"Make It like Manhattan" is the order of the day for those of us who MUST imitate sans the thought and care that went into the original.
In some places, the goal of the uppity octopus concrete skyline has swallowed up an otherwise visible to everyone ocean.
Now... You pay per view!
And never mind construction dust … never mind the fishing–folk and lost livelihoods as well the fresh catch of the day being available to all and sundry at a humane price … never mind the fact that TODAY there are more children (including those in the richest upper 5% bracket) suffering from bronchitis, asthma and allied breathing disorders … never mind the numbers of labourers lost in the walls or falling off the scaffolding in boiling heat… the skyline marches on.
You make it like Manhattan or you die!
I've walked into some 'compounds' and come away with the feeling of being locked inside a shinier grey ghetto! The traffic doesn't help, but after a while and as the crust of realities change, you get used to it.
You will get used to it. You will obey or else ...
Remember the warnings of the author of the Milgram Experiment and Small World phenomenon? Na...aah? Okay. Google it.
Maybe the realities I grew up with differ... but the beauty of a blue sky and turquoise ocean, of space and sea and shore can never be replaced by shiny concrete. Nor can they be replicated. Period!
There is no place for history or humanity in such projects. Those who smell blood, are so hot on the chase that they go blind to all else. And they must.
How else can you create a monument to a 21st century 95/5society? Yes 95% ordinary and 5% extraordinarily RICH!
How else can you exemplify allegiance to the big plan meant to crown some and homogenise and neutralise the rest?
How else do you differentiate between the queen and the worker bees?
There is no place that is safe from this onslaught. It's called 'progress'... The Magic Word to conjure visions of such personal glory/well being that poor Joe laps it up and cheerily goes to work- stale sandwich and pills, all handy.
He doesn't know that in the final summation he remains 'Poor Joe'.
And that's where the heartache is, in knowing that we are all being steadily programmed to not know, nor think, discern or voice. .
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I used to drive past Peddar Road as a child, look up at this white building close to the Mahalakshmi temple and everyone would point and say "Prabhu Kunj – Mangeshkar Nivas". I could see people fold their hands in mute namaskaar … silently paying respects to the fabulous family of singers and musicians who lived there on the first floor. If the curtains on the extreme left windows were open, a lifesize portrait of Lata Mangeshkar could be easily seen as also sometimes the silhouettes of people moving around! My imgination would run ... to greet everyone ... On the extreme right lives my hero! Asha Bhosle. I had caught sight of her sitting on the swing once. And told the world. And watched my world delight! Blue sky, open ocean and all...
Prabhukunj ... the garden of the Gods! The Mangeshkars and the Bhosles have lived there for almost half a century. And Mumbai or Bombay has followed their phenomenal careers rise and take on the whole world.
Their home is a piece of our history, our culture, India's success story.
Their home will now be out of sight, bunked under a flyover that will give Peddar Road some relief from the growing traffic of the many, many cars that must be bought and sold …. Never mind the pollution and never mind the fact that Fire Trucks may not be able to cross over in emergencies!
Forget history, even common sense has no place in this mode of 'Progress'!
And what of a family's personal heartache … Does anybody really care? 50 years of building lives, bit by bit ... a sense of belonging ... a sacred space?
No. The media will 'do' the story, some of us will hurt ... the rest will 'do' their cluck and run and we'll get used to it.
After all, didn't we get used to living in matchboxes, with 3X3' baths and 2X3' kitchens and 450 square feet of living space! Aren't we now used to being profiled and e-coded, labelled and pigeonholed?
So now we build Manhattan! Asian Style. It just may be the way out of the boxes/cages/hives ... we want desperately to believe
Or it may be an idea – without the spirit or the mind!
Wishing you AWAKE AND HOWLING!
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Written by a respected personality in Dubai, getting frustrated over the shifting of the Mangeshkars and Bhosles from Prabhukunj
