chaotically, over the uneven terrain.

The city I'm currently part of is like any other city but by stating this I would take away the uniqueness that it holds.

It may reflect the anatomy of any sinking city. It may reflect the uneasiness of the herd of people who are in rush to reach their destination - in a city where everything lies within the stretch of a five minute ride or Fifteen minutes of walk. Here, people could also be called law abiding and can also be seen jumping the red light which, in my entire stay, I have never seen working.

Traffic constables, who constantly try to control the disarray caused by peace loving horde, are also used of expletives usually used by horde.

Paans stains left by responsible people of this city also narrates the tale that untidiness is inherent in their existence. Women ignore usual adressal of their gender in imprecations. And move swiftly to reach their harbor.

This city also has aspiration to become something which can be shown off but until that is achieved it, nevertheless, gloats usual faceless standards and baseless logics.

But all this collective portrayal would take away the uniqueness that this city supports.

What uniqueness you may ask. 

Uniqueness of boasting its glittering bazaars. Uniqueness of street foods which resemble its counterparts yet tastes different. Uniqueness of not letting an individual feel alone. Uniqueness of greeting each other with other's religious belief.

This uniqueness is seasoned with usual opportunism.

God knows what glues such heterogeneity together. But those can surely be identified who are scrapping this glue off.

Britishers may be blamed for their divide and rule policy but nannies of today can't be also less-blamed for the same.

© Jayendra Dubey, 2017.

With poor monsoon shower comes unusual sketching urges. Not drawn by me but a fellow friend .