So I happened to visit my old school.
Reminded me of the time I visited it last – a couple of months back. Expecting to see the old greenery waving back at me, expecting to take a deep breath of fresh air, expecting to see huge board marking the way to the school covered partly in foliage, I was in for a shock. There were no trees – atleast, not green ones. There were stumps. There was no foliage, no avenue, no leaves hiding hiding the board. Just destruction – of the road, of the trees nearby, of buildings, of plants, of everything.
All that was in the air was dust, pollution, and mass destruction – the one that precedes ‘development’. Apparently, a highway was to be built along that road…
So this time, I was expecting all the dust and the destruction – the absolute gloom which came with knowing that the beauty that was there a couple of years back was gone for ever.
But not in my wildest imaginations had I prepared for a holocaust-like-movement. It was like Poland all over again. There was a huge wall being built, to isolate the road, from the rest of the world. A huge tall wall with barbed wires on top.
The Wall
The Wall - 'development'
Yup. A wall. Seperating the small roads from the ‘big’ one. Closing off the old from the new. Closing off the ‘developed’ from the comparitively ‘stagnant’. Isolating the ‘better’. Showcasing only the ‘better’. Leaving out the old. Building a false world.
For whom? For what? Why?
It is indeed a later form of holocaust. When they’re first walled off. And then later, they are tortured by the dreadful construction work. And then with the never ceasing horns and sqealing of vehicles on the highway. All in the name of development.
Goodbye nature. Goodbye trees. Goodbye beauty. All in the name of development.
Goodbye old people. Goodbye stagnant people. Goodbye people. All in the name of development.
Welcome the holocaust. Welcome dictatorship. Welcome ‘development’. All in the name of ‘development’.
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Perhaps these were just random morbid thoughts. Perhaps the wall was actually just for the basic purpose of keeping the rest safe from the many number of prowlers that a highway would bring. Perhaps the wall is actually good…. How many sides doth a coin possess!
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