I live bang opposite a huge
patch of open space which is “my playground", I would have to say used to be.
When you walk by one could see young boys and girls in jersey living their
dreams of being a Kaka, Messi, Zidane, Ronaldo, or a Sachin, Dhoni, but alas it
is not often that one gets to see that anymore. Y you ask me , cause every
other day there is a huge pandal put up with fancy decoration and it turns
into a wedding venue with bright lights streaming into your house at twelve in
the night and loud music blaring as an accompaniment. What takes the
cake, is this funny wind instrument which is blown to announce the arrival of
every guest into the venue. It sometimes gives you a jolt and often it
sounds like the trumpet sounded to declare WAR. Surely it makes
the bride, groom and their families feel special, but what about the residence.
Then there is the makeshift kitchen, the open space I am referring to is
surrounded by residential buildings around and a temple. The crowd attending
these weddings is not less than a few hundreds by my estimate it could be more
as it a open ground. Imagine the shock of senior citizens looking out of their
balconies and windows hoping to see smiling children and and staring at 3 or
more LPG cylinders lined up with stoves. What a shock? And not to mention the
level of carelessness and threat to the residence around. A limited land space
and the air space has been rented out not the whole area.
A clash of ideologies, some
might say generations, groups and many names will be given, I request stop for
a minute and look at the tired faces of the children, after a gruelling day at
school their moment of reprieve is the time spent at the playground. Imagine
how cheated they feel when a stranger shoos them away
from "THEIR" playground. They don't mind sharing it with the
older children or the seniors. I am sure their is a way out, we need
to muster the will.
Visit "Save Chheda
nagar" group in Facebook to make your voice head.
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